Hidden Desires
Tri-Omega Mates 3

It was Thomas! He had come. Micah felt woozy as all the blood in his body suddenly rushed to his groin area. He hoped the erection tenting his jeans wasn’t too apparent as he walked toward the man with the welcoming smile on his face.

From the way Thomas was standing, an arm resting on each side of the doorframe, Micah could see every muscle of his tight, rippled abdomen through the shirt stretched across his stomach. Oh, boy!

“Hey, sweetheart, you left this for me?” Thomas asked, bringing the pink rose in his hand up to his nose, sniffing in its flowery fragrance. “I’m hoping it means you wanted me to find you.” As if not finding him was an option.

Micah nodded his head, not quite sure what to say to him. I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk just didn’t seem polite.

Thomas gave him a quizzical look. “Can I come in?”

Micah could feel himself turn a thousand different shades of red as he opened the door and held it open for Thomas to come in. He groaned to himself as Thomas walked by, getting a good look at the tight ass in his faded jeans.

“Nice place you have here,” Thomas said as he looked around the living room.

Micah nodded absently, his eyes still devouring the sight of Thomas’s ass. He would never have thought it before, but he suddenly knew he was an ass man. Thomas’s ass was a work of art—tight, rounded, and just begging to be grabbed. It was all Micah could do not to give into the impulse to do just that.

“So,” Thomas began as he turned back to face Micah. Micah’s eyes quickly darted up to Thomas’s to find an arousing smirk on his face. Oh yeah, he was clearly aware that Micah had been checking him out.

Thomas took the few steps between them until their chests were nearly touching, his eyes devouring Micah’s flushed face. He reached down and gently caressed the side of Micah’s cheek.

Micah closed his eyes and leaned into the soft touch. A distant part of him marveled at how wonderful the simple touch of another human being could feel. The other part of him, the hungry aroused animal in him, wanted to grab Thomas and drag him upstairs by his hair and strip him naked.

“Can I kiss you?” Thomas whispered quietly, the breath from his mouth blowing gently down over Micah’s forehead.

Micah opened his eyes to gaze up at him, slowly nodding his head. “Oh hell, yes,” he whispered, leaning toward him.

Thomas chuckled as he leaned down and placed his lips against Micah’s, his tongue brushing softly against his lips, asking silently for permission to come in. Their lips met, clung together until Micah opened his mouth, his tongue sneaking out to caress Thomas’s.

“Besides sexy, gorgeous, mate, and lover, what can I call you?” Thomas murmured in between kisses.

“Micah.” Sexy? Gorgeous? Mate? Lover? Oh hell, he hoped so. Micah was so turned on just from a simple kiss he wondered how he would react to anything more. It was all he could do not to grab Thomas by his shirt and pull him down to the floor as it was.

“Micah, I like that. It’s very sexy. Just kind of rolls off the tongue,” Thomas drawled, his voice low and husky.

“I can think of a few other things you can do with your tongue,” Micah whispered as he stood on his tiptoes to kiss Thomas again. Hot damn, this man could kiss. Normally, Micah could live on Thomas’s kisses alone. But right now, he needed something more.

“Would you—do you want to come upstairs with me?” Micah asked hesitantly, holding his breath as he waited for Thomas to answer. He had never asked anyone to come up to his room before. He didn’t know what the etiquette was for asking.

“Lead the way, baby,” Thomas said, the grin on his face growing to enormous proportions.

ADULT EXCERPT

Micah grabbed Thomas’s hand and pulled him toward the stairs. His heart beat excitedly in his chest as they walked up the stairs and down the hallway toward Micah’s bedroom. The butterflies in his stomach were back on the roller coaster as he led Thomas into his bedroom and shut the door behind him.

Turning away from the door, he turned to look up at Thomas. The look of pure desire on Thomas’s face surprised him, and turned him on like nothing else had. Thomas looked like he really wanted him. Micah really hoped he did.

Drawing up his courage, Micah walked over to Thomas and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly up to reveal the tight sculpted body beneath. Oh, hot damn! Not even in his wildest dreams had he ever seen a man that looked as good as Thomas did.

Every muscle he had was superbly defined, right down to the tight flat muscles of his abdomen showing off the small Celtic tattoo around his bellybutton. Micah could picture himself licking around that tattoo until Thomas went crazy. If only…

“Need some help, baby?” Thomas asked, a small chuckle in his voice as he pulled the shirt the rest of the way over his head.

Micah looked up at him, feeling his face heat up a little. “No, just admiring the view.”

“Mind if I check out the view, too?” Thomas reached for Micah’s shirt. When Micah swallowed, then shook his head, Thomas pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.

As Thomas glanced back down at his naked chest, Micah felt the absurd need to cover his chest with his arms. He had some muscles from working on the farm every day but nothing like the muscles Thomas was sporting. Thomas was—well, he was something else.

“Hot damn, baby, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to eat you up!” Thomas growled.

Micah looked at Thomas in surprise. Thomas thought he was gorgeous? Had he been out in the sun too long? Maybe Johnny had hit him in the head after he had run away. It was obvious that Thomas had lost his mind.

On the other hand, Micah wasn’t about to turn down a sexy man like Thomas or tell him he was nuts. If he thought Micah was gorgeous, more power to him.

“I’m all yours, big guy.” Micah laughed as he reached for the buttons on Thomas’s tighter-than-crap, faded blue jeans. “Eat away.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Thomas said, chuckling as he dropped to his knees in front of Micah. He reached over and began to slowly unbutton Micah’s jeans, so slowly that Micah would swear he could hear each tick of the wall clock. It was pure torture.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore and was going to beg Thomas to hurry up, Thomas pushed his jeans down his legs and off his feet, leaving Micah standing there naked in front of him.

“Oh, this is nice,” Thomas said groaning.

Micah cried out and grabbed at Thomas’s shoulders to keep himself standing as Thomas wrapped his lips around his jutting cock, his tongue gently caressing the head. His legs were shaking so badly he was sure he was going to collapse on the floor in a pile of goo.

“Thomas,” he cried out, his head dropping back on his shoulders at the exquisite torture. He had never felt anything like it in his life. Thomas was running his tongue all around the head of his cock, over the slit in the top, and along the sensitive underside. At the same time, his lips were clamped down on him, moving up and down at an ever-increasing rate.

Just as Micah thought he couldn’t take anymore, that his head was going to explode, Thomas wrapped his arms around Micah’s waist and lifted him up, carrying him over to the bed and dropping him down.

Micah could only stare at Thomas in wonder as he quickly pulled his clothes off. Thomas grabbed a bottle of lube out of his pants and climbed in between his legs, his large body settling at the apex of his thighs. Micah’s cock stood hard and proud right in front of Thomas’s smiling face.

For a brief moment, Micah wondered what in the hell he had gotten himself into. He was lying naked on his bed with a complete stranger about to devour him. Instinctively, he knew that was exactly what Thomas was going to do.

“Thomas,” he whispered hesitantly. The look on his face as he gazed up at Micah was almost feral. It was so savage, so possessive, that Micah couldn’t look away. He was hypnotized by the intensity of it.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Micah,” Thomas growled as he climbed his way up his body.