Page 36 of Stay A Little Longer
Lance’s hips twisted, begging for more as he slowly lost his mind, “Yes. Trent, please.”
“Goddamnit.” Trent answered with a groan of his own, “When you beg, it drives me crazy. Say it again, baby. Say it again.”
It was an order this time. A sexy order. One that made heat flood Lance’s veins. He’d always ignored that particular desire. Even when he’d given into the urge to fuck with other men, he’d never let it get out of control, never let go of his tight grip on the situation. But with Trent he had no control and he liked it that way.
“Please, Trent. Fuck. Please.”
Trent damn near swallowed him whole and Lance automatically bucked his hips. Trent made a strangled sound and pulled back. Lance winced and forced his ass back to the bed.
“Sorry. Sorry.”
“Don’t. That was sexy. Knowing you want me that bad.” Trent growled and then took him deep again.
Lance forcibly kept his ass clenched and on the sheets this time. His eyes fell closed and he bit his lips to stifle his moans. Trent took him down to the back of his throat, gagged again and then pulled off with a moan of his own.
It was messy and dirty and sexy as hell.
Because he got the feeling Trent didn’t normally give blowjobs. He was probably the one that got them, being a superstar and all. But he was giving this to Lance, because he wanted to, and that made it even sexier than the slurping noises or the moans or the hot suction on their own.
Lance gripped the headboard to keep from pulling at the handcuffs. Trent was right. He was going to have bruises if he wasn’t careful and wouldn’t that be a mess to explain when someone saw them. The small niggle of worry that sprouted with that thought absolutely vanished when Trent slid a hand from Lance’s cock down, down and…
“Ah, shit! Yes!” He shouted as a wet finger found his hole and circled.
Sensation shot straight through him. Hot and needy, he writhed at the feeling of Trent’s long, thin finger gently probing him. Damn. It had been so long and his toys didn’t give him this sensation, this connection. He wanted more, wanted Trent, wanted all of him.
“Mmm, yeah, you like that?” Trent pulled off his cock long enough to growl at him, sending another shiver down his spine as his hole spasmed.
“More.” He demanded with a buck of his hips.
“Anything you want, baby. Anything.” Trent moaned and went back to sucking him as he slid his finger in and out faster and faster.
Lance could hear the pitiful sounds coming from his chest but he couldn’t make them stop. Just like he couldn’t keep from bucking his hips, pushing his cock up until Trent’s luscious mouth and then pressing down to get his finger deeper. It still wasn’t enough.
“More.” He growled.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Trent cursed as he jerked upright suddenly.
A second finger slipped inside him at the same time Trent fisted his own cock and Lance’s together in his free hand. He jerked them both. Hard and fast, just the way he was pounding his fingers into Lance’s ass now. They were both moaning, both gasping for air, but neither of them closed their eyes this time.
Lance couldn’t. He couldn’t take his eyes off Trent. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy Trent with his glistening skin and bulging muscles. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the way Trent’s biceps flexed with every pump. He couldn’t see anything but the pleasure clouding those twinkling blue eyes. Wet, red lips open on a pant and his name coming from them in that voice.
“Lance.”
He shifted restlessly, “So close.”
“Come for me, baby. Come with me. I’m gonna come all over you. Mark you. Make you mine.”
“Yes!” He shouted as his climax burst through him, obliterating everything except the feel of Trent all around him.
Trent’s hand on his cock. Trent’s dick rubbing against his own. Trent’s fingers in his ass. His hole spasming and trying to suck him deeper even as his balls drew up and he exploded.
Vaguely, he heard Trent shout his name as well. Felt his hands stutter in their rhythm. Sensed the big man shiver and shake against him as he came as well. Hot, wet come splattered across Trent’s abdomen and halfway up his chest. His and Trent’s both. Mixing. Together. Joining. Just like them.
Without warning, Trent collapsed, “Ah, hell…”
“Oomph.” Lance winced at the heavy weight and the feel of fingers leaving his ass rough and empty. But he didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his legs around Trent. He didn’t have his hands, couldn’t hold him close the way he wanted, but he wasn’t letting him go yet, not yet.
Trent groaned and shifted slightly, “I know I’m heavy. I’ll move soon.”
