#Rev (GearShark #2)(14)

He was already in a lot of pain, but this kind of pain I could ease.

I released the blankets. My fingers moved up the top of his thigh and past the hem of his boxers. His breath caught when they kept gliding, angled toward his erection.

The second the weight of my palm covered it, he moaned. My fingers wrapped around it, performing a single jerk. A breath hissed between his lips.

“This too much for you right now, frat boy?” I whispered.

His eyes blazed with golden highlights and the heat of a thousand flames. He shook his head once, then said nothing at all.

I moved to my knees to carefully work the boxers down over his hips and legs. I threw them across the room, glad to be rid of the barrier between us, and dipped my head.

I wasted no time, but latched right on. With one hand fisted at the base of his rod I held him while I took him deep into my mouth. Trent shuddered, and I paused, leaving him deep inside my throat before slowly dragging my lips up. I kept up the same rhythm for a while. Taking him deep, then slowly letting him go, only to claim him completely all over again.

It was torturous. For him and for me.

His hand fisted in my hair and his other a pillow. When he started squirming impatiently, I changed tactics, not wanting him to move around too much. I released his shaft and climbed between his legs so I could gently massage his sack.

I loved the softness of the skin there, the delicate, vulnerable flesh. A man’s balls were the most sensitive spot on his entire body. The urge to protect them was built in. The urge to cradle T’s in my palms and take them lovingly between my lips was intense.

So I did.

He trusted me here, at this point on his body. I cupped them and kissed them. I suckled the skin until they tightened up with the need to release.

Occasionally, as I worked his balls, I rubbed his cock. I stroked it, teased it, and I fondled his head.

The sounds of pleasure he made only spurred me on and fueled my desire to give him bliss, to show him just how all in I really was.

I pulled back slightly, wrapped my hand completely around his dick, and began slowly jacking him. His hips rocked upward, and a low moan rumbled in his chest. I anchored my free hand around his hips and held him against the bed.

My tongue caressed its way down his taint and then circled around his puckered hole. His legs went stiff, and I licked again, this time fully, completely over his entrance.

My name broke through the silence of the room, and I stroked his cock again. On either side of my head, his legs began to tremble, and I took it as a sign to keep going.

We’d played around back here before; this wasn’t the first time.

But this was the first time I was going full throttle with it, no hesitation, no asking… just straight to the tongue action.

Judging by the way his hand was flexed on the mattress, I would say he approved.

I made a sound, a gruff, satisfied tone, because I wanted him to know I liked this, too. I wasn’t just doing it because I wanted to make him happy.

I did want to make him happy.

But this was also for me. Just like the mark he’d sucked onto my chest. It might be his pleasure right now, but these were my memories. Memories sustained even when pleasure waned.

His body relaxed into my caressing, and I used the tip of my tongue to explore his rim. The nerve endings here were sensitive and easy to please. I was surprised at the amount of full-blown pleasure a man could get from having his ass caressed by a tongue and fingers.

I wouldn’t lie. It certainly made me curious as to what it would feel like to have Trent breach my body. The more I thought about it, the more intimate it seemed. No one had ever been inside me before, not like that.

But I wanted it. I wanted to be inside him, too. I wanted the honor of being the one person on this earth he trusted enough to let inside.

Inside his body. Inside his heart.

Gently, I speared him with my tongue, and he nearly came up off the bed. My laugh was throaty, and his cock jerked in my hand.

“Someone likes that,” I murmured.

“I’m already tortured enough,” he growled. “Finish me.”

I took pity on him and let go of his cock and reached toward the nightstand. The first couple of times, I relied on T to have lube. It took me a while to get used to having it around.

Note: it didn’t take any time at all to understand its pleasure.

But I was past that. I kept some here now, and I pulled it out.

“I’m not ready to finish you. I want more.”

He started to rise up off the bed and grabbed his side.

“Lie back. You can’t be moving around,” I ordered.

He made a rude sound. “Why is it you decide to get all feisty and bold on me when I can’t frickin’ move?”

I tilted my head to the side and pondered the question. “Truth?” I asked, because hadn’t we said we weren’t going to talk about stuff tonight?

His voice was gentle. “Yes, Drew. The truth.”

“Because seeing you on the ground tonight scared the shit out of me. Because seeing someone so strong and brave start to crumble was a giant wake-up call.” I glanced into his eyes and then looked away. More quietly, I said, “Because you’re only giving me tonight.”

This time, he ignored the obvious protest in his body and shoved himself into an upright sitting position. He grabbed the bottle out of my hand and tossed it aside. When his palm cupped the side of my face, I pushed a little closer to it.