Page 42 of Sleeping with the Dark (The Righteous 3)
Cody licked his lips, his eyes drawn to the shiny drops of precome coating the tip of the sexiest fucking cock he’d ever laid eyes on—still unable to find his voice, he nodded slowly, his eyes singularly focused on what he desired.
“Then what are you waiting for? Get to work,” Trev said, his voice husky.
Cody peeked back up at Trev’s eyes, eyes that with a single look would have him on his knees begging to be fucked. “Are you serious?”
“Get to work or get out, Cody.” Trev released his wrist.
He loved this side of Trev. Normally, the Dom thing would turn him off, but Trev was different. He had this nonchalant air that dared him to walk out, which of course, made him want the fucker all the more.
He hesitated a moment too long, his brain catching up to the words Trev said, so Trev spoke again. “Do I need to make my order more clear? Suck my cock, Cody, since it’s your fault that it’s hard, or use the door and get out.”
He couldn’t move fast enough to get around the bed and crawl up onto the other side. He had this urge to say, ‘Yes, Sir.’ He’d always been the one in charge of his sexual experiences, but it turned him on more than he ever thought it would to be ordered around by this man.
Kneeling on the bed, he allowed his eyes to take in the sensual man laid out before him. His eyes couldn’t decide what to look at. The long muscular legs, the tight abs that could still be seen under the bandages, the shoulders that made his mouth water, or the cock that stood hard before him. The man was like an all you could eat buffet. Tongue tingling, he leaned down and licked Trev’s hip bone, drawing a wet line across the warm skin to just below his belly button, the tip of the beautiful cock hitting his cheek as he did so. He so badly wanted to kiss every part of Trev’s body, but the bandages halted his assault every way he went to move and limited his options.
Hand trembling, he reached out and ran his fingers down the muscular leg that flexed under his touch. As his fingers drew up that perfectly toned leg, he kept going until he could cup the heavy sac in his hand. Even drawn up tight, it was a solid handful, and he marveled over the feeling as he gently rolled those jewels around in his hand. Cody turned his head and resumed licking the rim of Trev’s cock.
“Enough with the teasing,” Trev said, his tone stern.
Cody lifted his head and gave Trev a hard stare. Under any other circumstances, he would have lavished up the opportunity to wrestle for the top. Tonight though, he wanted this.
Wrapping his hand around the thick shaft, he shuddered as it surged in his hand. His lips parted, and he slid his mouth over the slick head.
Cody closed his eyes, savoring the clean taste of his skin and the tantalizing salty flavor. He’d perfected his deep-throating skills over the years, but even so, it took a great deal of concentration not to gag on the long shaft. Trev gripped his hair, and he knew what was coming as Trev’s hand tightened. Hips flexing up and hand pushing down, Trev forced himself the rest of the way down Cody’s throat. His nostrils flared as he struggled to breathe as his nose settled against Trev’s stomach.
He fought the urge to panic and moaned as his body relaxed into the sensation of his throat being stretched. There was nothing like that quiet moment before you started to suck.
Trev groaned as Cody swallowed, the movement constricting around the cock lodged in his throat. He drew his mouth up in what he knew would be a torturous pace, savoring every little flinch and moan that spoke of the pleasure he was giving. There was nothing about Trev he didn’t like—he was drowning in the waves of need to please this man, to win more than just his body. Everything about him, including the heated cock in his mouth, was sexy and driving him wild.
Trev groaned as he picked up the pace. “Take your boxers off. I want to see you.”
Releasing Trev, he whipped the boxers off in earnest and had to fight with the material as they hooked on his foot. Annoyed, he tossed them across the room, and as luck would have it, they landed on a family portrait hanging on the wall. He stared at the face of who he could only assume was Trev’s mother, one eye staring between the folds of material, and swallowed hard. Trev made a throaty sound, and Cody didn’t miss the smirk on Trev’s face. He flushed and cleared his throat.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell her,” Trev said, unable to contain his amusement.
“You better not.” He smiled back.
He grabbed their two cocks at once and dropped his mouth to the one in front of him, desperate to feast on Trev. His hand worked as feverishly as his mouth and added in a subtle twist of his wrist that he knew would only heighten the sensations.
Cody wanted Trev to let go, to scream, and to yell his fucking name. He yanked on his own cock furiously, like he was mad at it while he worshiped Trev’s. It unbelievably swelled even more in size, and Cody’s ass flexed at the thought of this monster inside of him.
Pushing Trev’s un-injured leg further away, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive underside and sucked each of the sacs into his mouth, earning himself another strangled groan.
“You like that,” Cody asked in between licks.
“Yes.”
Dropping his head, he resumed his sucking of the soft skin that was drawn up tight to Trev’s body. He made sure to take time drawing each one of those delicate sacs into his mouth and give them the attention they deserved.
Taking a chance, Cody slid his hand under Trev’s body and tentatively slipped one finger closer to his intended destination. Trev flexed his cheeks together, forcing him to stop his movement. Cody lifted his head, the crown jewels falling from his mouth with an audible pop to meet Trev’s stare.
“I thought you said you trust me?”
“I do.” Trev laid his head back down.
“Then trust me,” Cody whispered. He wiggled his fingers under Trev’s body and waited for him to relax. As soon as those muscled cheeks softened under his touch, he continued the journey until his finger made contact with the pink star and was rewarded with a guttural sigh.
He pressed on the delicate button that he planned on getting inside one night—his finger rubbing small circles along the rim of the puckered skin. It was his turn to smirk as Trev’s hand reached out and gripped his ass, a throaty sound of pure pleasure escaping his lips.
