Chapter 3
“You have a great mouth.”
Ford would have smiled with pride if his lips weren’t stretched to capacity by Trevor’s thick cock. He enjoyed giving blow jobs—the flavor, the scent, the warmth—but he hadn’t allowed himself the opportunity to do it more than a few times. Hoping he could make up for his lack of skill with an abundance of enthusiasm, he looked up from his perch squatting between Trevor’s spread knees, and met Trevor’s gaze as he bobbed his head.
“Feels good.” Trevor affectionately brushed his hand over Ford’s hair.
His chest warming in satisfaction, Ford tried to get a better angle so he could take Trevor in deeper. Unfortunately, his exuberance turned to embarrassment when he pushed himself too far, gagged, and then had to pull off because of a coughing fit.
“Are you okay?” Sitting on the shower bench, Trevor bent forward and ran his hand down Ford’s back. “Breathe. Slow and steady.”
Dropping to his hands and knees, Ford hacked for another minute, gasped for air, and then finally got himself under control.
“Better?” Trevor asked, still softly caressing his back and shoulders.
“Physically, yeah.” Ford sat back on his haunches and wiped the backs of his hands under his eyes and over his mouth. “My pride’s pretty bruised, though.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Arching his eyebrows, Ford said, “I think nearly choking to death in the middle of a blow job and then coughing, crying, and sniffling in front of the guy I’m trying to impress qualifies as embarrassing.”
Trevor’s lips twitched. “When you say it that way, I guess you’re right.” He laughed. “It is pretty embarrassing. Funny too.”
“Hey.” Ford lightly smacked Trevor’s knee. “I thought you were trying to console me.”
“I’m laughing with you and consoling you at the same time. Besides, this wasn’t your fault.”
Ford darted his gaze from left to right and then looked up at Trevor again. “I’m the only one down here. Whose fault is it?”
“Mine, of course.” One side of Trevor’s lips curled up and his eyes twinkled mischievously.
“How do you figure this was your fault?” he asked, knowing he was stepping into a setup of some sort.
“Well, I’m the one with the monster cock.”
Ford snorted.
“I mean, look at it.” Trevor took hold of his dick and shook it. “It’s huge. Nobody could get his mouth around this thing. It’s scientifically impossible.”
“Very funny,” Ford said dryly, his amusement at Trevor’s antics eclipsing his humiliation at exposing his amateur sexual skills.
“Seriously. I should probably look into getting a warning sign put on it so nobody gets hurt.” Trevor slowly stroked his cock. “Safety first and all that.”
“Very amusing.” Ford chuckled.
“Hey now,” Trevor said, sounding genuinely affronted. “Is that any way to talk to a monster cock?”
“Uh…”
“A bad boy like this is terrifying or mesmerizing or awe-inducing.” Trevor sneered. “He isn’t amusing.”
How Trevor managed to say those things while maintaining a straight face, Ford didn’t know, but by the end of that speech, Ford was laughing.
“You’re right.” He raised both hands to shoulder height in a sign of surrender. “I’m, uh, afraid of it.”
“Not afraid. Terrified. That’s much worse.”
“Ehm, right. Terrified.” Ford looked at Trevor’s dick again. He had continued languidly stroking himself during their conversation so he was still hard. Ford tilted his head to the side, considered it, and then glanced down at himself. “I think we’re exactly the same size.”
“I noticed that when we were kissing. I’m six feet. You?”
“What?” Ford looked up at Trevor in confusion for a beat before his comment made sense. “Oh. Yeah, me too. But I wasn’t referring to height.”
“What were you… Oh.” Trevor looked down at his cock and then settled his gaze on Ford’s face. “Come up here.” He patted the spot beside him on the tiled bench.
“I won’t be able to suck you off from there.”
“Your tonsils could use a break anyway.”
“My tonsils. Right.” Ford shook his head in amusement, pushed himself up to a standing position, and then sat next to Trevor. “That bad boy of yours stretches impressively far.”
With one hand around his own dick, Trevor reached into Ford’s lap and curled his fingers around Ford’s shaft. He had softened during the aborted blow job, but Trevor’s firm, yet gentle attention quickly brought him back to life.
“You’re right,” Trevor said as he looked back and forth between their groins. “We’re exactly the same length and girth.” He lowered his hand to Ford’s testicles and then cupped his own. “Our balls feel the same too.” He slid two fingers farther down and massaged Ford’s perineum. “What’s your shoe size?”
Ford moaned in pleasure at being touched so intimately. “This is the weirdest sex talk ever and I’m an eleven.”
“Me too.” Trevor pressed on the sensitive area, making Ford gasp. “Was that a good sound or a pained one?”
“Good.” Ford spread his legs wider and tilted his hips, giving Trevor better access. “You have amazing hands.”
“Glad you think so.” Trevor leaned over him, lapped at his neck, and slowly traced the ridge of skin between his balls and his hole. “Because I really enjoy touching you.” He moved his fingertips back and forth on Ford’s perineum and kissed his way across Ford’s jawline.
“I was going to take care of you this time. You already…by the door earlier.” Reflexively, Ford tipped his head back to give Trevor more room. “Don’t want to be selfish.”
“You’re not being selfish.” Trevor moved his fingers farther and caressed the puckered skin around Ford’s hole. “I’m enjoying this.”
“Okay.” Ford’s breath came faster and his muscles tightened. “But tell me if you want me to—” A finger entering his hole stole his words. “Ungh!”
“Want you to do what?” Trevor gazed into Ford’s eyes and licked from one side of his lower lip to the other.
“Anything,” Ford rasped.
“You’ll do anything I want?” He tugged Ford’s lower lip between both of his and curled his finger up, grazing Ford’s prostate.
“Good.” Ford clutched Trevor’s shoulders and searched his eyes. “Ungh, Trevor, that’s so good. How are you making it so good?”
“Mmm.” Trevor kissed him, firm lips, slick tongue, and amazing flavor. “It could be that you’re actually relaxed and in the moment. I’m guessing you’re usually too worried about being recognized for that to happen.” He traced the tip of his tongue around the perimeter of Ford’s lips and pumped his finger in and out of Ford’s hole. “But we can say it’s because I’m an amazing lover.”
“You are.” Ford was too far gone to hide or pretend. His body sang and his mind soared. “You’re amazing.”
“I want to look at your hole,” Trevor whispered.
With effort, Ford managed to make his eyes focus. “What?”
“You said you’d do anything I want, right?”
Ford licked his lips nervously. “Yes.”
“That’s what I want.” Trevor brushed his mouth over Ford’s. “I want you to stand up, lean forward against the wall, and spread your cheeks apart so I can see everything.”
Ford’s balls drew tight, his cock throbbed, and his neck burned. “Why?”
“Because I can see that shame you were raised with sitting just beneath the surface. It’s pushing down a sea of passion and desire and we need to get rid of it so there’s nothing in our way. But mostly, because you’re beautiful. I want to see every inch of you and I want you to show it to me.”
“Trevor,” Ford gasped, unbearably turned on.
“Is that a yes?”
He nodded.
Trevor slammed his lips against Ford’s and thrust his tongue into Ford’s mouth, kissing him hard. He fingered Ford’s hole with one hand, pinched his nipple with the other, and stole all the air from his lungs before relenting.
“Up now,” Trevor said, his voice sandpaper hoarse and his blue eyes dark and intense. “I want to see you spread yourself for me.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Ford rose on shaky legs, turned toward the wall, and pressed his forehead against it.
“It’s just me here.” Trevor must have also stood because his breath skated over Ford’s neck immediately before his lips dragged across it. “Remember my promise. Nobody but us will find out about this. You can say anything with me, do anything with me.” He bit the back of Ford’s neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to get Ford’s attention. “You can be anything with me, Ford.”
Hearing the words made Ford realize how much he yearned for exactly what Trevor offered. He had never been in a position where nobody would judge him or expect something from him, never been able to be and say anything without consequence. Hands shaking, he reached behind his back, curled his fingers around his cheeks, and pulled himself open.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice shaking.
“Yes.” Trevor moved his palm down Ford’s back and through his exposed channel. “You’re perfect.” Knees splatted on the wet tile and then Trevor kissed the tops of both his hands. “Stay just like that.”
Never had Ford felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so free. “Okay.”
At first, Trevor petted Ford’s hidden skin with his fingertips, but then he shocked him by flattening his tongue and licking from the top of Ford’s crack, down his channel, and then up again.
“Oh!” Ford said in surprise as his muscles tensed and shook.
His only response a moan, Trevor continued licking him, eventually focusing on his pucker. He flicked his tongue up and down and back and forth, stimulating the nerves around the opening until Ford thought he’d pass out from the pleasure, and then Trevor poked the tip of his tongue inside and wiggled it.
“Ah!” Ford shouted. “You’re amazing.” Ford’s body burned. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“I won’t.” As he spoke, Trevor slipped two fingers into Ford’s now slick hole and pegged his gland. “You’re going to have to rest on the plane tomorrow, because you won’t be sleeping much tonight.” He sawed his fingers in and out, occasionally scissoring them open, licked around Ford’s hole, and nipped at his cheeks. “You’ve got me so damn hard I hurt, Ford.”
“Fuck me,” Ford begged, the desire Trevor stoked in him overwhelming.
“I will.” Trevor jumped to his feet, pushed Ford toward the bench, and then curled around him, his chest to Ford’s back. “But I don’t have condoms in here, so we’ll do it like this first.” He wedged his erection into Ford’s cleft and began thrusting against him. “I’m not going to last.” He snaked his arm around Ford’s hip, took hold of his cock, and jacked him with rough, desperate strokes. “Come with me.”
“Won’t be a problem,” Ford bit out, his balls painfully tight already. “I’m almost—”
“Ah!” Trevor shouted. “Ford! Yes!”
Hot cream shot up Ford’s back at the same moment he fell over the edge into pleasure, coating Trevor’s hand and the tile with his release.
They moaned together, shouted together, and eventually gasped for air together, both of them leaning on the bench and staying close.
“Thank you for sharing yourself like that.” Trevor’s voice was quiet, reverent. He pressed his lips to Ford’s nape. “For trusting me with this part of you.”
For years, Ford had wondered what it would be like to be with a man, not for a rushed interlude, but for something longer, something deeper. Now he knew. Turning his head to the side, he kissed Trevor’s arm. “Thank you for giving this to me.”
“Uh. Uh. Uh,” Ford grunted as he pounded into Trevor’s tight heat.
They were both on their knees. Trevor gripped the headboard while Ford clutched his shoulders and thrust into him over and over. The bedroom was dark save for a table lamp, but it gave off enough light for Ford to see muscles flexing in Trevor’s smooth back and sweat glistening on the edges of his brown hair.
“You’re going to make me come again.” Trevor rocked his hips back, meeting Ford’s motions and taking him in deeper, harder. “Thought I was too old to go this often, but with you…” He squeezed and released his sphincter, massaging Ford’s cock.
Staying true to his word, Trevor had kept Ford up most of the night. They’d kissed, talked, and had sex more frequently than Ford would have believed possible. Then, after a short nap, Ford had opened his eyes, looked at the clock, and despite his exhaustion, woken Trevor for a final round.
“I know,” Ford huffed. “Every muscle in my body is going to be sore later.”
“Worth it.”
“Lord, yes,” Ford agreed.
Trevor moved his right hand from the headboard to Ford’s thigh, patted him affectionately, and then wrapped it around his own cock and began stroking.
“Don’t come yet, okay? I want you inside me one more time.” Ford rammed into Trevor. “Just. Need. To. Do. This. First.” Each word was punctuated with a punch of Ford’s cock.
“Go for it.” Trevor released his dick, planted both palms on the headboard, and spread his legs. “Give me all you’ve got.”
After how much they’d shared since the previous evening, Ford was no longer surprised by Trevor’s easy generosity, but he remained grateful for it. He closed his eyes, said a silent prayer of thanks for the privilege of meeting this man at this stage of his life, and vowed he wouldn’t ignore the lessons he’d been taught.
“You fuck like a dream,” Trevor said, his voice strained. “Damn.”
“Glad I can do some part of this right,” Ford replied breathlessly.
Twisting his head over his right shoulder, Trevor met Ford’s gaze. “You do all of it right. Remember that.”
With a whimper, Ford yanked Trevor up and pressed their mouths together. Their tongues twirled, lips smacked, and balls slapped. The awkward angle made the kiss messy, but the lack of finesse didn’t matter so long as he could connect with Trevor in every way possible.
“If I don’t stop now, it’ll be too late.” Ford dragged in air as he thrust in and out of Trevor’s ass.
“We can do this any way you want.” Trevor turned back toward the headboard, braced himself, and dropped his chin. “It all feels good.”
They’d sucked each other, stroked each other, and fucked each other, and Trevor was right, all of it had been good.
“I want you inside me one last time.” Ford slowly slid his cock out, making both of them groan. “That stretch is—” He shuddered. Alone in bed at night or in the shower, Ford occasionally pressed a finger into his hole while he masturbated but it was nothing like having Trevor’s hot dick inside him. “I want more of it.”
Trevor turned, sat, and pulled Ford forward until he straddled Trevor’s lap. “Okay.” He threaded his fingers through the back of Ford’s hair, massaged his scalp, and leaned their foreheads together. “And by the way, how great is it that you can say that?”
A day earlier, Ford never would have admitted to any sexual desire, both the acts and the words embarrassed him. “It’s pretty great.” He felt light with Trevor, happy. “I wish this didn’t have to end,” he confessed.
“You’re in a difficult situation,” Trevor conceded. “I wish I could say something that’d make it easier, but you know what you’re up against, and at the end of the day, it comes down to what you want the most and what you can least painfully sacrifice.”
That was a good summary of his situation: Difficult, with pain and sacrifice no matter what choice he made. Which was why he hadn’t taken any action and instead stuck to the status quo. But he knew that wasn’t maintainable. Not now when he held a federal office and certainly not if he planned to run for the Senate one day, which was the plan for when his father either retired or finally won a presidential bid. The choices Ford made every day from here on out would make or break his opportunity to turn his goals into reality.
But providing a solution wasn’t the only way for Trevor to help him. The creator had graced Ford with a body capable of great pleasure and a heart capable of intense passion and he had turned his back on both. Yet, in a short period, Trevor had shown him a different type of spiritual experience and introduced him to the joy that had been waiting for him.
“You have made it easier.” Ford laid his cheek against Trevor’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “Being here with you has been a blessing.” And a reminder that there was no grace in denying and rejecting the way he’d been made and the gifts he’d been given.
“I’m glad.” Trevor continued massaging Ford’s head with one hand and rubbed circles on his back with the other. “And if I’m in the City next time you’re in town, you have a place to stay.”
Knowing he had to make the tough decisions he had been avoiding wasn’t the same as actually making them. Before he could do that, Ford needed time to think through his options and the ramifications of his actions. Time he wouldn’t have if the press caught wind of what he was doing with the president’s son.
So Ford didn’t respond to the offer, and instead said, “Do you travel a lot?”
“Uh-huh.” Trevor brushed his lips over Ford’s head. “Mostly to San Francisco but I’m in Boston a fair bit. And LA. Chicago. London.”
“You must have enough frequent flyer miles to buy a car.”
“I would if I flew commercial but I own a Gulfstream.”
“Right.” Ford chuckled and straightened. “Dumb comment. For a second there, I forgot you were a billionaire genius and thought you were an average guy like me.”
Trevor cupped Ford’s jaw and gazed into his eyes. “There’s nothing average about you, Ford Hollingsworth. Nothing at all.”