Page 72 of Under the Texas Sky
“Would you… like to watch me now?” I ask.
His inhale is sharp while I wait with bated breath to see what he says. The wind whistles through the trees and blows my hair into my face. The strands tickle my skin, and Trent scoots over to me until our noses are close enough to brush. He tucks the messy strands behind my ears, keeping his eyes on mine.
“I would love to watch you.”
I close my eyes in anticipation of his kiss, waiting for the press of his lips against my own. Instead, he presses his lips against my forehead and leans back. I slowly open my eyes, feeling drowsy on the lust coursing through my veins.
“Let’s go, Freckles.”
The ride back to his house is filled with thick tension, and the playlist coming through his speakers is sensual and slow. Inside his house, he leads me to a room. It doesn’t have any personal belongings. Only a bed with a wooden frame and a nightstand. It’s very… empty.
“This is my guest bedroom, but feel free to move things around how you need to make it more”–he waves his hand around in a circle–“pleasing to look at. For your video.”
I check the space, and it’ll be easy enough to shift the nightstand to the edge of the bed to give the best angle.
Well, here we go.
CHAPTER 58
TRENT
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
That's the only thing my brain can come up with as I watch Kian move the nightstand in front of the bed. I should be offering to help him. I don’t want him to hurt himself.
But the other part of me is stuck on the fact that I’m about to watch Kian like I’ve done so many times before. Here, in this room, in real time. My dick is hard as steel in my pants, and the friction of my jeans against it is testing my control. I know as soon as he starts with the request, it’ll be all over for me. I’ll be exploding in my pants in no time.
Kian nods his head, his messy array of curls bouncing with the movement. He looks pleased with himself.
He fiddles around by the bed for a minute, staring at it and gnawing on his bottom lip. I need to comfort him, reassure him that everything is okay, and whatever he’s about to do is going to be amazing.
However, if I walk over to him right now, I’ll force him down on the bed and choke on his cock until he’s coming down my throat.
“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or jealous or…” He trails off, not sure what else I could be feeling.
“Freckles, I want to see you so bad. I think I’ll die if I don’t."
His face flushes, and the lust in his eyes is blinding. We both want this, no matter how much we’re both trying to fight the attraction between us.
“Oh–okay.” He struts, with more confidence than he had a moment ago, and props his phone on the nightstand, carefully maneuvering it to where it will sit upright. “If you don’t like what you see, just tell me. This isn’t a live video, so I can edit out whatever I need to.”
That doesn’t help the issue in my pants at all. If anything, my dick gives a pathetic throb. Wanting and needing to get closer.
“Okay,” I say on a deep exhale. “Can you tell me what the special request is?”
“He just wants to see me jerk off. It’s a low maintenance one. I have some requests that are crazy and require planning.”
“So you just… have to record yourself jerking off, and he’ll pay you for that? Can’t he see it on your page?” There are lots… and I meanlotsof videos of Kian on there. Not that I’ve watched them all. Okay, I totally have, probably more than once.
“He wants me to say his name while I do it.”
Oh, my heart gives a pitiful pang at that. I’m going to have to watch Kian as he says another man’s name while he gets off. Will I be okay with that? In truth, it doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should. I don’t feel jealous over their relationship, it’s just business. Nothing more. But it's the thought that this man will havemyman saying his name.
This is what our life will look like though, and I have to be okay with it. One day, hopefully soon, he’ll be in my bed, moaning my name.
