“No we won’t.”
Trick dropped his hands and slid his fingers through the loops of Declan’s jeans, pulling him closer. “Why are you still fighting it? Pride? I see the way you look at her. You want to go in there and rip that dress off. She’d let you, Declan, and I’d help. Is that was scares you? Because you know she’d say yes to us?”
“Why are you still pushing? Because you haven’t?” He saw it in Trick’s eyes. “You haven’t had her yet, have you? Tell me the truth.”
Trick tensed. “The truth is complicated.”
“Not really. Has she come for you?”
“On my fingers,” he rasped. “On my tongue. With her collection of toys, which is impressive.”
“Has she made you come as hard as you do for me?”
Trick’s lips parted and he swallowed. “We haven’t gotten that far yet. Declan, I was—”
He kissed him, desperate to shut out the visuals his words created. In his mind it was his fingers, his tongue, not Trick’s making Jennifer scream. Her bent over his desk while he spread the cheeks of her… Oh, damn.
The kiss was making him lose his train of thought. Declan knew exactly what it felt like to have him bent over a desk. He knew and he needed to feel it again. He groaned and reached down between them, undoing Trick’s belt buckle and lowering the zipper that kept him away from the hot, hard flesh he craved.
Trick turned his head, gasping. “Declan, fuck, that’s good. Wait. I… Damn. Damn, Declan, what are you doing?”
He stroked the satin-covered steel and dropped to his knees, taking Trick into his mouth. So good baby, it’s been too long.
Trick moaned when Declan took more, his hands cupping the back of his head, pulling him closer. “Fuck yeah, babe,” he rasped. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.”
He knew. He could taste it on the head of his cock, the hot skin stretched taut with need. He knew this body. Every inch of skin, every sound he made. He knew what Trick needed. And after weeks of teasing, Declan needed it too. Craved release. He reached up and dragged Trick’s jeans down to his ankles, feeling for and finding the condoms and small bottle of lube. He’d definitely had a plan. Now Declan had one, too.
He pulled back, letting the heavy cock slip from his mouth while Trick groaned in denial. “Don’t stop.”
“Get on the bed.”
Trick’s cheeks were flushed as he looked down at him, his eyes wild. “We can’t.”
“Eight weeks, damn you. Longer than that since I’ve had you.” Declan stood and tore open the condom’s package with his teeth. He still heard the blow dryer. “Hard and fast. We have time for that and you’re not leaving this room until we both get what we need. Get on the bed.”
Trick shuddered, his lips parting as he took off his boots and stepped out of his jeans. Declan turned, watching him walk over to the bed. “Everything.”
Trick obediently took off his shirt and Declan smiled, moving toward him with purpose. “Next time I have that cock in my mouth I’ll take my time,” he murmured. “I’ll give you what we both know you like until you’re begging and coming down my throat.”
Trick shuddered. “Why wait?”
“Eight weeks,” Declan repeated. “A man can only take so much.”
Declan studied the body he’d lusted after for so many years. Tristan Dunham was more than handsome. He was a leanly muscled wolf who used his second-hand clothes as camouflage. The tattoos added to his cover, though on him they were sexy as hell. Beneath his faded jeans and wrinkled shirts there wasn’t an inch of his body that wasn’t hard and lethal to Declan’s willpower. Even his cock, jutting out from the dark blond hair at its base, looked dangerous.
And it was, Declan thought. He was. “On. The. Bed.”
Trick hesitated before sitting on the perfectly made bed and lying back, his knees spread slightly apart. “I’m on the damn bed. Happy?”
Declan heard the thread of excitement in his voice. “You will be.”
He tossed the lube on the blanket, tore off his shirt and opened his jeans, pushing them down impatiently before rolling the condom on his erection. He hissed—God, that was good. He was ready to pop.
“Hard and fast,” he repeated roughly. That was the only warning he gave before he was on top of his lover, forcing open his mouth with his tongue and moaning at the full body contact.
Trick kissed him back, melted into him for a minute, but then he was pushing at his shoulders. “Jennifer is—Christ, fu—Declan, that’s not fucking fair. You can’t keeping teasing me.”
Hell yes, I can.
Declan slid down Trick’s body and took his cock in his mouth, reaching for and opening the lube in one smooth motion and soaking his fingers. He tossed it over his shoulder and then he was in, pushing two fingers inside Trick’s tight hole.