Page 11 of Under the Texas Sky
I climb into bed beside him, nothing between us except my boxers and his basketball shorts and t-shirt he had on when I first came over. The tattered material of the shirt has seen better days. It’s an old one of mine that came from a 5k I did in high school.
Maybe Mitch was onto something when he suggested working out. I could take up running again, though it’s not the exact same, but close enough. And it was a great stress relief, which I could use, since I haven't been able to do the fun kind of cardio with Trent.
My dick perks up at the thought of his tight ass squeezing it. A perfectly shaped ass bouncing with every thrust. His ass swallowing me whole. My lips kissing and biting and leaving my mark on his skin.
Now my dick throbs and a bead of precum slips out of the tip, dampening the front of my boxers with my arousal.
This is torture, being this close to him, smelling the faint scent of his bodywash and feeling his warmth radiate from him. I want to bury my face into his neck and mark his smooth skin with my teeth. The time between us feels like a chasm, all of my pent up feelings for him building and building until they’re spilling over.
I never said I had the patience of a saint. Without him, I’m not whole. I’m nothing but a shell of a man. And I need him. I need to feel him against me and know that he’s here. I hold my body up on my elbow, feeling my arms already shaking with the minimal effort, and rub my nose across the tendon in his neck, inhaling hard. The deep masculine scent, combined with the lust blooming in my core, spurs on my actions.
Resting my weight against his back forces him farther into the mattress, and the hard length of my boxer-clad dick rubs against his covered ass. God, I want to stretch him open with my mouth and get him ready to take my cock.
“Mmm–Ki?”
When I grind my dick harder against him, he pushes back into me. Meeting my thrusts with one of his own. It’s so hot. He’s so hot.
“Yeah, baby?” My words are spoken through a pant, and I'm already about to explode because of some bare-minimum grinding like I’m a teenager but I couldn't care less at thismoment. The only thoughts running through my mind arecoming,Trent, andass. In no particular order.
My dick throbs harder, and the pressure building in my balls and at the base of my spine has me breathing deeply, trying to fight off the impending release.
“Do you like this? Do you like how hard my cock gets for you?” I whisper against the shell of his ear, before taking the soft cartilage in between my teeth and nipping at it. His shiver is enough of an answer for me. “Can I take your pants off?”
He nods quickly, his smooth hair rubbing against my face, and I hastily push myself off his body and make quick work of his pants while he fumbles with his shirt. Once he’s naked, I push down my boxers so I'm naked as well.
I stare at him, truly taking in his beauty. His dark hair, so silky smooth that it's always a war inside my brain to not keep my fingers threaded through the strands every waking moment. Perfectly symmetrical facial features, making him any artist's wet dream, with his sharp cheekbones and pouty pink lips. A strong jawline, and a neck so biteable.
His lean body, the curves and dips of his muscles begging for me to venture my tongue into them and worship them like a starving man at the altar.
“God. Look at you,” I whisper reverently, needing him to understand how obsessed I am with him. With his mind, his body, his personality. I’m devoted to every single thing about him. I need him, more than I need air. The only thing I need at this moment is him. No matter what is going on, he’s my rock. My salvation. The first thought when I wake up and the last thing on my mind before I go to bed.
He pulls me down on top of him, shoving his tongue into my mouth. There’s no finesse with this kiss, nothing but raw hunger and need. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth like he’s staking a claim. Claiming me, making me his the way I so desperately crave. To be wholly his.
I drop my hips against his, rubbing my dick along his.
“Mmmphm. Fuck,” he moans into my mouth as the heads of our dicks bump together.
The precum from both of us doesn’t provide enough slickness for the rutting I want to do against him. So I sit up, resting my ass against my heels, and let a trickle of saliva fall out of my mouth and onto his red, throbbing cock.
That’s better.
Taking my previous position again, I rub our erections together. The smooth glide, his hardness pressing against my own and trapping it against my lower stomach. His panting breaths and whispered moans.
“Kiss me,” he begs. His lips are red and swollen. He’s never looked more beautiful than he does now.
“Beg me better, Trent. I know you can do better than that.” I roll my hips, enunciating my words with the motion. The only time Trent comes undone like this and can show his vulnerable side is with me, taking his body and breaking him apart, before molding him back together.
“Please, please fucking kiss me. I need it, I need you.”
I can’t deny him anything when he begs me like this, so caught up in his own wants and desires. I force my mouth against his, nipping and biting and tugging at his lips in my savage desire to swallow him whole and keep him with me forever.
He thinks he’s the selfish one, but I've always been selfish with him. I want to put him in my pocket and carry him everywhere so we never have to be apart.
Our mouths war with each other while our dicks rub together.
I pull back again and shove my fingers down his throat, causing him to choke on them. “Suck,” I demand, my voice deep with arousal.
He obliges, wrapping his pouty pink lips around the digits and coating them in his saliva.
