Page 31 of Tangled With You

Charades. When you got right down to it, Ollie hadknown the first time they teamed up to play charades. That was, what? Over ayear ago? Back when Trevor had invited him to Zelda’s place, the woman who’dwritten Intercontinental, Jamie’s first big movie.

Granted, someone had been trying to kill Zelda, so the groupof Stark Security agents had been there for a reason. Even so, the night hadbeen fun, and the game even more so. He and Trevor’dhad a rhythm. There’d been an edge to it. And he’d spent the whole evening in asensual haze that had both terrified and excited him.

“Where did you go?” Trevor was leaning over him, so thatTrevor’s shirt was brushing Ollie’s now-bare and very awake cock.

“I’m right here,” Ollie murmured as he reached up, thenpulled Trevor’s head down for a kiss that Trevor enthusiastically returned. Itwas hot and wild and everything that Ollie wanted.

Except not quite everything.

“Trev…” He could hear the need in his voice.

“I know,” Trev said softly. “Me, too.” He shifted position,then lightly licked the tip of Ollie’s cock. Ollie groaned, the sound low anddeep, and though he tried to squirm, Trevor’s strong hands were on Ollie’ships, holding him firmly in place.

With a deliberate slowness that drove Ollie mad, Trev usedhis tongue to tease and lick and suck—never fully taking him in, but playingwith him just enough to have Ollie fisting his hands in the sheets, half out ofhis mind with need, but not quite to the edge.

He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. It felt likeheaven. It felt perfect. And even though he craved that explosive loss ofcontrol, right then he never wanted it to end.

“God, Trevor.” His voice was raw, needy, and he tilted hishead back, eyes closed. He was completely at this man’s mercy, and Trevordidn’t disappoint, every lick and every touch designed to push Ollie right tothe edge.

Game on, indeed.

And then, oh, yes, Trevor drew his cock fully in,his warm mouth enveloping him, sucking him long and deep until Ollie wasfighting to keep from exploding, simply for the pleasure of making thissensation last.

But there was no fighting the way the pleasure was buildinginside him, like the increasing pressure of an imminent explosion. He openedhis eyes, needing to see. Then watched as Trevor sucked his cock, the sightmaking his insides twist with a delicious need more intense than he’d everfelt.

He wanted the explosion. The release. And then, damned if hedidn’t want Trevor in his mouth. At his mercy.

That was the thought that pushed him over the edge. That hadheat flooding him. That had his entire being teetering on a precipice, fightingagainst the desire to go over and the longing to stay exactly like this,hyper-aroused with erotic pleasure enveloping him like the crackling ofelectricity.

But then Trevor’s other hand slid under Ollie’s balls, hisfingers teasing Ollie’s crack until his fingertip found his ass. Ollie archedback, groaning. The sensation was incredible, and when Trevor licked hisfingertip then gently teased it inside Ollie’s ass even as his tongue circled thehead of Ollie’s cock, Ollie knew he had to either pull back or go completelyover.

“Wait.” The word was barely a groan, but Trevor stoppedimmediately, lifting his head, his brow furrowed with worry. “No,” Ollie said.“It’s good. It’s amazing.” Wasn’t that an understatement. “But youasked—you asked what I wanted.” He bit his lower lip, feeling ridiculous forfeeling nervous.

“So I did,” Trevor said, his head tilted just slightly, asif Ollie was a puzzle.

“What you said yesterday.” Ollie licked his lips and didn’tquite meet Trevor’s eyes. “That’s what I want.” His cheeks burned. Was heactually blushing?

“Yeah?” Trevor asked, then moved up Ollie’s body. He tookOllie’s chin in his hand, forcing Ollie to meet his eyes. “Tell me,” hewhispered. “I want to hear you say it.”

Ollie’s chest tightened, and his mouth went dry. “You saidyou were going to fuck me.” He bit his lower lip, then exhaled. “Please, Trev.That’s what I want. Not your fingers. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Trevor’s eyes went dark with lust, and his slow, sexy smilemade Ollie even harder. Hell, right then he wanted to bury himself insideTrevor as much as he wanted to submit.

Soon.

He wanted this first. To be claimed. To be owned.

And he’d wanted it for one hell of a long time.

“I did say that,” Trevor said, with his ridiculously sexygrin.

“Yeah. You did.” Ollie propped himself up on his elbows andshrugged out of his shirt, tossing it off the bed. Then he reached out forTrevor’s waistband. “You’re overdressed for the occasion.”

“That’s me. Always with the social faux pas.”

“Very gauche,” Ollie agreed, his heart pounding as hewatched Trevor slide off the bed, then slowly strip. Pants first, then briefs,so that his cock poked at the tail of his shirt before Trevor pulled it overhis head and tossed it aside, revealing that stunning sculpted body. Heunbuttoned his jeans, then tugged them down over his hips. He wasn’t wearingunderwear, and that unexpected revelation sent a fresh shot of sensualawareness zinging through Ollie. An awareness that only increased when Trevorcrawled onto the bed—and Ollie—then kissed him hard before whispering, “Youwant to be fucked, McKee?”

“God, yes.”