Page 2 of The Trust
And to my balls.
“Make me come,” he groans and inches closer, arching his ass just right to make his eyes roll back. “Make me yours, Mac.”
The kiss is sloppy and awkward with the angle, but it’s everything I need to make my balls draw up when his lips press to mine. When his tongue swipes over me.
“You asking me to come in your ass, Tyro?”
Jordan’s moan feeds down my throat and rockets the orgasm I’ve been holding back right to the forefront.
“Yes.”
My cock jerks.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” I pant out and drive deeper. Harder. Revel in the feel of his cheeks meeting my groin. “But you first, baby.”
Two more thrusts and his body goes taut. Two more and his eyes roll back into his head.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
Another and his mouth drops open, letting loose the deepest and dirtiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I’m c-c-comin—”
His ass clamps down on me and I lose myself in him.
My cock pulses, slicking the glide of my thrusts with my cum as I ride us both over the harshest wave I’ve ever been consumed by.
“Shiiiiit, baby.”
I collapse, covering his pumping and sweaty back, my cock jerking inside him.
“Vida,” Jordan rasps, his voice shot to hell. “We’re doing that more often.”
Snickering, I nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “As you wish, Tyro.”
The smile that answers me back is soft and blinding and lightens his eyes. It makes my heart clench.
Fuck, I love him.
“My mom loved that movie,” he mutters and lets his eyes slide closed.
“I know, babe.” I press my forehead to his temple and just … breathe him in.
“Thanks for keeping it alive with me,” he murmurs.
My chest both fills and aches.
He was fourteen when he lost both of his parents. Just fourteen when his house caught fire and the very people that gave him life gave up theirs to protect him. They’re the reason he’s here today, in my arms. The reason he escaped with nothing but scaring down his left arm and some nightmares we’ve gotten help working through.
Bouncing around in the system came after that. Foster homes and halfway houses. The things he saw … the things he dealt with for four long years …
It’s not perfect. He’s not.
I’m not.
But he’s perfect for me.
My Tyro. My beginner.
