Page 92 of Under the Texas Sky
“Turn around,” I demand, my voice husky with unbridled lust.
He obeys, because of fucking course he does. Two tanned, muscular globes are on display. The black material disappears between the cheeks of his ass, and then comes up to wrap around his prominent hip bones.
“Oh f-fuck.” My dick jumps, and I’m afraid that I’m going to come while he’s standing there with his back facing me.
Kian glances over his shoulder at me, and I expected a knowing smile on his face, but instead he looks… hesitant.
“Show me, I need to see you.” I can’t get enough words out to tell him what I want to see, but Kian doesn’t need my words. He knows.
He bends over, so much like he did when he was taking his shoes off, and I can’t hold back the groan that builds in my chest. His tight, pink hole is barely covered by the thin material.
“Come here.”
He unfolds himself, pulling himself to his full height as he stands over me. Staring down at me like he’s the prince, and I’m nothing but a peasant. It’s so fucking hot. Gracefully, he lowers himself onto my chest, his bare ass cheeks pressing into my chest.
“Turn around.”
He has a bashful smile, and I love that look on him. This is the man I love, and will love, with every breath I have. He obliges, presenting his ass to me, and bending over to take my hard cock into his mouth.
I spread his cheeks apart, taking in the pink pucker of his hole and just staring at it. Teasing my finger across the skin, I watch it tense and release. Spurred on by the reaction, I do it again. And again.
Kian chokes around the tip of my cock, tightening his throat around the sensitive head. Oh shit, I need to speed this along if I have any hopes of lasting.
My mouth replaces my fingers, and I wrap my palm around his cock, tugging on it in time with the thrusts of my tongue into him. Working him open and helping him relax until he’s fucking himself onto my face. My face is covered in my own spit. His hole is pliant now, enough that I can start to stretch him with my fingers.
I fumble for the lube packet, ripping it open and putting a small amount on my fingers. I want to conserve enough so my dick won’t hurt him.
I gently push in the tip of my finger and Kian moans, loudly, around my dick. Sending shockwaves through my balls and intothe base of my spine. I grip his cheek hard in my free hand, the warning clear.
He pops off my dick, his words raspy from my cock down his throat. “Please, please. Trent. I need you. I need you in me so badly, I’m going to die.”
He’s dramatic, and I chuckle as I take a bite out of his cheek. The tender flesh too alluring to pass up on. I want him to walk around knowing that I’m the one who wrecked him. He’s going to be wearingmymarks.
I press my finger all the way in searching for his prostate. I know I’ve found it when a loud moan bursts free from Kian. I take my time stretching him, so I don’t hurt him.
“Now. I need you inside me now,” he demands, trying to run away from the fingers I have in his hole.
I slowly pull them out, and he whimpers. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s trying to kill me at this point. “How do you want to do this?”
He sits his ass on my chest again, the muscles in his back flexing with every movement. I want to be able to see his face while I’m fucking him, but this is the first time he’ll be letting someone in his ass, so I need to go at his pace.
“Uhm–” He looks around for a moment, tilting his head from side to side, and I wish I could see his face.
"Stand up for me, just for a minute.”
Kian stands up, and I raise myself off the ground, feeling the pieces of dirt and grass sticking to my bare ass. I grab my clothes and his, making a quick makeshift pallet of our discarded clothes. I’ll take his to the dry cleaners tomorrow.
“Okay, now you can lie down.” I gesture at the pile of clothes, and he lies down, his hair lying flat behind him. I want to document this moment and keep it forever.
He holds his arms out, and I lay on top of him, enclosing him in my body’s warmth to help him fight off the cold. He kisses me everywhere he can reach, and when our lips touch, I know I’m well and truly fucked. The languid kiss is slow and sensual. Every brush of his tongue against mine, and our teeth clacking together with the need to devour one another.
“Are you ready, Ki?” I ask him, leaning back and staring at him. His eyes are glassy, and he nods confidently. “I’ll go slow, and if you want to stop, just say so,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Do you have a condom, too?” I wait for him to pull it out of hissexcapadebag where he kept the packet of lube.
But he shakes his head, his eyes staring intensely. “Do you want to wear a condom?”
Of course I don’t want to, but I will respect his decision if he wants me to. Oral sex and anal sex are different, and I don’t want him to ever be worried about what could happen, not after last time. “I’m tested.”
“Then it’s settled,” he says, waiting for me to argue. “I trust you, Trent. I love you so much.”
