Page 11 of The Trust
“There, Mac. Right there.”
I listen, arching my hips and tagging that spot over and over again.
The sound of my cock slicking into his hole, knowing it’s the remnants of my own release that’s gliding the way, has my toes curling.
I know I should stop. Let him rest. Tend to his abused hole.
But it’smycum that’s lubing him up.
“Your ass is taking my cock so well, baby,” I mutter into his mouth. “Letting me in. Holding my cum. Stroke yourself—good boy.”
His gasp is shaky.
His hand flying.
“Mac,” he cries out and swallows hard. “Fuck, it’s right there.”
“Then take it, baby. Come with my cock so far up your ass, you’re going to feel mefor days.”
Jordan moans and turns into me, finding my lips with his, and spills all over the sheets.
His body milks me, begging me for more.
And I give it up to him.
I’d give him everything.
“Jordan.”
Jordan
“Baby,” Mac chuckles butit’s raspy and thick and I fall a little bit more in love with the sound of it. “Don’t pass out yet. I need to clean you up.”
I’m boneless. A pile of nothing but meat on the bed, unable to do much past rolling away from the mess I left on the sheets.
“Can’t,” I mutter. “Fucked senseless.”
A tired laugh sputters past my boyfriend’s lips, and I think I smile. I’m not certain my face actually moves with the command from my brain, though.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re drained.”
Cracking an eye open, I flip him a middle finger and snag his pillow. I tuck it into my arms despite his protests and bury my face in the rich, sweet scent my boyfriend left behind on its case.
It swirls around inside my chest, settling right in the center, and I feel myself loosen. Sink farther into the bed. Slip real close to unconsciousness.
There’s a waft of air behind me that makes me shiver.
“Spread your legs,” Mac mumbles and takes something warm and wet right down my crack when I do. There’s a dabbing overmy hole and I hiss as the ache of it finally settles in my body. “I know, I know. Just a little more, baby.”
“Torture,” I mutter and squeeze the pillow harder.
“That’s not what I heard.”
I grunt and shift my legs together, closing him out.
“Tired.”
“Babe, there’s lube on your back.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he attempts to swipe the cloth over whatever he sees.
