Outsider by Olivia Cunning Page A

back. Ethan never took
his eyes off Trey as he kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans. The
predatory look on Ethan’s face made Trey’s pulse race. Something inside Trey
wanted to run, but the rest of him wanted to be caught and devoured. As Ethan
stalked him, coming ever closer, Trey’s heart thudded faster and faster, his
ass ached, wanting to be filled, and his soul cried out for the man who made
him feel this way.
    “Ethan,”
he whispered just as Ethan’s hand tangled in his hair and jerked his head back.
    The
hungry, punishing kiss seared Trey’s lips and stole his breath. He wanted to
wrap his arms around Ethan, tug his hard body against his own, but his muscles
wouldn’t cooperate. Trey was being taken, and he had no power to resist. He
could feel himself moving backward toward the bed, but it was as if he were a puppet
whose strings were controlled by another.
    “You’re
mine,” Ethan said against his lips.
    “Yes.”
Usually Trey would protest and remind Ethan that he was both his and Reagan’s,
but at that moment he’d have been a liar. He was Ethan’s, only Ethan’s. Just as
moments before, while she’d been fucked against the wall, Reagan had been only
Ethan’s. Perhaps this was the dynamic Ethan needed to feel complete. As Ethan’s
hard cock brushed against Trey’s, all Trey’s thoughts evaporated. All but one.
    “Take
me,” he groaned against Ethan’s lips.
    Ethan
turned him abruptly and planted a hand between Trey’s shoulders, pressing down
to bend him over the bed. Trey was vaguely aware of Ethan dipping his fingers
into the open tub of lube on the nightstand, and then with one hard thrust, he
was filled from behind. Trey pushed his hands against the mattress so he didn’t
collapse face first into the bed. He groaned at the pleasure and the beauty of Ethan’s
perfect domination. And then he gasped when Ethan’s strong hand wrapped around
his throat, palm pressing firmly against his windpipe, fingers digging into the
artery on his neck.
    “Do
you still think of him when I fuck you?” Ethan asked, his deep voice a harsh
growl.
    Already
light-headed, Trey had no idea who he was talking about. “What?” he croaked,
struggling to draw air.
    Ethan’s
thrusts were harsh and rapid. Trey’s eyes rolled back as pre-cum dripped freely
from his cock. He shuddered when a warm tongue licked at his tip. He glanced
down to find Reagan had crawled up on the bed and settled onto her back. The
contrast of Reagan’s gentleness and Ethan’s cruelty had him out of his head
with excitement.
    “Do
you still think of Brian when I fuck you?” Ethan asked.
    Who
the hell was Brian?
    “No.
Only you. Ethan.”
    Ethan’s
hold on his throat loosened, and Trey took a deep breath. Though he was still
dizzy, his vision cleared and the beautiful sight of Reagan’s pussy came into
focus. She’d positioned herself for a little sixty-nine action, and who was he
to deny her? Bending over her, he drew the stud in his tongue over her swollen
clit. She moaned, her breath hot against the wet tip of his cock. His licks
became more fervent as Ethan’s pounding cock and Reagan’s gentle sucking drew
him closer and closer to orgasm. His groans must have tipped off Ethan to his
impending release, because Ethan reached between Trey’s legs and cupped his
balls, giving them a cruel but oddly delightful squeeze.
    “Don’t
let go,” Ethan demanded. “Not until I fill your ass with my cum.”
    Trey
swallowed a protest and tightened his ass to squeeze the cock thrusting into
him.
    “My,
aren’t you bossy this evening?” Reagan said. Her arm shifted, and Ethan
suddenly went still. His breath hitched, and he let go of Trey’s balls. His
other hand slid lightly down Trey’s back until it gently grasped his hip.
Ethan’s harsh thrusts slowed, becoming the deep, churning penetrations that
made it impossible for Trey to hold back his orgasm. He exploded, cum erupting
from him in vigorous pulses, splattering over