“No!” Gage called out, his voice hoarse with need. His head lifted up, confusion clear in his eyes.
“Shhh,” Trent said, ripping the condom package open, sliding it on his hard dick.
“Trent, suck me just a little more. I’m almost there.” Gage reached for him, trying to move him back down.
“I know, but it’s not time yet. I want us to come together,” Trent said, crawling up between Gage’s parted legs to lie down on his chest, drawing him into a demanding swirl of tongue and teeth. Trent thrust his tongue forward again and again, and Gage wrapped himself around his body, holding him tightly in place. Their hard cocks rubbed together between their bodies, and Gage pumped his hips up in one urgent thrust after another seeking relief. Trent ripped free of the tight hold, pushing himself up to his knees spreading Gage farther apart.
Gage’s ass looked oil slicked and relaxed, but his face looked in pain. The agony of his own need raged through him. He opened the small bottle again, tipping it to drip straight on his dick and then poured several drops on his fingers. He massaged Gage’s rim to keep the tight opening relaxed. Nothing would stop Trent from trying to give Gage the best sex of his life. He never knew he had one, but Trent had surely found a possessive side as the night continued, and all of the sudden, he wanted Gage to forget anyone before him and crave only his touch, like he craved Gage’s.
He circled the tight ring of muscle and slid his thumb inside, finding the spot immediately. As he pressed down, Gage bucked his hips forward and grasped his dick while his head rolled back. Trent pushed Gage’s hands away and took his cock in his hand, stroking it in time to the movement of his thumb while adding a second finger.
“Fuck, Trent, goddamn, please,” Gage said in a desperate whisper.
“I’m not rushing this. I want you ready… Ready for me,” Trent said and released the throbbing cock in his hand to add a few more drops of oil to his third finger before sliding inside Gage. He added a few extra drops to his own cock, flipped the lid back closed, and tossed it to the side. He stroked his own swollen cock, coating it thoroughly before positioning himself between Gage’s parted legs. Gage lifted his legs, gripping his thighs tightly in his hands to give Trent all the room he needed. Trent slowly slid inside. With each inch he worked himself in, he watched Gage arch his long back and strain his shoulders and neck, tossing his head back onto the pillow. A smile came to Gage’s lips with a long quiet moan escaping. Gage made such a gorgeous, intoxicating sight. Trent bit his lip and forced himself to concentrate.
He pushed forward, burying himself completely inside Gage. The sensation forced the air from his lungs, and his hips began moving slowly out, only to slide back in again. His breath heaved in staccato pants, his heart slammed against his ribs, and he fell forward burying his face in Gage’s neck.
Gage’s body stayed hard, tense, and his rocking hips met Trent’s, move for move. They were fluid together. Easily becoming one and all his plans to make Gage forget all the others backfired as Trent lost himself to the man in his arms.
Trent kept a measured pace, moving in and out, back and forth, slowly making love to Gage. He reached his arms under Gage’s back to grip his shoulders, keeping him from moving too far forward with every thrust he made. He ran his nose along Gage’s neck, breathing in the musky cologne with the sweet smell of their sex filling the air. He lifted his mouth, placing a soft kiss on Gage’s ear before whispering the words so deep in his heart.
“I love you,” Trent said. Gage didn’t stop the rolling movement of his hips, but forced Trent’s head up by placing both hands on his cheeks, physically lifting him to make eye contact. Gage’s lust-filled gaze centered in on his face, his breath panted from between those sexy lips, and he forced Trent to look at him before he spoke.
“I love you, Trent. I do, so much. I want you… this… forever,” Gage whispered. Trent lowered his head, slanting his mouth over Gage’s, desperate to have contact in every way possible. The kiss, like their current love making, was the most tender of his life. Gage matched him as they swirled their tongues together. His hips slowly began to buck into Gage and the movement picked up speed. Trent pulled away from the hands on his face, shifted his weight to his elbow, to reach between their bodies and stroke Gage’s steel-hard cock. Gage wrapped his arms around Trent and pushed his head back into the pillow as far as it would go, begging Trent to finish this. The simple touch was all it took. Gage went first, his seed shooting up his chest. Trent held off no more than a second before wave after wave of hot ecstasy crashed over him.
He let go of Gage, trying not to fall down on top of him. The effort was futile, and he collapsed in a heap. Gage seemed ready for him though, and wrapped him back into his arms. They lay there several minutes, letting the earth slowly settle back around them. Gage recovered first and kissed his head lying on the pillow beside him.
“I want you to know I meant it,” Gage whispered quietly into his hair.
“I did too,” Trent whispered into the pillow, his heart finally slowing to a normal beat.
“Good,” Gage said, and with a monumental effort, Trent pushed himself off Gage to lie on his back on the bedspread. He took a second, watching the ceiling fan turn.
“Hang on, don’t move. I’ll get you a towel,” Trent said, but didn’t really move like he’d planned to do. Instead, he closed his eyes, listening to Gage move.