Page 73 of Under the Texas Sky
The jealous feeling recedes, and all that’s left now is the lust burning in my veins.
I smile at him and he smiles back.
He crawls onto the bed like the seductress he is. His half lidded eyes staring at the camera, begging the person on the other end of the phone to do dirty, dirty deeds to him.
Fuck, this is so much better than any porn I’ve watched. Kian is a natural, playing for the camera.
Kian kneels on the bed, ripping his shirt off quickly and showing off his amazing muscles, the dips and grooves he’s worked so hard for.
Counterproductive to how quickly he took off his top, he takes his time pulling down the edge of his pants. A flash of blue catches my eyes, the peek of lace against his pale skin.
I must make a noise because Kian’s eyes shift to mine. A hint of excitement and passion burning in his bright green irises.
He’s wearing..lingerieunder his pants. Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse.
The phone recording is completely forgotten as he stares at me, teasing me by pulling his pants down slow enough, I feel like I am being killed and reincarnated repeatedly. My dick is begging to be let free from my underwear, but I don’t give in to its plea. Not yet.
Kian finally gets his pants down his thighs, and he falls to the side to pull them off. When I see his bare legs, with the light dusting of blond hair, I’m done for. My blood is roaring in my ears. The soft, blue underwear perfectly frame his cock and balls, painting the picture of sensual sin.
He tugs the underwear to the side, showing off his hard cock while he keeps his eyes on mine. Out of my peripheral, I can see his hand tugging it and gently teasing the head.
Fuck. Fuck.I rub my hand over the outline of my dick in my jeans, trying to give it a small reprieve. It doesn’t work. It needs more.More. Fucking more.
Fuck it, this is Kian. If he doesn’t want it, he can tell me no, and I’ll immediately stop. But I need my mouth on him now.
I walk around the bed, our eyes locked until I kneel on the bed beside him.
“Tell me no,” I whisper, reaching my hand out to toy with his puffy pink nipple, the bud hardening under my touch. “Tell me no if you don’t want this, Ki.”
He doesn’t tell me no, instead he gives me the best sign of consent. He presses his mouth to mine, hard. Mumbling the word “Yes, yes,yes,”with every swipe of his tongue against my mouth.
I should take this slow, shower him with love and affection.
My lust takes over. I push him onto his back, taking in the full image of his body with the blue lingerie.
“Fuck, this is so hot. You’re so fucking hot.” My voice is deep. The words cracking like fine porcelain and shattering my control. We agreed to talk and I know that we need to. This isn't the best thing for us to be doing right now, not without knowing where wetrulystand. But I can't fight the temptation of his creamy skin, imagining it with red marks from my fingers and mouth devouring him.
“Please, Trent, please,” he pleads for me. I’m not sure what he’s begging for, and I don’t think he knows either.
I skip all the foreplay, and instead, grab his ankles in my hand, pressing them back until they’re by his ears. “Stay like this, Ki. Don’t move.”
He wraps his hand around the backs of his knees, listening to me, just like I knew he would.
“Good boy,” I moan out, dragging my tongue across the lines in his stomach and tracing them down to his groin. I rub my face against his dick in the material, feeling the softness against my cheek. His hard dick flinches against my face and I nuzzle the side of it. Taking in the provocative smell of his body and arousal.
“Did you wear these for me?” I trail my fingers along the crease of his groin, not touching his dick, but coming close enough to torment him.
“Yes, yes. Of course I did.”
I reward him by wrapping my hand around his dick in the panties and give him a hard stroke. His back arches off the bed and his hands white-knuckle the sheets. I peel them to the side, taking in his hard cock, the smooth skin of his balls, the soft skin of his ass, the pink pucker of his hole. He’s gorgeous.
I trace my tongue from the pucker of his ass to the head of his cock.
“Ohhh. Trent. Pl-please,” he moans, trying to grind his hips down onto my mouth. His stomach flexes with the effort, drawing my attention to the hard lines he's formed over the years.
“What is it, Freckles? Do you want my mouth here?” I tease him, blowing out a breath against his ass. His hole clenches around nothing and I take pleasure at the sight of his delirious need.
“Mpmmh-mmmhmm.”
