Page 23 of Desperate Temptations

Trent clears his throat and I open my eyes to stare at him.

“Let me know if you need anything.” He knocks on the door frame, as if waiting for me to ask him to stay before finally walking out of the room.

I collapse onto the bed, rubbing my face. I’m not sure how I feel, a part of me is relieved and another is… disappointed. I don’t necessarily want kids, and it wasn’t something Lyndsey and I ever discussed at length. So I assumed she hadn’t wanted any. But I’d be lying if I didn’t think about the possibility of being that little girl's dad a few times over the past couple weeks.

Groaning, I roll onto my stomach, not wanting to think or feel anything anymore. I push off the bed, desperate for anything to get my mind off the fuck up that is my life.

I find Trent in the living room, who looks up in surprise as I storm toward him.

Framing his face with my hands, I take his mouth, tangling my tongue with his. We fall into the bed behind him, moving in sync onto our sides. His thigh slides between mine as his hand glides over my stomach under my shirt.

I pull back to breathe and then kiss down his neck.

“Ethan, you sure you want to do this now?” Trent asks.

My teeth scrape at his skin and he shudders.

“Do you not want to?” I whisper, gliding my hand between us and feeling his hard cock.

He groans. “I always want to, but you had a… day.” A breathless moan escapes his throat as I rub his length.

“Maybe that’s the exact reason I want this.”

Trent stills for a second before sighing, his hands tangled in my hair. “Okay.”

He rolls his forehead against me then pushes off, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his room. My heart beats erratically with each step, I don’t know why I’m nervous. We’ve already fucked once before, but it still feels like the first time.

Trent doesn’t give me time to overthink it because as we get in the room, he pushes me onto the bed and follows me on the mattress before kissing me again.

I groan into his lips and his hands pull at my shirt. We undress each other between our kisses, tugging and pulling until we’re both naked.

He rolls onto his back, and I climb on top of him, settling between his legs.

I thrust, our cocks sliding against each other as I kiss him. Reaching between us, I stroke his hard length and Trent groans, his head bowing against the pillow. I lick my lips, and my gaze drops to his open legs, watching as my leaking tip slides against his pelvis, leaving a trail of my pre-cum on his skin.

I could fuck him like this, shove my cock down and press into the tight hole between his cheeks. My balls draw up with want, fire licking up my spine with the burning desire.

“In the nightstand. There’s lube,” Trent says quietly. He leaves it up to me, he doesn’t ask for it though I can tell he wants it. I reach over and grab it, slathering it on the both of us as Trent moans at my touch.

Wiping my hands on the comforter, I grab his thighs and push them toward his chest. I line my tip at his hole and he gasps as I start to press in.

Trent grabs the back of his knees, holding himself open for me as my cock sinks into his ass. My eyes flutter shut as his tight heat clamps down on me.

“More, Ethan. Harder.”

I grunt, thrusting more inches into him as the air in my lungs stalls. It’s so fucking hot and tight, I’m losing my mind. When I’m buried to the hilt, I look down seeing my entire cock is sheathed inside my best friend.

“Fuck, I don’t think…” I trail off as my balls draw up, already about to come.

Trent lets out a breathy laugh, his nails scraping lightly on my abdomen.

“At your pace, Ethan. It already feels so good.”

I nod, closing my eyes and thinking whatever I can to hold off my release. After a moment, I open them and glance down at him.

He smirks, and I pull back a few inches before surging forward. His head bows back and his mouth opens in a silent scream.

My hand wraps around his hard cock, trying to stroke it in tune with my thrusts.

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