Page 43 of Loving Trent
His eyes land on my lips, and the fire in his eyes blazes brighter. “I’ve dreamed of kissing you, tasting every inch of your body.” His eyes do a long sweep down me, leaving a trail of heat behind. “Of sinking all the way into you as you screamed my name…” His eyes finally connect with mine again. “But I won’t do any of that until I tell you everything.”
My breathing has turned shallow, and my dick is made of fucking steel pressing uncomfortably against my zipper. Lustconsumes me as his words paint a clear picture in my head. “Then tell me.”
“I saved you.”
I lean back as my eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. “Y…you saved…from the fire?” Trent is nodding before I even finish my question. “Fuck it,” I say, then throw myself at him. My free hand runs up his cheek and into his hair as my lips crush his. At first, Trent is unmoving under me, but then his lips start moving with mine, and a groan rumbles in his chest. He pulls his hand from mine, and the next second, I’m sitting on his lap.
His tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I open, letting him in. With the first stroke of his tongue against mine, I turn into a puddle on top of him. I can’t get close enough. I want to crawl inside this man and fuse myself to him. His hair is soft and thick as I pull on the strands, using them to press myself harder against him. Trent’s hands are digging into my ass as if he is making sure I don’t go anywhere. Our erections are pressed up against each other, and it’s making me leak in my pants. He sucks on my tongue, and I moan, but he swallows the loud sound. I bite his bottom lip and feel his dick twitch, so I do it a second time.
Gone is the fall storm that is bordering on winter, chased away by Trent’s hands on me. In its wake is the hot, brutal summer we always have in Missouri.
“Wait,” Trent says against my lips, and I whine.
“No. I don’t want to.” My lips chase his. Once I find them, a low groan falls from me as I slowly pull his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it.
Trent slides one hand up my back and into my hair. Which he grabs and pulls my head back. His pupils are blown wide. His lips are red and swollen. I wonder what they would look like after I fucked his mouth. “While I fucking love everything about this and,” he thrusts against me, causing me to moan aloud thistime, “want so much more with you. There is something that might change all of this for you.”
I raise one eyebrow in a dare because I doubt he can tell me anything that will make me not want him. “Try me?”
“I’ve been kind of stalking you for the last five months.”
I try to get my lips on his again, but his hold on my hair makes that impossible. Another whine comes from my lips. I hear his words but don’t pay them much attention. I want him so fucking much I’m about to burst into flames.
“Shawn, did you hear me?”
I sigh and let my hands drop from his hair, but settle them on his chest. The feel of his racing heart under my palm is validation that I’m affecting him just as much as he is affecting me. “Yes, I heard you. Fine, if you are adamant that we need to talk…” I push against his chest, and thankfully, he lets me go, or else he would have ripped some of my hair out. I hold out my hand after adjusting my dick, which is still rock-hard. “We should go inside.”
Trent takes my hand after adjusting his dick and pulls me toward the house.
“Hey guys, is everything okay?” Harley calls out from the living room once we enter. Trent doesn’t answer her, nor does he stop. He pulls us down the hallway and into the large bedroom to the left. He turns around, pushes me back with his body, and our combined weight closes the door.
My body is craving the feel of him under my hands as much as it craves oxygen. Wasting no time, my hands run up his back and into his hair. I love the feel of it against my palm. It’s thick and so fucking soft. “Now, back to you stalking me?”
He growls and presses me harder against the door. The joke's on him. I love the feel of his weight pinning me, making me unable to move an inch. I’ve never felt safer than I do right thissecond. “You sound like you don’t believe me.” His almost black eyes narrow.
“I never said that, but…” I take a chance and lean forward the inch that separates my face from his and lick up his neck like I have envisioned since yesterday. “It makes no sense. Plus, wouldn’t I know if someone was stalking me?”
“Fuck Shawn.” One of his hands moves from the door, and he digs out his phone. He hits something and then turns it around so I can see what’s on the screen. It’s multiple camera feeds of the apartment I’m currently renting.
“Holy shit, you really are stalking me.” My body heats, and my boxers are uncomfortably wet now. Why the fuck is that so hot? “Why?”
The phone disappears, and his hand wraps around my throat, pushing my head back. A shot of heat zips down my spine, and I almost cum in my fucking pants. “Because after leaving you in that hospital, I couldn’t stay away. I was supposed to be focused on finding the fuckers who tormented me as a child, but you refused to leave my mind. It was like I was thirteen again. I couldn’t let you go again. I don’t want to. I still don’t want to let you go.”
“Then don’t.” He isn’t cutting off my air, and I’m still struggling to take a deep breath. I’m so fucking turned on that all it would take is one slight touch, and it’s all over for me.
“You’re not turned off by the fact that I’ve been?—”
“Does this,” I say, pushing my hips into his, rubbing my very aching dick against his. “Answer that question.”
Trent’s head drops down on mine, and his eyes slide close. “Fuck, baby. I want to touch you so bad.”
“Then do it.” I’m begging for it, but there is no room inside my body for shame or embarrassment. I’ve never begged for anyone to touch me. But for Trent… I’d drop to my knees over and over again.
“I’ve never…”
Now, it’s my turn to pull him away from me by his hair. “You’ve never been with a man?”
“I’ve never been with someone…” He tries to turn his face away from me, but I refuse to let him.
