CHAPTER 233

Edgard tasted Trevor’s bottom lip with a measured sweep of his tongue. “I want you.

Now. I don’t care where, but it needs to be now.”

“Goddamn right.” Trevor’s hands flew to Edgard’s belt. Buckle undone, button undone, zipper undone, Trevor was damn near undone wanting to get his hands and mouth all over this man’s tempting body. He sank to his knees as he tugged Edgard’s jeans down his corded thighs and off, on to the floor. “Least you ain’t wearin’ boots,” he said, rubbing his cheek against the hot, hard length and inhaling Edgard’s unique scent.

“Trevor, this isn’t what I—”

He eased back. “You got a problem with me suckin’ you off?”

“Ah. No.”

“Then shut the fuck up.” Trevor wrapped his hand around the base of Edgard’s cock and stroked as his mouth went to work on the wet tip. He sucked, saturating his tongue with Ed’s flavor, bathing that throbbing organ with his saliva. On every downstroke, his mouth went a little further.

Hands grasped his hair, forcing him deeper.

With the plump