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“I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting then.” I grab a cheek in each of my hands and spread him wide. I swipe my tongue against his hole, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him to come apart on my mouth, just like I’ve been coming apart at the seams without him here with me.
I devour him like he’s my last meal, licking around his tight rim and scraping my teeth against the sensitive flesh. His hole quivers around my tongue, my own dick feels neglected, but I can’t focus on that while I have Kian falling apart on top of me.
I wrap my hand around his dick, smearing his precum up and down it to help it glide easier.
“Trent, Tr-trent. Please. I need more. I need you.” Kian breaks off his sentence with a loud moan when I twist my hand around the head of his cock like I’ve watched him do in so many videos before.
I pull my face from between his cheeks for long enough to tell him, “I need you to come, Freckles. I need you to come all over my hand and sit on my fucking face while you do.” The words are out before I process them, and when I do I realize I need him on my face more than I've ever needed anything.
I flip our positions, so I’m laying flat on my back and he’s hovering above me with his ass close enough for me to devour. I yank him down by his hips, feeling the pressure of his full weight on me. I shove my tongue into his hole, loosening him up with every jab. My nose is pressed into his crease and the only thing I can see from my position is his mess of curls bouncing with every move he makes.
“Fuck–Trent. OHH–ffuck. Mmmphm.” His moans are loud, echoing off the walls as he grinds down harder onto my face, andhis dick pulses in my hand, spurting his cum onto my hand and onto my stomach. I slowly finish jerking him, making sure to get every drop out of him before I let go. His body twitches on top of mine with overstimulation.
I give him a few gentle licks on each cheek while he catches his breath and comes down from his high. He sags and rolls off me, staring at the popcorn ceiling of my guest room with a dazed expression.
“So, I take it that was good?” I tease, hearing the deep breaths he’s pulling into his chest.
He huffs a halfhearted laugh. Rolling over, he presses his head into my neck. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready to take care of you. I just need a break.”
I press a kiss against his head, feeling the contentment that I only feel around Kian. “Okay, Ki. Whatever you say.”
His breathing evens out, and in no time I hear the slight snores that he swears he doesn’t do, and I close my eyes. Waiting to see if dreams can match up to my reality now.
CHAPTER 59
TRENT
16 years old
“Safe,” is the last thing he says, then I watch helplessly as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“No. Nonono. Fuck! What do I do?” I quickly look around, making sure his dad isn’t on his way to finish what he started. The darkness of the night is creeping in, and my panicked pulse is thundering in my neck, the blood rushing in my ears making it hard to think.
I was on my way over to his house because Don caught wind that we were together, and said if I wasn’t out by the time the sun set I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing the daylight ever again. I rushed through the house, picking up my measly belongings. I stared at my mom on the couch, and her eyes held so much hatred for me, I couldn’t say anything to her. There was nothing left to say, she had made her choice. And I had made mine.
But when I parked down the road to wait for Kian to text me back, I wasn’t expecting him to come flying down the sidewalk like a bat out of hell. His face is bloody, and there’s a bump forming on the side of his face, the contusion starting to swell and bruise.
Fuck, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have enough money to take him to the hospital, and even if I did, I can’t take him there because they would call his parents. His parents who didthis, the vicious man who only knows how to take his aggression out on people smaller than him. I wish he had someone his own size to pick on, someone who would kick his ass and walk away laughing.
Kian doesn’t weigh much more than me, and it’s a pain trying to get a dude’s full body weight secured in my grip so I can help him up. If I could get him to my car, I could think better. I could figure out a way to help him.
I can’t go get the car though, because I’m not leaving him here. I refuse to leave him.
We make our way down the sidewalk, me keeping a tight grip around his body and unceremoniously dragging him across the pavement. He might have a few scrapes from the concrete, but it's the best I can do under these circumstances.
I finally get him to my car, laying down the seat to rest his body on. He’s breathing, and his pulse is strong under my fingertips. Thethud thud thudmatching my own struggling heart from the physical exertion. I wipe away a bead of sweat from my forehead, and make sure he’s safely inside before I shut the door.
I tilt my head back, feeling the rush of cool air while I refuse to scream out my frustration. Frustration for him, for me, for us. We’ve been dealt one shitty card after another, but I make a silent promise to him as I round the car that he’ll never have to struggle alone. His highs will be my highs, and his lows will be mine to help him through.
When I’m in my seat, I pull my phone out of the cup holder and do a quick Google search to figure out what I’m supposed to do. The top options say to take him to the hospital –duh.But finally, a helpful article pops up and I scan through it. I’ve read through it twice, when there’s a slight shuffle beside me. Then a groan.
“Trent?”
“Oh–” I have to choke back a sob as he turns his head towards me, his hair is wet with blood, but somehow he can still form a smile on his battered face. “Kian! I was so fucking worried.”
“Knew you’d come for me,” he says and his eyes start to slowly close again.
“No! Kian, you gotta stay awake for me. Can you do that? Please?” I’m begging him as tears trek down my face. His eyes open back up, just a pinch, so I can barely see his green irises. He reaches his hand up and I gently grasp it in mine, running my fingers across the bony ridges of his knuckles.
