Page 41 of Stay A Little Longer
It was all Lance could get out but it was enough. More than enough. Because Trent knew he wasn’t alone with just that look, just those few words. It was too much, too fast. Lance was scared, even more afraid of this thing than Trent was because he was still hiding, still lying about who he was and what he wanted. But he wanted Trent. Needed him. And all Trent wanted was to give him what he needed now.
“Shh, I got you baby. I got you.”
Trent pulled his fingers out and Lance whimpered. The sounds he made drove Trent absolutely crazy. He quickly positioned himself and then pressed in slowly. Lance moaned and Trent grit his teeth to keep from surging forward and burying himself deep in one thrust. He closed his eyes because the look of pleasure on Lance’s handsome face was too much combined with the hot, tight fit of him as his body accepted Trent into it.
So good. So damn good. Trent slid in on a long, slow glide. Locking down his darker urges to take. To claim. To fucking lay siege until Lance would never be able to sit down without thinking of him again. He kept it slow even as his heart pounded in his chest telling him it was this good for a reason. Not just because he’d never been inside anyone bare before. Not just because Lance was so hot and slick and welcoming. But simply because it was Lance.
Lance with his ten-pound bag of issues. Lance with his smartass mouth and sneering smile. Lance with his smug grins and shy blushes. Lance with his bossy attitude and Lance with his submissive qualities. Lance who was protective, and got angry on Trent’s behalf for something that had happened over a decade ago. Lance who said he trusted him.
He was falling in love with him. Only, he didn’t know if it could still be called falling. Not when the words were on the tip of his tongue after a couple of days and more emotion than he’d felt in years. More happiness and acceptance. So much more.
“More.” Lance groaned as if he could read Trent’s mind.
He opened his eyes and Lance took his breath away again. His hands were still up over his head. Holding onto the headboard just like Trent had told him to. His fists were white-knuckled and his muscles were straining. Sweat trailed down his temple and Trent leaned up, licking him and groaning at the taste he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of.
“More.” Lance demanded again. “Harder.”
Trent gave him what he wanted. He pulled back and slammed inside. Lance gasped when he did it again, positioning his hips so that he found the right spot every time he went deep.
And that was it. The end of soft or sweet or even coherent thought. Trent fucked him, hard, harder than he’d ever fucked anyone. Reveled in the way Lance cried out his name and begged him for even more, harder and faster. Their bodies rocking and grinding, meeting with the slap of skin. The only sounds in the room their mixed groans and grunts and the sound of sex, good, hot, hard sex.
Lance’s body jerked beneath him and he knew the end was coming. No. Not the end, some voice deep inside him argued. This was still just the beginning. But he shifted slightly, just enough to put his weight on one arm, and fisted Lance’s straining cock with his other. Almost as soon as he stroked him, Lance came with a shout.
He shot hard. Spasming beneath Trent and all around him as his body pulsed with his climax. His legs came up, his knees pressing into Trent’s sides, holding him tighter, forcing him deeper, and Trent lost his mind. His rhythm shot to hell, his body straining for release, he pressed in as deep as he could get and let his head fall back as a roar worked its way up his throat and he came so hard he lost complete control of his body and collapsed.
Panting and sweaty, they lay together, neither of them even attempting to move. Sated and satisfied and happy. Trent had never felt so damn happy and so damn worried all at the same time. Because as good as this was, he didn’t know how he would ever live without it and his brain had clicked back on just in time to remind his heart that Lance was closeted and this, this would have to be a secret. Possibly forever.
He pulled back slightly, propping himself up to look down at the man that had completely undone him, “Baby?”
“Hmm?” Lance didn’t open his eyes.
“You okay?” Trent worried his bottom lip, suddenly very aware of the fact that he’d taken Lance without a condom and he’d been rough, wild and out of control. He’d come inside him. They hadn’t exactly talked about that. But he liked the idea of Lance keeping a part of him inside him even when Trent was forced to pull out and pull away. “Lance?”
Lance’s dark lashes fluttered and then those dark, mysterious brown eyes met his and the emotion there nearly took his breath away, “More than okay. I… Jesus. It’s never been like that before for me.”
Trent’s lips twitched slightly, “Me either.”
The grin that Lance gave him at that, made his heart tell his brain to shut the hell up and leave him alone, let him enjoy this for as long as he could. That smug, self-confident, cocky smile of a man that had just gotten what he wanted, stole Trent’s heart completely. And he let it go, didn’t even try to fight it, because he wasn’t sure it had belonged to him for the last forty-eight hours anyway.
He was Lance’s for as long as the man would let him stay.
