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I flex the muscles in my core, wanting to bury these feelings deep inside of me and remember it for after he leaves. As soon as that door shuts, I’m going to pull my dick out, and it’ll be over in less than a minute.
Just having him this close to me, being able to smell the floral scent of his shampoo, is shorting out my brain.
I’ll never be able to move on from him, no matter how many times I try to tell myself that I can. He’s embedded too deeply inside of me–he’s a part of me. To live without him would be like living without vital organs. It’s impossible.
I shift, not enough to move him, but enough that his mouth disappears away from my neck and I can take a breath not filled with lust.
“It’s over,” I say, and he doesn’t move. He doesn’t move. Why is he not moving?
His mouth presses against my neck again, harder this time, and I shudder. The feel of his warm, pouty lips against my skin hasme begging internally for him to do more. I need him on top of me, inside me, fucking me until I can’t breathe.
Kian shifts farther onto my lap, his ass pinning me down to the couch. I’m going to come in my pants from the heavy feeling of his perfect ass against my cock. I won’t be able to stop it.
“Trent?” His voice is husky, and a groan breaks free from my chest when he subtly grinds against me.
“Yeah?” I pant, at his mercy. He could ask me anything and I would oblige. I can't get over the shock of him being here.
“I need you to fuck me.”
CHAPTER 49
KIAN
“I need you to fuck me,” I say wantonly, writhing on his lap. My balls tighten, and if I keep going like this, I’m going to come untouched. And that’s not how I want to do it. I want him to be balls deep inside me, pegging my prostate with every hard thrust. The mix of his hard body and the intense reactions to the movie are creating a heady concotion inside me, something begging to be released.
“What?” His words come out sharp, and I freeze on his lap. The arm that was wrapped around my shoulder slides off me completely, and I want to whine. I need this, I need him. We can hash out all the other details later, but I need him inside me. Now, fucking please.
“Can you please fuck me?” I try a different approach, hoping that maybe the pleading in my tone will clue him in to how serious I am about needing his dick inside me.
He lifts me off him and stands up, leaving me behind on the couch while he paces in front of the TV. His fingers tighten in his hair until I’m worried he’s going to yank the strands right out.
I walk toward him, slowly so as to not startle him. “Hey, stop that, you’re going to hurt yourself.” I reach up and wrap my hands around his, gently prying his fingers off the hair. I keep them clasped in mine and hold them in between us. Staring into his dark brown eyes that I love so much, I have to ask. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes widen and he lets out an incredulous laugh. “You’re seriously asking me what’s wrong?”
I flinch, because yeah… I might have forgotten about the many hiccups in my plan, but I can’t help it! Trent is mine.
“Sorry…” I trail off, rubbing my fingers across his hands. “I guess I should go. I don’t want to cause any issues between you and Hunter.”
He quirks his brow and opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. He looks like a fish. “Me and Hunter?” Realization dawns on his face, and he holds my hand tighter in his.
I wait for him to explain because he’s not pushing me away like he should be.
“There’s no me and Hunter, not anymore.”
Oh.Oh.Well, it looks like my work is already done for me.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I’m not sorry that they broke up, but a small part of me does feel bad because Hunter seems nice. Just not nice enough for me to let him have Trent.
“No, you aren’t.”
I scoff, and he pulls me close until our hands are pressed firmly onto his rock hard abs. God, he’s going to be so hot when I get these clothes off him. “Is it bad if I say you’re right?”
He shakes his head. “And you? What about your boyfriend?”
“Broke up with him the same night you left me in the resort.”
His smile matches mine. There’s nothing standing in between us now. “Did you let him top you?”
