Page 10 of Stay A Little Longer
“Oh… God…” Lance was quickly losing touch with reality as his hips bucked to a rhythm all their own, trying to get what he needed to fall over that edge.
He still had enough wherewithal to know that wasn’t what he wanted though. Trent was touching him. Trent was going to make him come. And Lance wanted to touch him. Wanted to make him come too.
He struggled to free his arms for real this time and Trent must have felt the difference. He stopped nuzzling Lance’s neck and his grip loosened. He pulled back just enough to meet Lance’s gaze and the hand on his cock faltered.
“No, don’t stop.” Lance groaned, “Please.”
“You sure?” Soft blue eyes met his and Lance lost a little piece of himself right then and there.
He felt it. Something in his chest just… slipped. He’d met this man a half hour ago. Tops. But he’d seen Trent vulnerable and then strong, dominant and then concerned. And something in him recognized something in this man, matched him, and damn if that didn’t scare the holy hell out of him. He closed his eyes and turned his chin to the side so he wouldn’t have to see that worried look in Trent’s gaze.
“I just… I need a hand.”
“I thought I was giving you one.”
Lance could hear the smile in Trent’s low voice and couldn’t help the twitch of his own, “I want to touch you.”
“Hmmm.” Trent’s lips skimmed his jaw again and this time Lance could feel his smile, “Say please.”
Lance’s eyes flashed open and his chin jerked back up. Their eyes collided and that shiver of awareness made his balls draw tight again. Fuck. Fuck. The blaze of heat in those baby blues was his undoing. The demand. The command. It was too much.
“Please.” He moaned instantly. “Please, please, please…”
Trent shifted slightly, releasing one of his wrists, at the same time he swept down and claimed Lance’s mouth again. Lance struggled not to come as soon as the other man squeezed his cock and started stroking again. He scrambled to get his own hand inside Trent’s briefs and Jesus H. Christ the man was a living, breathing Greek God or something.
He wrapped his hand around the massive erection and swallowed Trent’s answering groan as the last shreds of their control disintegrated. It was all tongues and teeth as they kissed like crazy. Hands stroking fast and rough against one another. Heavy pants filled the air and the sizzle of electricity swelled.
“Harder.” Trent grunted against his lips. “Faster. That’s it.”
The commands and praise rolled over him and Lance whimpered as sweat dripped from Trent’s chin. He instinctively opened his mouth to catch it on his tongue. Trent’s eyes widened and a groan rolled from his chest and then his mouth was back. His tongue pushing into Lance’s mouth, stroking and circling as if he wanted to taste himself there.
That was all it took.
Lance arched, his heels digging into the mattress as his cock pulsed in Trent’s hand and his orgasm tore through him. Trent bit him. He fucking bit his bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth when Lance cried out again. The climax was brutal, forcing the air out of his lungs and making his hand stutter in his stroking of Trent.
But it didn’t matter because he felt the bigger man tremble and curse a moment before hot come splashed over his hand.
Perfect. So damn perfect. Lance closed his eyes and basked in the perfect moment as his climax left aftershocks in its wake and his entire body went slack. He was spent. Exhausted. Physically and emotionally and he couldn’t seem to open his eyes, couldn’t move a single muscle, not even when Trent collapsed against him with a groan.
He was heavy. Taller and more muscular than Lance. He was a big guy. Bigger than he looked on television. And holy hell how insane was that? He’d watched this guy on his tv singing and performing, giving interviews and flirting with the ladies. And now here he was… Trent Thorne was in his bed. His come covering Lance’s hand and stomach, mixing with his own because he’d squirted halfway up his chest he came so hard. And he didn’t care that they were both covered in their combined loads or that Trent was heavy.
He never wanted to move.
“Mmmm.” Trent hummed softly and nuzzled his face further into the crook of Lance’s neck, “That was….”
“Yeah.” He finished when the other man trailed off.
“Yeah.” Trent squirmed slightly, getting more comfortable, but not moving off him.
Lance flickered a smile at that. He was glad the other guy wasn’t jumping up and running off. And that was crazy. He’d never had anything more than a one-night stand. That was what this was. It had to be. He wasn’t stupid enough to think world renowned superstar Trent Thorne had come to Fate to stay. He was going to leave, sooner rather than later, but so long as it wasn’t this exact moment, Lance was okay with that.
At least that was what he told himself.
After all, it wasn’t like he even knew this guy. Not any more than he’d known those random fucks in Dallas. They were a good time and a swift goodbye. Just like Trent would be. And he was okay with that.
He was.
He’d gotten lucky. Literally. He’d come home after a long day of work and found the most gorgeous man in the entire world in his bed. That was a once in a lifetime opportunity and would make for a great memory, one he’d hold close for the next fifty years of lonely nights.
