He kissed him again—slower this time, reverent—as if trying to memorize the shape of Lucas’s mouth. His free hand cradled the back of his head while his fingers continued their steady rhythm, each curl dragging a broken moan from Lucas’s lips.
Trevor’s eyes darkened. His hands moving with purpose, unbuttoning Lucas’s shirt with practiced ease. He pushed the fabric aside, his mouth following the path his hands had taken, kissing and nipping at the exposed skin of Lucas’s chest. His tongue flicked over a nipple, and Lucas cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. Trevor smiled against his skin, clearly enjoying the power he had over him.
"So sensitive," Trevor murmured, his breath hot against Lucas’s skin. He took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, until Lucas was gasping, his fingers tangling in Trevor’s hair, pulling him closer.
"Please," Lucas begged, his voice barely a whisper. He didn’t even know what he was asking for, just more.
Trevor seemed to understand. He released Lucas’s nipple with a final, teasing lick and moved lower, his hands pulling Lucas’s pants off and throwing them to the floor. He pulled them down slowly, taking his time, his eyes never leaving Lucas’s face. When Lucas’s cock sprang free, already hard and leaking, Trevor’s eyes darkened with desire.
"God, you’re beautiful," he breathed, his hand wrapping around Lucas’s length, pumping slowly. Lucas’s head fell back against the pillows, his lips parting in a silent moan. His hips thrust into Trevor’s hand, desperate for more friction, more pleasure.
But Trevor was in control, and he wasn’t going to rush this. He leaned down, his lips brushing the tip of Lucas’s cock, kissing it gently, teasingly. Lucas’s entire body trembled with anticipation, his hands gripping the seat so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Trevor, please," he begged again, his voice breaking.
Trevor smirked up at him, his eyes dark with lust. "Patience, Lucas," he said, his voice low and husky. "I’ve got you."
And then he took him into his mouth, slowly, savoring every inch. Lucas’s breath caught in his throat, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Trevor’s tongue swirled around him, teasing the sensitive underside, and Lucas’s hips jerked involuntarily. But Trevor held him steady, his hands firm on Lucas’s hips, keeping him in place.
The sensations were overwhelming—the heat of Trevor’s mouth, the pressure of his tongue, the way his lips moved with such skill and precision. Lucas could feel the pleasure building, a tight coil of heat in his abdomen that threatened to snap at any moment.
"I’m close," he warned, his voice shaking.
Trevor didn’t stop. Instead, he took him deeper, his throat opening around him, and Lucas’s vision blurred. His release hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him with such intensity that he cried out, his body trembling with the force of it. Trevor swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving Lucas’s face, watching him with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.
When Lucas finally came down from his high, Trevor released him, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. He kissed his way back up Lucas’s body, his hands roaming, caressing, as if he couldn’t get enough of him, ending with pressing a searing kiss to the hollow of his throat.
"You smell so fucking sweet," Trevor murmured against his skin, his voice rough and low like he was barely holding himself together. "Like you were made for me."
Lucas couldn’t answer, not with words. Not when every nerve in his body felt like it was tuned to the frequency of Trevor’s touch.
Trevor dragged his mouth along Lucas’s collarbone, open-mouthed and reverent, like he was tasting devotion itself. He pressed his nose against the curve of Lucas’s neck and inhaled, slow and deep, like the scent was drugging him, and maybe it was.
Because that sweetness, that scent, it clung to Trevor’s senses like a spell. It reminded him of the peach iced tea Lucas drank in the morning, crisp and honey-soft, threaded now with the rich musk of arousal. That combination was maddening. His scent. His omega.
Lucas tilted his head back, giving the alpha better access as Trevor’s lips traveled down his neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin there. Every touch left a mark, a claim, and Lucas couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped him, a sound that slid straight down Trevor’s spine and coiled low in his gut.
His hands found Trevor’s hair, fingers threading through the dark strands as he pulled him closer—urging him on with breathless desperation.
"Trevor," he breathed, the name falling from his lips like a plea, like a prayer.
Trevor groaned, his voice breaking with restraint. "You’re not helping."
But he didn’t move away.
He gripped Lucas’s thighs and spread him wider, forcing his legs to cradle his waist as he pressed their bodies flush—skin to skin, slick to heat, breath to breath. Every inch of Lucas seemed to tremble against him, soft and open and utterly wrecked already.
And still greedy for more.
"You don’t even know what you’re doing to me," Trevor said, dragging his mouth along Lucas’s jaw, down to his collarbone, where he bit lightly—just enough to make Lucas gasp and arch beneath him.
"I think I do," Lucas whispered, his voice trembling with both defiance and desire. "You’re the one falling apart." NovelHub
Trevor stilled, just for a moment.
Then he laughed—a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Lucas’s spine. "You’re so fucking smug when you’re about to be ruined."
He slid down, biting at Lucas’s hipbone as his fingers resumed their work between his legs—slick, sure, circling, stretching.
Lucas couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but hold on as Trevor’s fingers teased him, circling his entrance before pushing inside. The stretch was just enough to make him gasp, his body clenching around Trevor’s fingers as they moved deeper.
Trevor leaned in, letting his mouth hover just above the place his fingers moved, and murmured, "Say my name again."
Lucas’s head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as Trevor’s fingers curled inside him, hitting a spot that made him see stars. His hips moved on their own, grinding down on Trevor’s hand as he chased the pleasure building inside him.
Lucas’s back arched, hands scrabbling at the sheets. "Trevor—!"
He pulled his fingers out, and Lucas whimpered at the loss, but then Trevor was unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to free his cock. Lucas’s eyes dropped to the thick length, his mouth watering at the sight, and he reached for it without thinking, his fingers wrapping around the base.
"Fuck," Trevor hissed, hips twitching in his hand. "You’re going to kill me."