Page 91 of Under the Texas Sky
CHAPTER 71
TRENT
My breaths are choppy as he works the button of my jeans open. I’m staring at the top of his head in a trance, watching the breeze blow his curls around like a halo surrounding him. My personal avenging angel sent down from heaven just to tempt me.
I should be fighting this more. We’re in public for fucks sake, but my dick is too on board with the scenario that Kian painted. The thought of him on top of me, my dick inside of him while he loses himself in pleasure, is too tempting to argue.
“I don’t have lube, or a condom,” I blurt out, as I watch his hand go for the band of my boxers. The navy blue material contrasting against his tanned hand. I don’t want to risk hurting him since we didn’t come prepared. I’m not sure if he wants me to wear a condom, but I still want him to have a choice in the matter.
“Let me worry about all that. You just lie back.” His eyes are shiny, and the devilish smirk he has on his face is spelling bad news for me. But bad in the best way possible.
I keep my eyes on his, and he doesn’t look away as he tugs my boxers and pants down to my knees. The twigs and grass underneath me are not the most comfortable. We should have brought a blanket. We could have at least done this in the bed of my pick up truck where I have blankets.
“How bad do you want me?” Kian asks, breaking eye contact and staring at my dick like he’s starving and I’m a fresh piece of meat. “If you tell me, I’ll take it easy on you.”
Easy, what the hell does that mean?
I’m stunned into silence, and he takes that as an answer, shrugging his shoulders. “Suit yourself.” He twirls his tongue around the head of my cock and it flinches at the feel of his hot, wet mouth against it. I’ll never get over how Kian’s mouth feels on me. It’s something I went without and I’m not sure I'll ever know how I survived for so long without it.
He kisses underneath, teasing the pulsing vein that is my weakness.
“Fffuck, Kian.” I have to tuck my hands underneath my head so I don’t grab his hair and move him how I want him. This is his show, I’m just a very willing and eager participant. I can feel his hard dick pressing into my leg, and I need him. I need to taste him, like he’s tasting me. “Freckles, I need–”
He cuts me off by swallowing my balls into his mouth. The tight suction has me choking out a curse and thrusting my hips,fuck. He knows exactly how to tease me. I guess that’s my punishment, but there’s definitely worse ways to go.
I attempt to pull him up, but the stubborn ass keeps a tight grip on me. “Kian, please. I need to taste you. P-please,” I moan out when he lets my balls fall from his mouth, spit soaked and starting to cool off in the winter breeze.
“Didn’t I say I was going to do this to you? You didn’t have any complaints.”
I exhale deeply, trying to keep my brain on track with the rest of my body. “You can still do that, but I need you in my mouth, too.”
His eyes flash with heat, and I know he wants this as much as I want it.
"Yeah, we’re going to do it at the same time? And then you’re going to fuck me?” The wordfuckcoming out of his mouth should be illegal. I need to hear him saying that while he’s riding my cock, so deep that he feels like he can’t escape. The cuss word sparks a heat deep inside of me, the simple two syllable word he never uses echoing in my head.
“Yes, yes. Please. Anything you want.”
I can feel a quiver run through his body. He launches up, resting our hips together and smashing his lips onto mine. Nipping and biting and plundering my mouth until the only thing that exists in this moment is him.
Kian rocks his hips against mine, his pants creating a rough friction against my dick.
Panting into each other’s mouths, he breaks the kiss and stares down into my eyes. His bright green irises and dilated pupils are looking into my soul. The soul that he owns.
“Can you prep me, too? I don’t know how long I can last…” he says, trailing off.
Visions of him in his lace panties have my mouth watering. Fuck, fuck. I hope he has on a pair, specifically the ones that match his eyes.
“Yeah, I can do that, Freckles.”
He quickly stands, peeling his jacket and shirt off in one swoop, showing off his muscular frame filled with divots that I want to fill with water and drink directly from. Bending over at the waist, he takes off one shoe at a time and precariously balances so he doesn't get his socks dirty.
“Do you want to go back to the truck?” I ask, thinking it might make this easier on both of us.
He doesn’t say anything, instead tossing me a small pack out of his pocket. Lube. The little fucker came prepared. I love him, especially when he acts like a boy scout with his preparation. But when he pulls down his pants, I’m glad we didn’t waste time going to the truck. Because standing in front of me, in nothing except his underwear, is a real life man of my dreams.
How Kian can look the way he does and still choose to be with me is confusing. It makes no sense that this god-like man would choose the same man who broke his heart, but fuck, am I so thankful that Kian can look past my fuck ups and truly give us a chance at this again. I’ll spend everyday serving him on my knees if that’s what he asks of me.
The lace panties… I don’t even know if they’re called panties. It’s more like a scrap of fabric, barely covering his hard dick and tucking his balls up close to his body. He looks like a pin up doll.
