Page 17 of The Trust
A bodyguard and his rock star.
Two best friends.
Boyfriends.
“I love you,” he whispers over and over, with each slide of his cock in my hole. “Te amo, mi Vida.”
I feel it. Every bit of his love as he encompasses me in him. Surrounds me with his body and his words.
“I know, baby,” I mutter back breathlessly and grab him, holding him close.
“I want to love you audibly, Vida,” he whispers thickly in my ear, his lips ghosting over my prickled skin and my chest fills. “You and me. Out loud.”
My chest stutters.
I hold him harder.
“Don’t come,” he gasps out.
Nodding, I arch my hips away from his assault of my prostate and wrap my legs around his ass.
His cries of passion fill my ears moments later, the warmth of his release painting my insides and seeping out over my hole.
He’s breathless and I’m shivering when he pulls out, a rush of his cum running down my crack.
I clench to keep it.
But then he’s slicking my cock and climbing up to straddle my waist.
“I’m going to kiss you until you’re coming inside me, Vida.” He lines my head up with his hole. “And I’m going to see your face as you lose yourself inside me.” He takes an inch and my abs tighten. And then another and I’m gripping his hips tight.
“Baby,” I moan, my neck arching back.
“I want you to feel me inside you while you’re inside me, Mac.”
He takes another inch, and I don’t know if I’ll make it to the kissing part.
There’s a tender roll of his hips and I can’t stop the arch of mine. The seeking of release from driving me upwards.
“Vida,” he moans deep and rolls again, seating my cock the rest of the way inside his hot hole.
He’s like a glove around me. Tight and perfectly fitted to my cock.
But when I open my eyes, my racing breath catches at the sight of him staring down at me.
Like he’s unlocked the answer to life and the universe by just having me inside him. Like he really does love me with everything he has.
“Audibly, mi Vida.”
Like he means that with his whole chest.
My jaw clenches and my abs bind up.
“You and me,” I mutter through a moan and Jordan rolls his hips. “You and me, baby.”
He nods and leans down, bracing on either side of my head, boxing me in.
“Out loud,” he repeats and slants his lips over mine.
