Page 42 of And the Best Man Ran Away With the Groom

I’m about to tell him that I’m sure he’ll be fine, but my words catch on a gasp as one of his slick fingers pushes inside me. He moves it in and out slowly, gently, and I’m not sure whether it’s because he’s hesitating or because he’s deliberately trying to tease me and drive me insane. If it’s the latter, it’s definitely working. “More,” I groan, pushing my arse back against his hand in invitation.

He adds another finger, his movements more confident this time as he pushes them in and out of me, stretching me, driving me absolutely crazy. I nearly rocket off the bed when he lowers his head and wraps his mouth around my cock. It’s so hot, so perfect, but I can’t handle it right now; I actually have to reach out and push his head away.

“Not that,” I pant out. “You’ll make me come.”

He grins and manoeuvres himself so he’s hovering over me, his fingers still busy working my hole. “How about this instead?” And he lowers his lips to mine, stealing a deep, devouring kiss.

“That’s enough,” I tell him, completely breathless from both the kiss and the pleasure he’s wringing from my body. “Get your dick in me.”

He brushes another quick kiss to my lips and removes his hand. Then he applies a bit of lube to his gorgeous, hard dick before getting back into position with his body cloaking mine.

“You’re sure?” he asks quietly, a hint of hesitation mingling with the desire evident in his beautiful eyes.

“Absolutely,” I assure him. “I’m on PREP so we’re all good.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “I have no idea what that is, but I trust you.” And then he kisses me again.

It’s a little strange to me that Jack and Trent are so close and yet Jack doesn’t seem to have shared much of the intimate details of his life as a gay man; you’d think he’d at least have told him about the HIV prevention medication we’ve now got. But who am I to judge? Everyone’s relationships are different. And I don’t have any super-close straight friends to compare, so who knows? Maybe this is par for the course for a straight-gay best mate combo.

I banish the thought from my mind because, honestly, the last thing I want to be thinking about right now while Trent’s mouth ravishes mine and his body moves on top of me isJack.Luckily, Trent’s kisses and the way his cock feels sliding against mine make it pretty much impossible to think of anything except for how much I want him inside me.

“Now,”I all but whine, as our lips break apart. “Fuck me,now.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Bossy.”

Then he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I grin as I sit up, straddling his waist. We’ve definitely done a lot of experimenting this week, but I think it’s safe to say this has become our favourite position. I like the amount of control it gives me, and Trent is evidently very fond of the view.

I wrap my hand around his dick and guide it to my entrance, sinking down slowly. My head spins from the incredible sensation of Trent’s bare cock throbbing inside me as it fills me so absolutely perfectly, and it takes a moment for me to regain my composure and start to move.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Trent says on a groan, his eyes flaring with heat as he gazes up at me.

The corner of my mouth quirks up in an affectionate smile and I lean forward to claim his lips in a hungry kiss. Before I can pull back, his arms wrap around me, pulling me close against him. And before long we’re moving together in a desperate, overwhelmingly intense rhythm.

This is different to the other times we’ve had sex. If I’m being honest, I think it’s probably different to any sex I’ve ever had before. And that’s crazy, right? It’s not as though I’ve never had feelings for someone before; never been in a relationship; never been in love… But there’s something different about this. Something about the closeness, and the connection. Something about the fact that it’sTrent.

Jesus Christ, how the fuck am I supposed to give him up after this?

“Xav,”he says with a soft groan, his fingers digging in tight to my arse. “Fuck, I’m—”

Before he can finish giving the warning, I feel his body tense up and then hot cum is spilling inside me. I slam my lips back to Trent’s, kissing him hungrily as I savour the sensation of his cream filling me.

I reach behind me for one of his hands, guiding him to my dick, which is in desperate need of attention. He wraps his hand around me and strokes in fast, firm movements, my orgasm getting closer and closer with every flick of his wrist.

It hits me in a rush, and I accidentally bite down on Trent’s lip in the thrall. Once I’ve regained my composure, I stare down at him, offering a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

He lifts a hand to wipe a thumb over his lip, gazing curiously at the fleck of blood that appears there. Then he offers me a wry grin. “Kinky.”

Only one more day to go. I’mnot sure I want to venture into how much that thought depresses me. But the fact is, this holiday is coming to an end. We only have one full day left: the day after tomorrow we’ll be flying back home to Melbourne. And that means my time with Trent will be over soon as well.

“Well, at least you boys should be getting some nice weather for your last day here,” Oliver says as he brushes by the lounge setting in the bar where Trent and I have made ourselves very much at home this evening. “Red sky at night and all that.”

I glance out toward the beach and see he’s right; the sunset is incredibly beautiful tonight, tinted with red and purple, and very different from the greyish ones we’ve been getting the last couple of days. “Definitely looks promising,” I say with a nod.

“Although I guess you haven’t exactlymindedbeing stuck inside all week, have you?” Oliver quips with a sly smile.

“Nah. It’s given us a chance to binge on someDownton Abbey,”Trent says, which isn’t untrue at all.

Oliver quirks an eyebrow. “Is that what you’re calling it?” He saunters off back to the bar, leaving both of us chuckling.

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