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.He murmured, "You're right.Tastes better." Without giving Clay a chanceto respond, he trailed his lips along Clay's jaw and behind his ear."But I'm all sweaty," Clay protested, suddenly self-conscious.He wasn't night-at-a-dance-club sweaty, either.He was hiking-through-the-woods-on-a-hot-day sweaty.He didn't have a problem with a bit of sweat himself, but he'd been with guys who'dalways insisted on showering first.Not that they had the option of a shower out here.Trent mouthed his neck, making him shiver."You're delicious."If Trent didn't mind, Clay wasn't about to argue.He tilted his head to give Trent better access.Trent took full advantage,nuzzling and kissing the sensitive skin of his neck and throat.Needing to touch, Clay slid his hands up under Trent's shirt.The skin of Trent's back was hot and silky-smooth.Musclejumped beneath Clay's seeking fingertips.Trent's hands were also busy.One speared into Clay's hair while the other gripped his hip.Clay shifted in an attempt to getthat hand to move over a few inches, but Trent held him down.Trent chuckled against his neck and murmured, "Soimpatient.""Gimme," Clay muttered back, wriggling.Impatient had always been his middle name when it came to sex.The hand at his hip tightened.Trent leaned back and gazed at him, eyes hot and intent."Oh, I will.But not just yet.We've gotall night."Under that scorching gaze, Clay could do nothing more than shiver and nod.Trent's lips turned up in a slow smile."Good.You're definitely worth taking my time with." He brought a hand up to frameClay's face and kissed him again, a gentle, butterfly-wing brush.Clay let his eyelids drift shut at the soft touches, overwhelmed.This wasn't anything like what he usually got.It wasn't evenanything like last night.If Trent had pushed him onto the ground and gone straight for his pants, he would have known whatto do.Tenderness, though.that wasn't something he knew how to deal with.He didn't like to be off-balance.Reaching up blindly, he caught the back of Trent's neck and forced him to deepen the kiss.Trent didn't seem to mind, if the groan he let out was any indication.His tongue slipped into Clay's mouth, and he pushedClay back against the rock again.Back on familiar territory, Clay gripped the hem of Trent's shirt and wrestled it over his head.Trent lurched back to finishyanking the garment off.He tossed it aside while Clay squirmed out of his own shirt.Bare-chested, they came together oncemore in a kiss that was more about tongues and teeth than tenderness.One of Trent's big hands fumbled with the button on Clay's cargo pants.The small piece of plastic resisted his efforts,refusing to come free.Trent's fingers kept skimming over Clay's erection, trapped within the confines of the thick material.The touch wasn't anywhere near enough to make Clay come, just enough to tease.He mewled his frustration.Finally, the button popped free and Trent tugged Clay's zipper down.He pushed his fingers into the opening he'd made andgrasped Clay's dick.With a gasp of relief, Clay arched into the touch."Yes.Touch me."Trent latched onto his collarbone and sucked hard.Clay could feel the blood rising to the surface.He would have a mark inthe morning.Before he could decide whether he liked that or not, Trent's hand tightened on his cock, calluses rubbing againstthe delicate skin, and Trent began to stroke him.Trent kept stroking him, fast and tight, and the friction nearly drove himinsane."Feels good.Don't stop.""Just want to--" The rest of whatever Trent muttered was lost as Trent lapped at one of Clay's nipples.Clay threw his head back and cried out.Too good.Too much.Yet somehow not enough."Trent.""I'll take care of you." Trent kissed his way down Clay's stomach.Soft, warm lips touched Clay's shaft, and he almost lost it.Surprise more than anything else made him open his eyes and lookdown at Trent.Trent hadn't seemed like the kind of guy who would want to go down on another guy.Not that he seemedselfish.It was more that he gave off vibes that screamed "total top," and in Clay's experience those types didn't give blowjobs.Apparently Trent did, though.He opened his mouth and took Clay's erection inside, into slick, velvet warmth.As he wentdown he ran his tongue along the side.On the way back up, he sucked hard.He didn't take Clay all the way down, but closeenough.After holding himself back as long as he could, Clay couldn't help but push up.Trent released his hold and let Clay fuck hismouth, only gagging once when Clay pushed up too hard.Now it was way too much.Clay didn't want to come.He grabbed Trent's hair."Wait, not yet."Trent broke away, panting.Face flushed, lips red and swollen, he looked nothing like the hard, cold man Clay had met thefirst day."God, I want to fuck you."Clay wanted that, too, so badly he almost shook with desire."Do it.Please.""I can't.Shit." Trent sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face."I don't have anything."It took several seconds for the words to penetrate the haze of lust clouding Clay's brain."What? Oh." He reached for hisbackpack and fumbled for the other items he'd slipped into the secret bottom compartment.He managed to fish out a small,square packet.He pressed it into Trent's hand."This?"Trent opened his hand and stared down at the condom Clay had placed there.His eyes widened."Yeah.What the hell kind oftrip were you packing for?" His grin softened the words."I didn't really think I would need it, but I always pack them." Clay shrugged, trying not to be embarrassed.If he'd followedhis original plan of going somewhere warm and tropical he definitely would have needed them.Trent probably thought hewas a complete slut, bringing condoms for a hiking trip when he'd come alone.He'd felt kind of stupid packing them for amanly wilderness adventure, but old habits died hard."I'm glad you did." Trent slipped the condom into his pocket."Let's take this inside.It's getting cold."Clay hadn't noticed how much the temperature had dropped until Trent said something.Without the larger man covering him,goose bumps popped up on his chest.A mosquito landed on his shoulder.He slapped at it and scrambled to his feet."Goodidea."They both gathered up their shirts and walked the short distance to the tent.Trent put his hand at the small of Clay's back,fingertips caressing Clay's bare skin.Clay shivered and smiled [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]