Page 22 of The Trust
He’s rubbing the blunt head of his cock over my hole when he leans in, his breath whispering over my ear. “I had a lot of fun begging for you last night, Vida. Being your good boy.”Good God, I can’t breathe. “What do you think, Mac?”
The whimper that escapes me makes him chuckle.
“A-a-about?”
His head notches against me, the bluntness adding an unbearable pressure to my hole.
“You tell me,” he says huskily and pulls back, taking that delicious pressure with him. “Are you mine?”
“Yes,” I pant out. “Yep. Yes.”
His chuckle is dark and sends a chill down my spine.
“I don’t think you know what I’m asking you.”
The head presses again my hole once more, the push of it more than the last time and I know it’s almost,almost,ready to breach the muscle. To stretch me wide open.
Fuck, I want that so bad.
I don’t even care that we’re in semi-public. That anyone could walk back here and find us. That they could see me, ass out, readying to take my bodyguard’s cock.
In fact … it’s quite hot, the idea of being caught. Of doing something risqué.
So hot that my cock isleakingin my pants. Aching and throbbing for relief when he presses just a tad bit harder against my hole.
“Are you, Mac?”
Jordan’s hand grips the back of my neck and pushes me further down the wall, spreading me even more.
“A-am I, what, baby?”
He pulls back, rubbing his slick dick along my crack, then teases it in circles over the one place I want him. The place Ineedhim.
He pushes, adding that delicious pressure, and I grab at the wall.
“Fuck, what do you want? You want me to beg you this time?”
I’m breathless when he nudges closer, shuffling his feet apart and readjusting the grip he’s keeping on my vest.
“Closer.”
“Baby,” I whine when he tightens his grip on the back of my neck. “Please.Fuck, please.”
He hums, his cock jumping against me.
He slicks it right over me, nudging his head over the tight muscle until he’s just starting to enter me.
And then he pulls back.
“Please, baby.” He presses back, the taper of him stretching just the edge of me. “God, fuck. Please.Please fuck me.”
“Are you mine?” More pressure. More stretch. More of his head teasing my entrance and threatening to dive inside me.
“I’m all yours, baby. Every bit of me, you can have it.” He surges forward, the wide end of his head finally stretching me open. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.Yes.”
I arch back, but he just withdraws.
Completely.
