by Bailey Bradford, Ethan Stone, T. A. Chase, Sean Michael, L. M. Somerton, Morticia Knight
Leaving both nipples behind, he slowly worked his way down along Trey’s slender, fine abs.
“Come on. You too. The clothes, I mean,” demanded Trey.
Lucien took Trey’s hands in his and brought them to the bottom of his own T-shirt. “Go for it.”
Trey pushed the material up, struggling at the top. Helping, Lucien bent slightly.
“Thank you.” Trey pulled the shirt off, expression suddenly showing worry. “What do you want me to do with it?”
Taking it from Trey, Lucien then folded it, then stuck it on top of the back of the toilet. “It’s out of the way.” Lucien stroked Trey’s cheek, smoothed his forehead. “It’s fine.”
“Sorry. I just. I have to keep things straight. I mean…”
He pressed his fingers against Trey’s mouth. “You don’t have to apologize, baby. You just keep telling me when I don’t do things correctly for you.”
Trey immediately opened up, sucked Lucien’s fingers in. Lucien’s erection got even harder and he groaned, pushing his hips against Trey. They needed to get in the spray before the hot water ran out on an empty shower.
He tugged Trey’s jeans off and dumped them in the right bag, then took off his own and folded them, before putting them on top of the toilet tank. Then he led Trey into the shower.
Trey grabbed the bar of soap, and immediately started washing him. Humming, he let Trey know he appreciated the touches, that they were welcome. The soap smelled amazing—sandalwood and something. It lathered up beautifully. Once Trey had soaped him up, including his thick, needy cock, he returned the favor.
“Your touch is unlike anyone else’s.” It fascinated Lucien.
“No one’s is. They’re all different.” Trey smiled for him. “Some are wonderful, though.”
“Yours is wonderful. It’s like you’re looking with your fingers. I mean, I know that’s what you’re doing, but I can feel you seeing me.”
“You have an amazing body, fascinating.”
“I work out every day.” He flexed.
“I can tell.” Trey moaned, cupped his pecs.
Lucien made them pop, showing off for Trey.
“Oh!” Trey’s eyes went wide, the man laughing hard. “Oh, do it again!”
Chuckling, he did as Trey asked, loving that sound and the expression on Trey’s face. He’d never seen such honest fascination, such truth in anyone’s eyes.
Unable to resist, he tilted Trey’s face up and took a kiss. Trey pushed right into his arms, offering him a minty moan. Exploring Trey’s mouth with his tongue, Lucien held onto the slender body, keeping it close. Fuck, this kid stunned him, made him want wicked things.
“I want to turn you inside out,” he muttered against Trey’s lips.
“Please. I want to know things. Feel things.”
“I want to show you everything.” Everything.
“Yes.” Trey’s expression showed his eagerness, his need.
“God, I might be in love.” Like really. Crazy as it might sound. Hell, crazy as it might be.
“Don’t fall in love with a writer, Lucien. We’re obsessed with stories.”
“I could be a story.” For Trey he could be anything.
“You could be the best story.”
Lucien liked the sound of that.
Picking Trey up, Lucien pressed him against the wall and devoured his mouth. He wanted… Fuck, he wanted everything. The issue was what he wanted first.
He shut the water off with one hand and climbed out of the tub, moving them toward the bedroom after grabbing a towel.
“Are you tired?” Trey teased.
“Not in the least. Try again.”
“Need a little nap?” Trey suggested next.
“Nope.”
Lucien threw the towel onto the bed then put Trey down on it. There was so much joy in this man who wrote the scariest fucking books he’d ever read. It was there in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes, in the way Trey’s smile curled up at the corners. Beautiful man.
“Gonna make you fly,” he promised.
“I can’t wait.”
He fucking loved that eagerness.
Falling onto Trey, Lucien then devoured that beautiful mouth. They rolled together knocking the dildo and plug off the bed. Lucien grabbed Trey’s hands and tugged them up over his head, holding both wrists in one hand.
“Lucien?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You have my hands.”
“I do.” He waited, watching Trey’s face. His baby had a safe word.
“Okay. I just wanted to check in.”
Lucien used his free hand to stroke Trey’s cheek. “Checking in is good. Letting me know if you need things to stop is good. You have a safe word.”
“I do. I didn’t need you to stop, I just needed to talk.”
“I’ll eventually remember that, I swear.”
“It’s okay, Lucien. I’m different.”
“I know. That’s one of the reasons why I’m so intrigued by you.”
“Thank you.”
Trey was such a sweetheart. Lucien was definitely smitten. More than.
Leaning in, he kissed Trey again, keeping hold of the slender wrists. Trey opened up, kissing him in return, moaning and holding nothing back. God, kissing Trey wasn’t like anyone he’d ever kissed before. No one had ever been so into it, so hungry for him.
He found one nipple and twisted it. “You should have rings in these.”
Trey chuckled, the sound breathless. “Should I?”
“You should. Can’t you imagine playing with them? Tugging on them when I’m not here?”
“I…”
Lucien loved Trey’s response, the way Trey’s eyelashes fluttered.
“You can. You’re picturing it right now.”
“I couldn’t do that. How would I explain it?”
“Explain what? How often are you naked around anyone but me?” Lucien tried hard not to growl at the thought of anyone else seeing Trey naked.
“When Allison makes sure my clothes are right—she might see them.”
“And you’d be embarrassed to have nipple rings?” He circled Trey’s nipples, rubbing around and around.
“I don’t guess so, but…how would I know they were okay?”
“Ah, see, here’s where you discover my wicked plan to make sure I get to keep seeing you—I can check them for you.”
“Ah. I see. You can make sure all is well…”
“Yep. Look in on you on a regular basis.” He dragged his fingers down over Trey’s belly.
“Between books.”
“Yeah? Do you have like a no-nookie when writing rule?” Because Lucien was pretty sure if Trey did, they’d already broken it.
“I think with you, I’ll need to have one.”
Lucien couldn’t help his pout, not even if he’d tried. He didn’t want a no-nookie rule with Trey. “That sounds…not very much fun.”
“No, but we’ll have to see. If you’re always this inspirational, I’ll be busy.”
Lucien tilted his head. “I inspired your writing or your libido?” He would be happy with either, really.
“The writing. The libido’s cool, but the writing…”
“I inspired your writing.” Lucien beamed at Trey, even though his lover couldn’t see it. “Do I get a dedication in the next book?” God, that made him happy. He was inspiring his favorite writer.
“You’ll have to read it to find out.”
“You know I will, even without the extra incentive.” Leaning in, he kissed Trey. “Now let me blow your mind and finish you up with the plug.” Then he’d show Trey the dildo.
Trey moaned for him, face perfectly expressive.
Lucien found those little nipples again, twisting and tugging them. Trey arched, moaned, every response offered up freely. This beautiful, talented man was amazing and Lucien was definitely falling hard. Trey grabbed his shoulders, held on to him.
“I won’t let you stumble,” he p
romised.
“I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do.”
“Because you have good instincts and they’re telling you that I’m one of the good ones.”
“Maybe a really good one,” Trey added.
“I like to think so. I might be a bit biased.”
“A bit. Please, Lucien. I need you.”
“I’m not going to leave you hanging, baby.”
He went back to kissing Trey, to playing with those sweet nipples to make them ache and tingle. All the while, he held Trey’s wrists. He needed restraints, cuffs, but he didn’t know if Trey was ready for that. That kind of thing always took trust, but Lucien imagined the level of trust needed was even greater for a blind man.
He squeezed Trey’s wrists and let his hand dance down over the slender abs and on toward Trey’s cock. Trey spread his legs, hips rolling up in a clear offer.
“Needy boy.” He loved it. And Trey was going to love the dildo, love being able to fuck himself.
God, Lucien was going to love watching.
He wrapped his hand around Trey’s hardness and stroked it. Trey’s lips popped open, tongue flicking out, again and again. He teased the tip of Trey’s cock with his thumb, then let go, moving to stroke Trey’s balls.
Trey arched. “Oh. Oh, that feels good…”
“I love how sensual you are.”
“Love to feel.”
“It makes you an amazing lover.” Lucien slid his fingers behind Trey’s balls.
Trey’s breath caught, waiting. He stretched the moment out, slowly stroking the soft, hot flesh between balls and hole. He loved how Trey moved, how he got to see every expression, every emotion. He kept teasing the swatch of smooth skin, Trey stretched out for him.
“Lucien. Oh, fuck, I can feel that everywhere. It makes my skin feel so tight.”
“Yeah? Good.” He teased his fingers back to touch the wrinkled skin of Trey’s hole. It was soft, tight, and he had to moan, lick his lips.
“You sound hungry.”
“I am, baby. Starving for you.”
“I’m right here. Anything you want.” Trey offered himself completely.
“I know.” Lucien bent and licked a drop from the tip of Trey’s cock, then swiped a taste of each ball.
“Oh!” Breaking out of his hold, Trey sat up, jerking hard.
Lucien pushed Trey back down. “Stay.”
“You surprised me.”
“With pleasure?” He grinned and licked again, both balls, tickling them.
“Yes! Yes.” Trey twisted, kicking out.
Spreading Trey’s legs wide apart, Lucien licked behind the sweet balls.
Trey stopped moving, focusing on his touch. Lucien licked again, from balls to hole and back. It didn’t take long before Trey met his rhythm, matched it. He tongue-slapped Trey’s balls harder. He didn’t hear a complaint—in fact, he got a moan, so he did it once more then slapped harder against Trey’s hole. Definitely a moan. Groaning, he kept doing it, giving Trey’s balls that little bit of rough stuff. Someone was into it, bearing down, taking what he offered.
He shifted gears, moving to Trey’s hole and snapping his tongue against it, then pushing right in.
“Lucien!” Oh, that had shocked his lover.
Lucien pushed his tongue deeper, loving the way Trey tightened around him.
“Need you. Please,” Trey begged.
Lucien began fucking Trey with his tongue, pushing it in deep again and again. Trey grabbed his knees and tugged, spreading wide.
“Oh yeah. That’s it, baby.” Lucien spoke the words against Trey’s ass, then started tongue-fucking him again.
How had he been so lucky to find someone so unashamed? It was intoxicating, feeling as if he could do anything he wanted and Trey’s response would be to beg for more.
He spread Trey wider, licking and nuzzling. He got Trey good and wet, the sounds falling down around him growing more and more desperate. The tight asshole started to open for him. He wanted Trey desperate for his cock before he sank in, though, so he kept wetting the delicious little hole. The most amazing sounds flew out of Trey, wild, wanton.
Lucien reached around, searching for a condom. Damn it. They were in his jeans, which were in the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” Trey was so sensitive.
He kissed Trey’s left ball. “The condoms are in the bathroom.”
“I have some. Bought some. At the drugstore.”
Oh, fuck, that made him happy, that Trey had wanted this as much as he did. In fact, had had to ask someone to help him.
“You’re amazing, baby. Where are they?”
“The drawer in the table by the bed. With the new lube.”
Lucien gave Trey a hard, happy kiss. “Have I told you that you rock?”
“You can tell me again.”
“You rock. Like an amazing rocking thing.” He reached for the drawer and grabbed the lube and the condoms together.
Trey laughed for him, obviously tickled. Kissing Trey, Lucien took the laughter into himself.
He was having a ball, but it was time to get serious, to make Trey fly again. He opened the condom and got it over his erection before lubing up his fingers and his cock. Then he pressed his fingers into Trey. He slipped three in, and God, Trey was tight. He spent some time opening Trey up, fucking the tiny hole and stretching it wide.
Trey wasn’t laughing now. No, the man was open-mouthed, panting. Fucking stunning.
Pulling out his fingers, Lucien settled in between Trey’s legs. “I don’t want to wait any longer, baby.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Thank God for that.” Grabbing Trey’s ankles, he put them over his shoulders and pressed along Trey’s entrance.
Trey bore down with a soft moan, the sound satisfied, warm. He sank in that tight heat, matching the noise. So fucking hot and tight. Lucien couldn’t imagine any place he’d rather be. He buried himself inside, then stilled, focused on the way the muscles rippled around him.
“You’re magic, Trey. So good.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Need you to move.”
“Oh, I can do that.” He needed to do that.
Moving, Lucien rocked slowly into Trey’s body. He pulled nearly all the way out then pushed in, his hips slapping Trey’s ass. It felt so fucking good. He found his rhythm, feeling every damn inch. He kept it slow, kept it steady. He was going to make it last all night long.
It fascinated him, the way his slick cock looked, sliding in and out. “You’re tight and hot and perfect.”
“Full. You forgot full.”
Lucien laughed breathlessly. Trey reached up, exploring his face. He nuzzled into the touch, speeding his hips slightly, spreading Trey’s cheeks wider.
“I want you to wait for my command to come,” he told Trey.
“Oh…” Trey’s belly flushed dark.
“That’s right. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Uh-huh. I will.”
“Mmm. Make me so happy.” He kissed Trey, tongue sloppy in Trey’s mouth.
He was going to have to learn to control himself with this man. It would be so easy to just lose himself in the pleasure.
Speeding his rhythm, Lucien changed his angle until Trey’s whole body jerked and he knew he’d found Trey’s gland.
Now to challenge Trey, see how far to push him. He stayed right there, banging into Trey’s sweet spot repeatedly.
“Oh. Oh, God. God. Lu…Lucien.”
“Right here, baby.” Right here and banging on his lover’s gland.
“I can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“Wait. Can’t wait.”
“You have to. You have to wait until I say.”
Trey shook his head, swallowing hard. Lucien pinched Trey’s right nipple.
“Fuck!” Trey’s body clenched tight as a fist.
So Lucien twisted the other one and his lover shot, ropes of spunk pouring from him.
“Oh, I didn’t
say you could. I’m going to have to punish you now.”
Here was where he would find out if Trey had his safe word just for laughs, or if it was because he was truly interested in exploring his subby side.
“You…you made me.”
“Maybe. Still, I think your ass will look lovely with my handprints. I think it was made for them.” Just the thought had his erection throbbing inside Trey’s body, reminding him forcibly that he hadn’t come yet.
It wasn’t only Lucien who was having thoughts. At the sound of the word ‘handprints’, Trey’s ass clenched around him, tight as a fist.
“How many do you think you deserve for coming without permission?” Lucien thrust in hard. “One?” He thrust in again. “Two?” And again. “Five?”
“I don’t know. Until you’ve given me what I need?”
“Oh, good answer.” He thrust faster, harder, hips punching into Trey.
Trey met his thrusts, bouncing against his thighs. Lucien lost it, pounding in, his orgasm gathering in his balls.
“Yeah. I feel you. So full.” Trey’s words were punctuated by moans.
“Trey. Baby. Fuck.” He knew it wouldn’t be long when he couldn’t manage more than single word sentences. “Yes!” Crying out, he came, filling the condom.
Trey reached down, touched his cock, then the place where Lucien spread him.
Groaning, he dropped a kiss on Trey’s mouth. “Pretty fucking amazing, isn’t it?” He thought it was fucking beautiful, Trey’s pale ass spread by his thick, dark cock.
“Uh-huh. I’m spread wide.”
“Yeah, you are.” Leaning in, he kissed Trey. “I’m going to come out so I can get the plug. I’ll let you feel it up before I put it in you.”
“Okay. Is it big?” Trey’s erection jerked at his words.
“It is. Not as big as me, but big enough.”
And they had ‘The Boyfriend’ dildo to check out, too.
Grabbing hold of the base of the condom, Lucien slid out and got rid of it. Trey was slowly jacking himself when Lucien turned back to him.
“You are insatiable.” Lucien wasn’t complaining.
“I like sex,” Trey told him, unashamed.
“Me, too.”
He grabbed the two toy boxes and sat up against the backboard, tugging Trey close. Trey rubbed him, the moves seeming instinctive. Maybe Trey was right about limiting this to a reward for writing—he could get lost in this man, in this and forget everything, from eating to breathing. All he wanted was to play. Explore. Push.