Page 60 of Loving Trent
Trent takes my phone from me, and when our fingers brush, a shot of electricity rushes through me. “How about I just play the song I want to from your phone?”
“Zero, seven, two, four, one, three,” I tell him my passcode while I try to adjust myself without him noticing.
“You’re going to trust me with your phone?”
Trent’s question has my attention flitting to him for a second. “Um…” How do I tell him that my giving him my passcode was an automatic response? I don’t want to upset him with any talk of my exes, but at the same time, it feels like lying if I don’t tell him. “That was kind of an automatic response.” I focus on theroad, not wanting to miss the small, gravel turn-off that Joe told me about earlier.
“What do you mean?” Trent’s tone is harder than it has been all night.
I spot the turn-off and start slowing down. I take a deep breath and pray that what I’m about to say doesn’t ruin the rest of the night. “All of my exes demanded access to my phone.”
“What the fuck?” The growl that leaves Trent makes my dick twitch. Am I sick that I love it when he does that?
“It’s okay?—”
Trent’s hand comes down on my thigh, and he squeezes the meaty flesh. “No, it’s not okay. No one has the right to demand anything from you. It should be your choice to give them access to your phone.”
Removing one hand from the steering wheel, I place it over the top of his and lace our fingers together. “What I meant was that I’m okay. I’m healing from all of that, and,” The trees around us start to thin, so I slow down to a stop, “you’re helping me with that,” I finish saying as I put the truck in park.
Turning my whole body toward Trent, I grab his hand and hold it between mine. “I don’t mind you knowing the passcode to my phone. I trust you, and I want you to trust me too.”
Trent leans forward, his head almost hitting the dashboard in front of him, and then, all of a sudden, his seat slides back. “Come here,” he demands, eyes burning with lust. Trent presses something on the side of the console, and it lifts up, making crawling into his lap much easier.
His eyes hold my gaze hostage as I straddle his massive thighs and settle on top of him. His arms band around my waist, pulling me closer until not even a breath of air is between us. His racing heart thumps against my chest like a drum as our erections press against each other. My hands find their way into his thick hair. Trent’s eyes briefly close as I run my nails againsthis scalp. His hands push under my shirt, and they feel like a flame licking at my skin. A groan falls from my parted lips, and I take what I want. What I’ve wanted since leaving the restaurant. Leaning forward, I nip at his bottom lip and then lick away the sting. His plump lips part, and I fully press mine against them. Our tongues tangle in the most erotic dance known to man.
I forget about the peaceful surroundings I was bringing him to. My plan to help him relax under the stars floats away as his nails scrape down my back and my grip on his hair tightens. I allow my body to do what feels perfect right now. Rolling my hips, a deep groan passes between us. Time passes as we take turns fucking each other’s mouths with our tongues and dry humping like teenagers.
I’m the first to pull back, breaking the most intense make-out session I’ve ever had. My dick is painfully hard, and my boxers are sticking to it thanks to the wet spot. I’m a second from coming in my pants like a teenager, and I desperately want this man inside of me. Trent’s eyes slowly open halfway in a drunken kind of manner. “I want you,” I whisper.
Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it in the back seat. Trent slowly gazes over my chest, down my stomach, and ends at the painful evidence of my arousal. “I want you too, but?—”
I silence him with a slow, sensual, and careful kiss. “We will learn together. Just because I’ve been with a guy before doesn’t mean I know everything. Everyone is different, and it’s a learning experience.”
Trent lays his forehead against mine. “I just want it to be amazing for you.”
“We could stop right here, and this would still be the best time of my life.”
A growl comes from the back of his throat as he says, “We aren’t stopping.” He leans up, forcing me to lean back. I bracemy hands on his thighs, making sure he has enough room to remove his shirt.
Trent’s muscles ripple with each movement, and like magnets, my fingers trace them. He is soft and hard at the same time. My hand hovers over the scars, wondering if touching them would pull us out of this moment, but Trent doesn’t allow me to wonder for long. He presses down on my hand until it’s flat against the scar over his heart.
“Do you have a blanket or something in here?” Trent nods and raises one eyebrow in confusion. “It’s a little crowded in here to do what I want with you,” I say while rolling my hips to emphasize my meaning.
Trent reaches behind the seat and produces a small, folded blanket. Before I can move, the passenger door is opened, and somehow, he exits the truck with me clinging to him like a monkey. He walks a little way away from the truck before patting my ass. I unlock my legs and slowly slide down his body, feeling like I’m one touch from combusting into nothing but ash. Trent licks his lip, watching me back away slowly. Snatching the blanket out of his hands, I turn and flick it out, so it floats nicely down over the grass. Spinning around, I grab his hands and pull him onto it.
“Lie back,” I say in a demanding tone. I watch him lower to the ground and lean back on his elbows, looking like a fucking masterpiece. The moon is full and casting an ethereal glow, turning his skin almost silver-looking, as if he were made of stone. “Fucking perfect.”
Dropping to my knees, I crawl up in between his legs, which spread wider automatically. His breathing grows faster the closer I get to him. When I’m within grabbing distance, he holds the back of my neck and presses his lips against mine in a bruising fashion. While I could kiss him for the rest of my life, I want something other than his tongue in my mouth. Pulling mymouth away from his, I start kissing down his jaw, nipping his neck before moving across his chest. I swirl my tongue around his nipple and eat up the moan that comes from him. My hand presses on his chest in a silent demand for him to lie flat.
Sitting back on my legs, my hands go to his belt. As I unfasten the buckle, I lock eyes with him and ask, “Is this alright?” With his belt open, I stroke him through his jeans.
Trent throws his head back and moans before saying through gritted teeth, “Yes, please don’t stop.”
With a flashing green light, I unzip his pants and start to pull them down. He raises his hips to help. His hard dick smacks his stomach once it’s free, and I’m consumed with the need to taste all of him. Starting slow, I lick the vein that runs on the underside of it and love the way it twitches. Swirling my tongue around the meaty tip, I moan at the first salty taste of his pre-cum. Trent’s hands push through my hair, and I look up his body to find him staring at me with black eyes and parted lips.
I smirk up at him before wrapping my lips around his length and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. “Shit.” Trent curses and grabs handfuls of my hair, sending a fire racing down my back.
I slowly pull off his dick until the tip is resting against my lips. Wanting to see how unhinged I can make him, I tongue his hole, and the loudest moan comes from him, affecting me as much as him pulling on my hair. “Baby… Boy… I… can’t…” Trent’s panting is growing louder, telling me my plan is working. He’s on edge, and I’m about to push him over.
