Size Matters (3 page)

“Hungry boy.” Lucien sat, still holding on tight.

“Been a while.” And Trey thought Lucien was delicious.

“I like it. I like you.”

Trey took another kiss, unsure of what to say, how to respond. He didn’t seem to need to, though, Lucien kissing him like it was the only thing Lucien wanted to do. Trey cupped Lucien’s jaw, exploring, so curious. Nuzzling against his hand, Lucien was almost purring. It was an amazing sound, luxurious.

Leaning back, Lucien took him down as well, and lying on top of Lucien, he could feel all the amazing muscles. He explored—broad chest, tiny nipples, firm muscles. Lucien’s shirt was crisp, almost.

“Take it off, babe,” Lucien told him.

Trey found the little buttons, searching them out, one by one. Lucien’s hands were drawing circles on his back, moving over and over. God, that tingled and his toes kept clenching and relaxing. He finally got all of Lucien’s buttons undone and he pushed the shirt off Lucien’s shoulders, his fingers drawn to the smooth skin, the shapes of Lucien’s muscles.

“You’re strong.” He leaned and licked down to Lucien’s nipple.

Groaning, Lucien bowed beneath him. He nibbled softly, letting the nip draw up for him.

“Someone’s wearing too many clothes.” Lucien tugged at his shirt.

“Are you?” Trey asked lightly.

Oh, Lucien’s laughter was indeed wonderful and Trey worked open Lucien’s slacks, playing.

“Such a tease,” murmured Lucien

“
Moi
? No…” He liked the idea, though, of playing.

And there was that beautiful laughter again.

Then, without warning, Lucien flipped them, putting him beneath Lucien’s bulk.

“Oh.” He gasped, cock going diamond hard.

“My turn.” Lucien’s mouth dropped onto his, stealing his breath as his shirt was undone, opened.

Trey buzzed, stretching against Lucien. Lucien’s teeth tugged on his lower lip, more an ache than a sting. He groaned, back bowing for Lucien, for the sensation.

“Your need is beautiful.” Lucien pulled his shirt off then began working on his jeans.

Trey wasn’t sure what that meant, but he was equally as sure that he didn’t care.

Those big hands tugged off his jeans, then one circled his hardness, stroking him with sure movements.
Oh, Christ. Christ
. Things went from intense to amazing in two shakes, two pulls.

Lucien’s mouth dropped back over his, this kiss deeper, more urgent. Trey let himself feel every second, focused on the sounds of their breath, the way their skin rasped. It all merged together, making a cocoon of sensations that fed his pleasure.

He wrapped his arms around Lucien’s, grabbing the taut globes of Lucien’s ass. Lucien wriggled for him, butt cheeks clenching and releasing. The jeans were buttery soft, worn smooth under his fingertips.

Lucien stroked his cock one more time then slid one hand down, cupping his balls. Trey spread his legs, and his body needed to arch, buck. One of Lucien’s fingers snuck back behind his balls, stroking the soft skin there. Trey felt his eyes cross, the tingle deep, uncontrollable.

“Your skin is so fine.” Lucien teased his hole.

“You still have your pants on.” Trey wanted to know everything about Lucien. Everything.

“I’ll need some help with them.

“Okay.” He wasn’t sure why, but he reached for Lucien’s fly.

Lucien groaned for him as he pressed against Lucien’s hardness. He carefully unzipped Lucien, making sure to protect the heavy cock. It pushed out into his hand, big and hot, like velvet on his fingers. The tip was spongy, thick, ridged and bumpy and slick. It made his mouth dry.

Groaning, Lucien shifted, that heat pushing along his hand. He measured the length, happy at the girth, the weight of it.

“You like what you feel, babe?” Lucien didn’t even start to say ‘see’. That was kind of magical.

“I do. You’re substantial, and you fit in my hand like a dream.”

“Bet I fit in your mouth even better.”

Trey chuckled, stroking from base to tip. “Do you now?”

“I do. In your ass, too.”

His body clenched. He loved ass play, loved being filled, but it didn’t happen often.

“Oh, you’re into that, are you? A nice thick cock, a ribbed dildo. A heavy plug.”

He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t answer, no way.

Lucien traced his lips with that warm, hot tongue. He dove into another kiss. This was easier, more familiar. When the kiss was over, they were lying side by side, naked, hands exploring.

He pushed the soft jeans all the way off, cheek sliding on Lucien’s cock as he pushed the material down. Moaning, Lucien pressed closer. He kept pushing them, working the cloth off. Lucien finally helped, kicking them off his ankles, leaving all that magnificent skin bare for him.

Everywhere he touched was warm, smooth skin. “Mmm.” He dragged his nose along Lucien’s thigh, exploring.

Groaning for him, Lucien spread his legs open. “You like sucking, Trey?”

“Nope. Hate it.” He winked and grinned, licking again.

Lucien’s laughter was husky, sexy, and Trey thought it could become a favorite sound.

Trey settled at Lucien’s balls, breathing nice and slow. It smelled clean and male here, good. He could feel Lucien’s leg muscles tightening, anticipation building in him. He flicked his tongue out, stealing a taste. Moaning, Lucien spread his legs wider and Trey could hear each of Lucien’s breaths.

He smiled, licked again, keeping it light.

“Trey…such a tease.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

Lucien laughed softly. “I’m not complaining.”

“Good.” Trey let his tongue drag, nice and slow, up along Lucien’s cock.

“Oh, damn. So hot.” Lucien’s big hands combed through his hair, warm on his scalp.

Trey moaned, the weight of those fingers stunning. One of Lucien’s thumbs rubbed over his cheek, the touch electric.

Focusing, Trey circled Lucien’s tip, sliding his tongue over the slit. Salty. Bitter. Moaning, Lucien petted him, hand stroking over his scalp. Trey wanted more of that flavor, so he pulled harder, slapping the tip with his tongue now.

“Yes.” Lucien dug into his scalp, holding on.

He hummed and focused on the tip, playing. He wanted to make Lucien
need
.

“More teasing.” Groaning, Lucien pushed up with his hips, trying to send the thick cock deeper.

He gave Lucien a little hard suction before backing off again.

Lucien made a needy noise. “You’re too damn good at that.”

Nonsense. It was impossible to be too good at fellatio.

“Don’t stop,” Lucien begged.

Trey didn’t intend to stop. He relaxed and sucked, fingers rolling and tugging the heavy, tight ball sac. Oh, damn. Lucien drew up his legs, the inner thighs cradling Trey’s face. It was warm and cozy, and Lucien smelled so good. He could become addicted to the way Lucien smelled.

Up and down, in and out, he found the pocket and just sucked, happy, warm. Lucien’s noises were amazing, that low, sexy voice raining praise and need down on him. Heat flooded him, his skin flushing, and he reveled in it.

He could tell when Lucien got close, the solid erection becoming even harder. That was his cue to go down, deep throating the heavy cock.

“Trey!” Lucien cried out for him, cock jerking and spilling down his throat.

He swallowed convulsively, drinking Lucien down. Lucien began petting his head again, a low, pleased rumble sounding. The touches made him shiver, made him hum.

“Come on up, Trey. Let me taste your mouth.”

He moved carefully, still learning Lucien’s hot body. Lucien’s hands slid over him, fingers dragging along his spine to his ass. Trey found where they fit together, then offered Lucien his lips. Lucien’s took them, tongue pushing in to taste him. Sucking in a breath, Trey moaned deep in his chest.

“You taste good,” Lucien told him.

“Do I? I taste like you.”

“Yeah, you do.” Lucien chuckled, the solid chest shifting beneath him.

His ass clenched and
rolled a little as they kissed, losing themselves in it. Lucien was so strong beneath him, so warm. He explored the tiny curls on Lucien’s chest, the hard nipples, the ridges of Lucien’s abs.

“What do you need?” Lucien asked, one hand on his ass.

“Touch me? My balls ache.”

Lucien pushed that large hand between them, slowly heading down his belly. His abs weren’t as cut as Lucien’s, his body not as ripped, but he hoped Lucien still thought he was hot.

“I could eat you up,” murmured Lucien.

“Am I yummy?”

“You are.” As he said it, Lucien wrapped his hand around Trey’s erection.

Trey let his legs open, fall to either side of Lucien’s body. Groaning, Lucien kept stroking, thumb catching the tip now and then. He swallowed hard, his head dropping forward. Christ. So good.

“Sweet man. What do you like, hmm? Are you a tip man?” Lucien increased the work of his thumb.

“Uhn.” When he fantasized, it was about cocks filling him up.

Chuckling, Lucien played the tip again, then he nudged Trey’s balls with his little finger.

“Or do you like action on your balls?”

Trey chuckled, and he had to wiggle.

“No, you’re an ass man, aren’t you?” Lucien wrapped a hand around his ass, fingers teasing up and down along his crack.

“What?” Had he given it away?

Lucien touched his hole and his slit at the same time, fingers rubbing in tandem. Trey jerked and a wild sound came out of him.

“Yes. I know what you want.” Lucien did it again, pushing the tip of one finger into his hole.

He wanted to joke, but the sensations were too big, his need huge.

“I want to be inside you.” Lucien’s voice was deeper than ever.

“Okay. Yes. Good. Now? Do you have stuff?”

“I have condoms. You have lube?”

“God, yes. I’m the jack-off king.”

“The jack-off king…” Lucien chuckled, the low sound delicious. “You know if you were mine that would be the first thing to go.”

Trey wasn’t sure which part derailed him more—the mine or the go.

Lucien took his mouth, finger still in his ass. Trey pushed into the kiss, fighting Lucien a tiny bit for the upper hand. Lucien didn’t give, though, and he swept his tongue into Trey’s mouth.

Trey felt like he was soaring, like he was being touched so deep. A single finger and a kiss, how could such little things be so intense? They were, though, Lucien making him fly like it was the easiest thing in the world. It was easy to go with it, to suck up every sensation like a sponge.

“Where’s the lube, babe? I’ll get it and the condoms at the same time.”

“In the shower. I jack off in the shower.”

“Are you a bit of a neat freak, Trey?” There was an audible smile in Lucien’s voice, telling Trey it wasn’t meant meanly.

“I have to be, otherwise I’d never find anything.”

“Makes sense.”

His mattress disappeared and he heard Lucien padding down the hall to find his bathroom. Trey waited, carefully checking his things—book, phone, alarm clock. He slipped his watch off and put it where it belonged.

Lucien was back moments later, stopping at the foot of the bed, and Trey could hear material being fussed with, a slight smell of leather. “Here we are,” said Lucien.

He flared his nostrils, searching for that hint again.

Lucien climbed back onto the bed, fingers touching his skin.

“Hey.” He went to look, searching those features he knew already. It wasn’t that he was nervous—he just needed to know Lucien was there.

Lucien smiled against his fingers but didn’t try to stop him at all, let him look his fill. “Okay?” Lucien finally asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. I might need you to talk some, I want to know it’s you.”

“I can do that.” Lucien nuzzled his palm. “Did you want me to tell you all the things I want to do to you?”

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God
. “Yes, please.”

“I want to fuck you. I want to push into your tight heat and feel you all around me.”

Trey’s mouth dropped open, his body responding, going from hard to Oh-my-God-he-could-cut-diamonds hard.

Lucien’s tongue slid along the insides of his mouth. “I want to fuck you with dildos. Big ones. Small ones. Realistic ones. Bumps and veins and bubbles.”

“Please.” He nodded. How had Lucien guessed?

One of Lucien’s hands nudged its way between his legs, glancing over his hole. “I want to put you on your knees and make you suck me while you’re spread open by a huge plug.”

Trey arched up, rocked into that touch.

“You’re a sweet little size queen, aren’t you?” Lucien pushed a slick finger into him, opening him up.

“I…” He didn’t know how to answer that.