Page 39 of Note to Self
Without any resistance, Trent follows me up the stairs and into my bedroom with the floor-to-ceiling window. Once the sun comes up, it’ll show off the countryside all the way down to the sea. And with no chance of any prying eyes, I’m more than happy to keep the curtains open.
As soon as we let go of our hands, I’m on him, crushing my mouth to his in a bruising kiss. I snake my hands around his waist and tug him hard against me. My erection is already rock-hard and ready to play.
With our hands diving under clothes in a desperate attempt to be naked, we break our kiss and part enough to wrangle our way out of boots, denim, and T-shirts. The clothes lie in piles on the polished oak floor as we grab for each other again and stumble to my bed.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Trent groans.
I grab his perfect arse cheeks in my hands, squeezing and kneading the firm globes.
“Christ, that feels so good. I love your rough hands on me.”
“Yeah? Is that right? How about my handprints too?” I growl. The need to turn his bum bright red makes my dick weep with precum.
“Fuck, yeah, do it.” His eyes are blazing, the heat of desire burning like fire. He sits up from our collapsed position. “Spank me.”
I have him turned over and his arse up in the air before he can blink. On all fours, he looks over his shoulder. “You’d better get me ready. I’m so close to coming.”
“We shouldn’t have left it so long.” I yank open the bedside table drawer and pull out the lube, coat my fingers, drop it on the bed, and kneel behind him.
I brush over his cheeks, dipping down into the cleft, but however much he pushes up his hips, I ignore his hole. I press kiss after kiss on his arse and, with my right hand, stroke over the heated-up skin. With my left fingers, wet with lube, I brush over his taint and around his hanging sac. The first smack comes down hard. Trent groans out something garbled, and I repeat the action, then flick my middle finger over his hole, rubbing the sting away.
The next slap comes down as I slip the tip inside him. In tandem, I spank his butt and finger his hole. He’s thrashing on the bed, his head buried in a pillow, his hips swaying, never away from my hand. He’s eager for more, and I add another finger and work his arse to the perfect red. I won’t make him wait much longer, and after pumping three fingers in and out, I hit him one more time. I slide my dick deep inside him, filling him to the hilt.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he’s close. The ripples and pulses of his channel around my dick prove it. I don’t waste my time or his by teasing him any longer. We slam into each other as Trent rides my cock, thrusting back onto me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last,” I grunt and reach around him to grab his dick. He swipes my hand away.
“Then fuck me harder. I’m not going to need your help.” He rocks onto me again. His wish is not going to be a problem. As I grab his hips hard enough to bruise, I piston in and out ofhim. My balls draw up inside me, and I fire deep inside him. Pulse after pulse of cum fills him. He cries out and clenches even tighter around me, milking the remainder of my orgasm from me.
His arms and legs give out, and we collapse onto the bed. I twist us to be on our sides so I don’t crush him. “Jesus, Trent, I think you’ve killed me.” I pant into his ear.
“Back at ya, babe.” He chuckles. The movement makes my softening dick slide from his arse. “My arse feels like it’s on fire.”
I roll onto my side. Concern is written all over his face. I don’t hold back on my chuckle. “Don’t sweat it. It was incredible. I love the feel of your hands on my body. That was another level and perfect.”
“Let me see,” he asks.
I turn the other way and push my arse back.
“How sore is it?” He trails his fingertips over my skin, then presses his lips over every inch.
I laugh. “Pack it in.”
But he pushes me softly onto my stomach and hitches my hips up again. I know what he’s doing. He loves watching his cum slide from me.
“You’re such a pervert,” I say. But when he slides his tongue over my hole, I gasp. Fuck. He usually shoves it back in, his fingers working my prostate again. His mouth is another level of hot. My face is probably going as red as my arse, but this is amazing, just gentle licks as he spreads my hole.
“Push it out, baby,” he murmurs, his breath cool on my hot skin as he laps up the last drop. “Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are? Christ, Trent. I can’t get enough of you.” He falls back on the bed after cleaning us both up. The open honesty in his expression is more than I’ve ever seen before, and I believe him.
I’m slowly seeing the good in everyone around me. After being lied to, ignored, and denigrated by Marc and my parents for so long, I’m learning that most people do actually tell the truth. They’re not trying to gaslight me or belittle me. “I’m beginning to believe you. Not just about being sexy, but about it all.” The main one is how much we’re both missing out on by not being together. The texts and quick calls were great, but nothing beats being with each other.
“What’s going on, Trent?” He strokes down over my waist to rest on my hip.
“I think I was wrong, that I’ve made a mistake.” I raise my hand when it looks like he’s going to interrupt me. “Hold on. I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not that. We should’ve been together while all the crazy was going on.” I lower my gaze for a moment, then take a deep breath and glance up at him again. “Is the offer to live here still standing?”
Merlin stares at me for a long time, long enough to make me want to take it back, but then a slow smile spreads like the sun at sunrise. “Really? Are you sure? Because I’m okay with waiting.”
Happiness floods me. “I don’t want to wait. I don’t know what I was thinking. The new me that’s growing and becoming real has everything to do with you. You’re the one making me smile when I wake up in the morning, even when you’re not with me. You’re the person I want to share my highs and lows of the day with. I love you, Merlin, and more importantly, I trust you.”
