Chapter Eight
T revor held Matt’s hips, imprisoning him on the bed.
Matt’s body was rigid with tension while Trevor feasted on Matt’s cock, causing the larger man to shudder and tremble.
Trevor loved the power, the control over Matt—a man far larger, but right now putty in his hands.
Trevor focused on the tip of Matt’s cock.
He slid his lips over the crown, swirled his tongue around the flange, then allowed it to slip free.
In and out, he sucked and licked—Matt’s hands in Trevor’s hair, holding him in place.
When Trevor invaded the slit with his tongue, Matt’s fingers clenched and the strands of Trevor’s hair in Matt’s grasp strained at the roots.
Trevor used one hand to grasp Matt’s cock.
The rein prevented the long column from surging inside his mouth.
Niall forced Matt’s hands to release Trevor’s head. Trevor glanced up the length of Matt’s body to see Matt and Niall’s hands threaded together. Niall had Matt’s arms pinned to the mattress, their mouths locked together.
Trevor changed gears. He took a deep breath and sucked Matt’s cock down as far as he could.
Not quite to the root, but close. He rose and sank deep once again, taking the cock into his throat.
With the next motion, he only swallowed half of Matt’s length, then made the next two accept everything Matt had to offer.
Trevor backed off and played with the tip.
He licked at the pre-cum that seeped from Matt’s body.
The flavor exploded on Trevor’s taste buds.
Trevor loved to suck cock. He loved the feel of soft flesh over hardened steel sliding between his lips. He loved burrowing his nose into a man’s crotch and inhaling the scent of their arousal. He loved the taste of a man’s essence sliding down his throat when Trevor made his partner come.
Trevor’s free hand stroked Matt’s cock. The saliva-slickened skin slid in the palm of his hand as Trevor pumped Matt while he kept sucking and licking the head.
He wished he could hear Matt’s sounds, but Niall’s mouth captured each moan, taking it within their other lover.
Trevor caught the sound of a whimper when Niall backed away from Matt for a moment.
Trevor wanted to exploit Matt’s vulnerability.
He slid a hand between Matt’s legs, his fingers touching the sensitive dam beneath Matt’s sack.
Another whimper escaped from the big man, thoroughly caught in Trevor and Niall’s sensual prison.
Trevor took Matt’s cock deep again, as deep as he could while his slick finger breached Matt’s hole.
Tight, burning tissues clamped down on Trevor’s digit.
Matt’s hips broke free and surged upwards.
Thankfully, Trevor was prepared; otherwise the onslaught could have caused injury.
Matt came with a roar. Trevor massaged Matt’s balls with one hand and curled the finger inside Matt’s body to stimulate his prostate and prolong Matt’s climax.
He tasted sweet with an underlying touch of sea salt.
Trevor drank every ounce, only slowing when he sensed Matt’s body became too sensitive for further stimulation.
Matt panted as he tried to catch his breath. “You … are … amazing at that.”
Trevor smiled. “It’s my life’s work. I strive for excellence.”
“Come up here,” Matt said, holding out his arms.
Trevor crawled up Matt’s body. Trevor’s cock was hard as stone, and he groaned when his flesh rubbed against Matt’s washboard stomach.
Matt gathered Trevor into his arms and held him close.
Trevor nearly purred at the sensation. Their lips met, and Matt’s tongue slid inside Trevor’s mouth.
Did Matt taste himself inside Trevor? Did he enjoy their mingling flavors?
Matt’s hands grasped Trevor’s ass, and Trevor couldn’t stop himself from thrusting against Matt’s body, his cock hungry for friction. Firm hands with long fingers smoothed up Trevor’s back. A pair of lips landed on the back of Trevor’s neck. He shivered at the touch.
“I want to watch Niall fuck you, bello . I want to hear you moan as his cock fills every empty space inside your body.”
“Yes,” Trevor whispered.
Matt rolled to the side, and Trevor slid off his human mattress. He looked up at Matt, “How?”
“Hands and knees.”
Trevor turned over and presented his ass to Niall, who kneeled on the bed with lube in hand.
One slick digit smeared the cool gel around Trevor’s hole.
The tip of Niall’s finger flicked over Trevor’s entrance, and Trevor tried to push back into Niall’s touch.
He wanted that finger inside him. His need was deep and aching.
Getting Matt off had pushed Trevor’s desire to the limits.
Trevor was near begging, his head hanging between his shoulders, his hands clenched in the sheets.
Finally, with firm pressure, Niall’s finger slid deep inside Trevor.
It was perfect, and yet it wasn’t enough.
He needed the escape only a good fucking could give him.
Needed that release when his mind shut down and his body took over.
When pleasure flooded his brain and silenced the voices in his head for a brief period of time.
Three of Niall’s fingers now stretched him open.
Trevor stopped breathing as Niall finally got his cock into position.
He assumed at some point either Niall had donned a condom, or Matt had suited Niall up for the main event.
The rounded head pressed against Trevor’s opening, pressure mounted and Trevor pressed against the wonderful intrusion.
He wanted Niall to enter him quickly. Trevor wanted to feel the burn, but instead it was a slow possession.
Trevor was unused to this type of fucking.
His previous partners had all been of the slam bam, thank you sir variety.
Niall’s claiming had Trevor nearly in tears at the tender, but no less all-consuming merging of their bodies.
Trevor’s eyes were closed, his breathing ragged, and his hands held the sheets so tightly, Trevor felt his nails digging into his palms. Matt’s hands rubbed the back of his neck, soothed the strained muscles of Trevor’s arms. His deep voice whispered in Trevor’s ear, praising Trevor’s openness, his beauty, how incredible he looked speared on Niall’s cock.
He heard Matt ask if Trevor was ready for Niall to move.
Yes. Yes please . Trevor’s back curved as if he were an animal getting mounted.
Niall’s cock retreated, only to surge forward once again.
Back and forth. Exit and entry. Niall’s cock did exactly as Matt said it would.
All of Trevor’s emptiness, loneliness, and hunger faded away.
Trevor didn't miss the pain he'd convinced himself he needed to get out of his head.
He loved this. He could grow to crave this.
Matt kneeled in front of Trevor, bracing his body, preventing Trevor from moving into Niall’s thrusts.
Trevor’s mind went blank as Matt’s weight kept him pinned.
Niall’s hand reached underneath Trevor’s body and grasped his cock, gripping hard and squeezing for a moment before he stroked with slow deliberate movements in rhythm with Niall’s thrusts.
The constant low-level waves didn’t give Trevor the edge he needed to come, but continued to feed Trevor’s arousal.
He had no control. His men had stripped him of his power.
“Fuck me,” he breathed. The words were more of a plea than a curse.
Trevor succumbed to Matt and Niall’s control.
He felt Niall’s pulse beat inside him. Nonsense words babbled from Trevor’s lips.
His mind and body entered a space never attained.
Niall’s sliding motions reached deep inside, deeper than a cock could reach.
Matt’s hands slid over Trevor’s back, through his hair and down his arms.
Niall shifted, and the new angle of his cock ignited nerve endings that had slept. Still the same slow, measured thrusts.
Trevor’s arms collapsed. His head landed on Matt’s quads, a half-hard cock thick beneath Trevor’s cheek.
Trevor wrapped his arms around Matt’s hips and trusted his lover to keep him safe.
His ass was now higher than before, and Niall thrust downward, pegging Trevor’s gland.
The spike in sensation was almost enough to pull Trevor from his meditative state.
“Our bodies are extensions of each other, our spirits entwined.” Niall whispered.
Trevor’s need increased slowly and steadily. It had to break at some point. He had to reach the pinnacle before he could fall into sated bliss, but the journey was beyond him. His body was a vessel, and Matt and Niall filled him with their essence. It was terrifying; it was exhilarating.
It was right.
Fuck. This was getting … serious. He’d had no idea when he agreed to this relationship it would alter the fundamental core of his being.
He had naively assumed he could continue on with his life, as he had been.
Enjoy a few weeks of great sex and move on, but tonight’s actions made it clear that would not be an option.
A man did not move on from something like this without consequences.
He wanted to be taken care of for the first time in his life—he was tired of fighting with both himself and the world.
With every touch from Matt and Niall, the mask of bravery he presented to the world slowly splintered.
Trevor's facade would crumble and expose him to the world. When that happened, he hoped Matt and Niall would still be there to pick up the pieces, because Trevor didn’t believe he could glue himself back together alone.