Page 1 of The Trust
Mac
“Vida.”
Sweat dampens my skin and the curls hanging in my face as my boyfriend’s voice fills my ears.
“Shh, baby, lemme have this.”
“You’re torturing me,” Jordan groans into the pillow squished beneath his face.
“I’m edging you. There’s a difference.”
The sweet symphony of balls slapping balls accompanies the sound of my slick cock sliding home and I bite back my grin.
It’s the best sound since nailing time in drumline.
“Ah, fuck, Vida.” Jordan moans a deep guttural sound that I feel in my gut, his fingers curling up in the sheets until his knuckles go white. “Fuck, Mac.Fuckfuckfuck.”
I ease back.
Watch the curve of his spine deepen. His ass chase after my cock.
“So close, baby.” I cant my hips slowly, trailing a finger down that deep bend in his back and watch as his skin pebbles from my touch. “Tell me you wanna come on my dick.”
“Sososobad.”
I bite my lip.
“Hands free.”
He growls. “It’s beentwo hours. Please—” I drag my cock over his prostate and fight my own shiver at the keening sound he makes. “Please, Vida. Please.”
“More likesix months, boyfriend.”
The sentiment still makes me giddy, like there are so many caramel apples rolling around inside my chest that it’s almost too much to carry.
This love I have for this man?
It’s worth being buried over.
“Six months wasyour idea,” he pants, and I have to admit he’s right.
Kinda.
It’s just that I happen to enjoy playing catcher in our dynamic and spending time training his hole to take me was too much fun. What man wouldn’t love burying his tongue and fingers inside the man that’s held his heart much longer than the relationship anniversary suggests?
But now that I’ve hadthis?
Jordan’s ass arched up and swallowing my length like he was made for it? The keening moans of my man coming undone on my cock for the first time?
Perfection.
“Worth the wait,” I mutter breathlessly and lean over him, following when he collapses on the mattress. The arms I brace on are shaking and my foot is caught in the sheet, but that doesn’t stop me from thrusting. Tagging Jordan’s prostate with my cockhead.
He groans and turns his face into mine.
Those beautiful navy-blue eyes of his are lost to the blown pupils taking them over and his thick lips are parted with hisheavy breaths. There’s a patch of sweat gathering on his temple, his brown waves hanging over his forehead.
It does wonderful things to my insides.
