Sin City Uniform 01 - All Fired Up by Morticia Knight Page A

Shawn to him, and any reserve they may have had left between each other was stripped away. They used their hands, lips and tongues frantically on one another. Even as they peeled off their minimal clothing, they remained in contact as much as possible.
    Heavy breathing and urgent groans filled the air and Shawn remembered what Trent had asked him earlier—asked if he wanted to bottom for him. Even though he usually bottomed, the idea of Trent covering him with his strong, muscled body and driving into him with his generous length made him shudder. He whimpered.
    The floor seemed to fall away and he realized he was in Trent’s arms again. It was crazy how much he liked it. After all that had happened between them, he’d been sure that he would have fought being carried. After being tossed on the bed, Trent loomed over him, staring down at him.
    “Gonna make you feel so good.”
    Trent moved fast, the mattress dipping as he pushed Shawn’s legs open and back, exposing him to Trent’s view. Shawn was rock-fucking hard and not sure how he could possibly last. He cried out as the moist heat of Trent’s lips and tongue caressed his sac, laved his shaft then sucked briefly on his tip. Trent moaned, the vibrations going to his very core.
    “Love your taste.”
    Trent had muttered it in between licks and sucks in an even raspier voice than normal.
    Never had he had a man love him with his mouth so thoroughly, so sensually. When Trent dipped to his hole, poking it with the end of his tongue, he startled, clenching his pucker.
    Trent ran one hand up his abdomen to his chest, pinching and tweaking his nipples. He used the other to hold Shawn in place, to hold him open as Trent greedily ate his ass.
    “Please…” Shawn mewled.
    His steeled erection bobbed against his belly as he writhed under Trent’s oral attentions. Still Trent held him down, unable to do anything but take the pleasure he forced on him. Clutching the sheets in his fists, Shawn made a strangled animal noise, not sure where all his sounds were coming from. But he knew where all the sensations came from—
    Trent’s touch, his mouth, his hold, the way he seemed to give everything over to making sure Shawn was taken care of.
    Trent lifted his head then licked his way up from his hole, perineum, across his sac and up his length. He swirled around his helmeted head, pushing his tongue into Shawn’s slit.
    Shawn reached for Trent, but Trent grabbed his wrists before locking his eyes on him. It was just before twilight—the room dim but not dark.
    “I want in.”
    Shawn had his head lifted from the pillow and he nodded slightly before letting himself drop back down. His breathing was still accelerated from the overwhelming force of Trent’s passion. He had never been so turned on to anyone before.
    He’d been so lost in his own hazy thoughts that it wasn’t until the cool trickles of lube ran down his crack that he was brought back to the present. He’d jumped a little in surprise and Trent whispered to him.
    “I should’ve warmed that up with my hands first. I’ll remember for next time.”
    Before he had a chance to ponder the ‘next time’ remark, he let out a sigh as Trent’s finger sank into his channel. He clenched around it, wanting more but so grateful for what was already there.
    “Oh, God, Trent. Wanted this.”
    “Mmm, yes. Me too. Gonna give you more.”
    Trent added a second digit and Shawn thrust, pushed against his hand, begging for it.
    Trent finger-fucked him nice and slow, digging deeper until he crooked his fingers to peg his gland. It wasn’t merely good, it was mind shattering. He wanted to grab his own dick, but sensed that Trent wouldn’t allow it. He knew his lover had a thing about being in charge. He couldn’t temper a grin. Letting Trent be in charge of some things wasn’t such a bad idea.
    However, his nerves were alive—sparking and catching fire—and he needed something more. He grabbed a fistful of Trent’s hair