“You don’t have to admit it. Your body is telling it for you.”
“Is it? Is that bad?”
“No, it’s very good. It means I can give you what you need, even if you can’t tell me what that is.” Lucien inserted a second finger into him.
“Good. Good. Oh, please. More.” He drew one leg up, begging with his entire body.
Giving him more, Lucien added another finger, thrusting them deep and stretching them wide. A soft cry escaped him, the burn perfect.
“How long has it been?” Lucien asked.
“Three years. Back in school. Please.”
“Just a little more prep then.” In and out, Lucien fucked him slowly, fingers going inside him.
His hands opened and closed, over and over, the stretch amazing. He met each stroke, wanting everything he could get. Curling his fingers, Lucien changed the angle of his penetration until he hit Trey’s gland. He sat straight up, crying out.
Lucien put an arm around his shoulders, and those fingers pushed deep, hitting that spot inside him again.
“Fuck…”
Oh, God, yes. Please. Please. More. Don’t stop.
Brushing over his gland again and again, Lucien sent lightning shooting through his body. Trey threw his head back, throat working. He was going to come.
Lucien’s lips landed on this throat, soft and warm, wet. “Wait for me, babe. I want you to come on my cock.”
“Yes. Yes, please. Oh, fuck, I need you.”
“Lie back down.” Lucien helped him lie on the bed, settling him on his back.
Nodding, Trey tried to relax, to ease.
Lucien’s penetration disappeared, but the big hands stayed on him until Lucien had settled between his stretched legs and finally, blessedly, he could catch his breath.
Trey heard the condom package opening, Lucien groaning as he pulled it over his cock. Trey reached down, curious, wanting to feel. Another groan sounded when he touched Lucien’s covered erection.
“Yes. Want you.” He wanted so badly.
“Me, too.” Then Lucien’s mouth covered his, the thick need pushing through his fingers, then settling at his hole.
Exhaling, Trey bore down and took Lucien right in.
“Oh, baby. So damn tight.”
The stretch was perfect, delicious. Addictive.
Lucien moved like a glacier, slow and easy, stretching him, filling him. It was delicious and he panted though the burn. Wriggling a little, Lucien settled deep inside him.
Trey worked the heavy erection, squeezing and relaxing, making Lucien feel him. Sweet groans rained down on him, and Lucien began to thrust, his hardness shifting inside. Trey held on, focusing on the way his hole stretched around the fat cock.
“Tight. Hot. Perfect,” Lucien told him.
“Thank you.”
Perfect. Damn
.
Lucien found a rhythm, long and slow, sending shivers through Trey’s whole body. He wrapped his legs around Lucien, held on, squeezing them together. Lucien wrapped his cock in one hand, tugging as the rhythm sped.
“Yes.”
Oh, God. Oh, God, yes.
His need dragged along Lucien’s palm, so hot, and his body drew up, pulled in tight, the urge to come incredible.
“You waiting for my order, Trey?”
“What?”
Order?
“To come.”
“I…” God, he didn’t know what to say.
Lucien stilled, tightening the hand circling his cock. “You what, Trey?”
“Please.”
Lucien kissed him again, then whispered against his lips, “Come now.”
It was the easiest thing ever, to moan, let himself go as Lucien punched in, hitting his gland. Spunk poured out of him in waves, his teeth clenching.
“Oh, yes. Yes.” Lucien thrust a few more times before freezing inside him.
Trey reached up, stroked Lucien’s face. Nuzzling into the touch, Lucien licked at his palm.
“You enjoyed that.” Trey could feel it on his fingers.
“Immensely. So did you.”
“God, yes.” He actually laughed a little, the energy needing a place to go.
Lucien rubbed their noses together, the thick cock sliding out of him, and Trey moaned, already missing the pressure.
“You have any plugs?” Lucien asked him. “Something to keep you stretched?”
“What? I have a vibrator…”
“But no plugs? You need to be plugged, baby. I could feel it in the way your body clung to me.”
“No. No, I don’t…” He didn’t know how to figure out how to get one.
“Too bad I didn’t bring one. I’d love to leave you full.”
Oh, he’d love that too, but how could he tell which ones to buy, how to do it?
Lucien stroked his cheek. “You don’t like that idea?”
“What? No. No, I just don’t know how to do it.”
“Don’t know how to…use a plug?” Lucien sounded confused.
“How to… Can you imagine trying to buy sex toys online without being able to see?”
“Oh, God.” Lucien laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be mean, I’m just imagining the results. I mean, you could wind up with
anything
. Then once it gets here, how do you open it and figure out what it is? It’s clear to me, baby. You need me.”
“See? See, you get it!” He laughed too. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, independence is important, but you don’t ask your assistant to help with this.”
“No, but you can ask me. You have a laptop we can go shopping with?”
“Of course. I left it—” His eyes flew open. He hadn’t left it behind, had he? At the coffee shop?
“The one you had with you? You left it by the front door. I’ll get it.”
“Oh, God. Thank you.” Oh, man, he needed to be careful. Needed to focus.
“You’re welcome, but I’m motivated.”
Lucien padded out again. He could get used to the sound of Lucien’s feet on his floor. Too used to it. The thought worried him, and he told himself to chill the fuck out. Right now, this was a one-night stand.
Lucien came back and sat next to him, turning on his laptop. “I won’t pry, I promise. I’ll just open your browser and introduce you to my favorite online sex shop.”
“Here, I’ll log in.” He typed his password.
The screen reader greeted him, “Good evening.”
He scrolled through the icons, each one read for him until he found Safari.
“That’s pretty damn cool.”
“It works fairly well. I love technology.”
“So the site you want is www.sizequeensrus.com.”
“What?”
Oh, God
.
“That’s the name of the site. It’s run by this guy who has tried everything himself. The descriptions are hilarious and yet also very accurate. It would be useful for you. I assume your computer will read off the websites for you?”
“Yes. Yes, it will read the screen.” Was he a size queen?
“Excellent. You could bookmark the page for when you’re on your own, then you can tell me what ones appeal to you. But for today, I’d like to buy one, have it sent to my place. Delivering it will give me an excuse to come see you again.”
“That sounds like something I could get behind.”
Chuckling, Lucien nudged him. “Good one.”
“It was, wasn’t it? Words are my friends.”
“I don’t know, I think maybe words are your bitches—I have read every one of your books.”
God, he loved that. “Which one was your favorite?”
“Oh, God. I can’t answer that. Your last one is always my favorite, but then so is the first one, because it’s when I first discovered you. I have to admit, though, the one that I reread the most is probably
Death Smells like Lilacs
.”
“That one wrote itself, I think. I couldn’t breathe until it was done.”
“I love hearing stuff like that.” Lucien kissed him softly. “You’re a very talented and sexy man, Trey.”
“Thanks. What do you do for a living?” Had he asked already?
“I own a gym.”
“Oh, wow. That’s cool.” He wasn’t the gym type. Thank God he didn’t need to be.
“It is. And it’s finally doing well enough I don’t have to put in a hundred million hours a week. I have people to run it. I mostly sign checks and do personal training.”
“Ah. Hence the stunning body.”
Lucien’s chuckle was like warm caramel. “Yeah. Although I credit good genes for a lot of it. Okay. Let’s take a look at this site and find you a good starter dildo.”
“Are dildos and plugs the same thing?”
“No, although most plugs can double as a dildo. A plug is going to have something at the base to keep it from going all the way into your ass and it’s meant to stay in while you go about your daily business. A dildo is for fucking. You need one of those because every man should have at least one. And then you need a plug so that next time I come over and we’re done, I can put it in you and you can wear it for a while.”
Trey thought this sounded like a delicious plan, like something addictive.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have them both delivered to my place so you don’t have to worry about your assistant opening a box of cock for you.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Like I said, it gives me an excuse to see you again.”
Trey nodded, reached out, hand landing on Lucien’s thigh. Lucien hummed and he sounded pleased.
“Okay, this is a nice starter dildo. It’s nine inches long, so you can get a good grip of one end and still have a nice length to feed into yourself. It’s not as thick as I am, but it’s realistically shaped with bumps and veins and stuff. It’s called The Boyfriend.”
“The Boyfriend? That’s hilarious.” Nine inches. He could ride that into the ground.
“Isn’t it? I don’t suppose color matters to you but it’s available in a variety.”
Trey rolled his eyes. “Pick your favorite.”
“I’m going to pick black, like me.”
He nodded, trailing his fingers over Lucien’s belly. “I’m easy.”
“Are you now? That’s good to know.” Lucien kissed the top of his head.
It was so easy to snuggle in, to melt against Lucien and cuddle.
“For the plug, I’m thinking something wide in the middle with a flat base so when you’re wearing it and sitting, you can shift it just by wriggling a bit.”
“Sitting?” Trey swallowed as he imagined that.
“Yeah. You like the idea?”
God, yes
. “I could try it, yeah.”
Chuckling, Lucien typed some stuff. “There we go. They’ll be at my place in two to three days.”
“Did you need me to give you some cash?”
“No, it’ll be my treat. I’ll let you pay for the next one.”
The next one
. Trey had to admit he liked the sound of that. “What are your favorite ones? And how many different types were there?”
“Oh, there are dozens, maybe even hundreds. My favorites…for you? Long and big ones.”
Long and big. God. “For you?”
“I’m not the size queen, baby.”
Still, Lucien wasn’t into them? Trey didn’t ask, but he had to admit, he was curious.
“Okay, we’re set. You want to hear some of the descriptions on the other ones?”
“I could listen to you talk all night long,” Trey admitted.
“I can think of better things to do
all
night long. But we can start like this.”
Trey rested his head on Lucien’s chest. “Okay, tell me everything.”
Chapter Two
Lucien rang the doorbell at three-zero-six Begonia Terrace.
He probably should have warned Trey he was coming over. He was sort of inviting himself in. Although technically they’d said he would come over when the dildo and plug arrived. Which they had. This morning.
He was a little eager. No, that wasn’t right. He was a lot eager. Lucien hadn’t been so taken with anyone in a long time. He didn’t want to come off like a stalker, though. Sure, Trey clearly wanted to please him, but it had to be a little scary, inviting someone sighted in to your home, your life, especially after such a short time. He would do his best not to overwhelm Trey. Hell, he’d take his cues from the man based on how Trey reacted to this unexpected visit. He just prayed Trey’s feelings were on par with his own.
A pair of twin boys—maybe seven years old—opened the door, alike as they could be. “Can we help you?”
“Uh…I’m looking for Trey?” He checked the number on the door. It was the right number. And the bell on the gate had rung when he’d opened it.
“Oh.”
“Mommy! Someone’s here for Trey!”
“A big man.”
“What did I tell you two about opening Mr Trey’s door?”
Ah, the personal assistant, now her Lucien recognized.
“Sorry. He’s working. Let me see if he’ll come out.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Lucien gave the little boys a wink.