Page 77 of Under the Texas Sky
Forty-five minutes later, and my dick is hard and throbbing in my hand while I stare at the picture on my phone. It’s stored ina locked icon with no one having access unless they know the password. And I’m the only one who knows it, so yay me.
Trent is bent over the sink in our bathroom at our last apartment. The countertop is cluttered with hygiene products and every type of hair gel I used to use to get my curls under control. That’s not what has my dick hard.
No, it’s the sight of Trent’s naked ass, and his lustful eyes looking back at the camera through the mirror.
His hard dick is hanging between his legs, the tip red and swollen, with a pearl of precum sitting pretty in his slit. His hole is on display, gaping and wet with a mix of my saliva and watermelon flavored lube. It didn’t taste like watermelon, but it did the job of helping open his hole for me.
Holy heck.
I stroke my dick, from root to tip, tightening my grip as I near the head.
Need pulses in my balls, my ass begging for something in it to make me feel full. I imagine Trent sliding his dick in, not stopping until the front of his thighs meet the back of mine, so deep I can feel him hitting my prostate with every thrust. Moaning in my ear, telling me how good I’m taking his cock. How good my hole feels swallowing his dick whole.
My phone rings in my hand, startling me. The cresting of my orgasm completely disappears, and I want to sob in disappointment.
The name on the screen causes my disappointment to change to panic. I look around the room quickly, quietly. Is someone spying on me? Oh god, is there a creep who put cameras in here and was watching me jerk off? Did they think I was being creepy and maybe they called him?
Wait, what? That’s extremely paranoid, even for me.
I inhale, trying to get my breath under control, and press the answer button on my screen. “Miss me already?”
His chuckle warms my belly. “I sure did, how did you know?” he jokes back.
“Lucky guess.” I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room and leaving my phone propped between my ear and my shoulder. I pick at the dead skin on my nails, and try not to squeal in excitement that he caved and called me first. He obviously wants me.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and I want to roll my eyes in exasperation. Again with the small talk. He had his tongue in my ass last night. He could at least act like we’re more than acquaintances.
“Lying on my hotel bed,” I answer, asblasé as possible.
“Would it be too cheesy to say I wish I was with you?” Trent sounds bashful, and I revel in it. I love seeing this side of Trent. It’s not one that I’ve seen in a long time.
“Come over, then,” I suggest, trying to keep my tone calm.
“Which hotel?” he asks, and my smile widens as my heart thumps harder in my chest.
Oh my god, oh my god. I’m getting butterflies, which is something that has always been there with Trent. They want to overtake my body and fly me away.
I tell him the hotel and the room number.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I have to change and check on Mitch.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Be careful.” The wordsI love youare on the tip of my tongue, and I have to bite my lip to hold them in.
Well crap, I look around at the mess of the hotel room. Time to get to cleaning.
CHAPTER 61
TRENT
I park my truck in the parking lot, double clicking to make sure my doors are locked. I tucked my duffle bag under my back seat, just in case Kian asks me to spend the night. I don’t want to be overzealous, but I want to be prepared.
The grocery store bags in my hand rustle, and I try to maneuver them to one arm so I can easily open the doors standing between me and Kian.
I end up not having to worry about it, because there he is. Holding the door open with one hand, and the other one tucked into the pocket of his light gray sweatpants. The sweatpants where I can see the outline of his dick pressed against the fabric.
This is going to be a long night, but I’m keeping my hands to myself. Tonight is all about talking. We need to talk about our past so we have a real chance at a future.
I can’t believe that he actually invited me over. I thought for sure he would brush off my comment, especially after he left this morning and never texted me. I was preparing myself for the worst, and that’s why I called him. The need to confront things head on, instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop, is something I’ve been implementing in my sessions with Karuna. And I plan to take all I've learned and apply that to the relationship between me and Kian.
