Page 10 of The Trust
Only me.
The only one to ever make him feel like this.
The only one to ever touch him like this.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan into his ear as I line my cock up with his hole. “Youkeepme aching for you.” He pushes back against me, but I don’t let him have me just yet. “But when you get like this?” I growl and tease around the rim. “I feelstarvedfor you.”
The breath that punches out of him is audible as I sink the head of my cock inside him. It slides easily past the rim, his muscles perfectly stretched around me.
“Mac,” he cries out, his grip of the sheets gone white. “Give me all of it. Fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.”
I slip another inch inside him. “You beg—” Another inch. “Likesuch—” Another. “A fucking good—” I pull all the way out and slam back in. “Good boy.”
Jordan cries out and clamps around me, his cock soaking the sheets with ropes of cum.
He’s not even stroking it.
I’m still teasing his insides when the stars dissipate, slow and deep thrusts that make him tremble.
“Shit, baby. You okay?”
I brush the hair back from his face, stoke down his back and arm.
He gives one more mighty jolt and stills.
“Mac,” he croaks out and it cracks. “I love you.”
My heart stutters in my chest and the corners of my lips tip up.
All day, I thought about him. His wants and needs. How he’d take things. What he’d want from a relationship with me. If he’d want to be in public and hold my hand. If he could …
Fuck, if I could.
But then he flashes me with a sleepy smile. Reaches for me. Tells me he loves me and pulls me in for a kiss that lights my soul on fire.
I have to ask him.
Even if he says no.
Even if Jordan saidnot right now. Even if this man that’s pressing his lips to mine and tangling our tongues saidnever.
If all I had was this?
I would live right here. Just like this.
Seven years? Psht. Catch me at seventy.
“I love you,” I say against his lips and flex my hips, burying my length completely in his heat.
“Fuck, Vida,” he whines and reaches around to grab the back of my neck, sealing his mouth to mine.
I grab his jaw and hold him close as I rut into him, his slippery hole fluttering around me as his little gasps feed me with life.
“I-I-I don’t think I have any left,” he breathes out, but he arches his ass up, deepening the angle.
“Feel me anyway, baby.”
One swipe of his prostate and he’s moaning.
