Page 93 of Under the Texas Sky
My eyes burn with unshed tears at his words, knowing that he loves me and trusts me. “I love you, Ki. So fucking much more.”
I rub the tip of my dick across his hole, feeling the slick lube that I prepped him with. Slapping it hard against his taint and the bottom seam of his balls.
“Trent–please,” he begs.
“Please what?” I taunt, reveling in the feel of him under me.
“Please fuck me,” he groans.
Guiding the tip of my dick to his hole, I wait for him to relax before pushing it in.
“Relax for me, baby,” I say, staring down at him and watching as he clenches his jaw in discomfort. He’s not telling me to stop, so I’ll wait patiently until he’s ready. “Bear down, it’ll make it easier,” I reassure him, rubbing my hand on the top of his thigh, feeling the tickle of hair there.
He clenches, doing the opposite of what I say.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I encourage, tracing patterns across his skin, hoping to soothe him. “You’re going to look amazing taking my cock.”
His hole relaxes a fraction, and I tilt my hips to push my tip in. Kian huffs, and I raise my eyes from where I’m trying to connect us to his.
“What’s wrong?”
He uses my distracted moment to fuck himself onto my dick, my dick entering him and popping past the sphincter of tight muscle. I freeze, my dick halfway in, and I start counting backward from a hundred so I don’t shove myself all the way to the hilt.
“Ohh-ouch,” he moans uncomfortably. His heat swallows my dick, but I can’t focus on that while he’s in pain.
“Deep breaths, Ki. In through your nose and out through your mouth,” I say. Because what the fuck else am I supposed to say? A better man would pull out, but I’m scared that if I pull out, it’ll hurt him. And I’ll come.
He follows my instructions, and when the tension eases in his face, I ask, “Do you want me to stop?” Concern laces my question, because taking care of him is my priority.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he grits out, clenching his hole around me.
I force my eyes shut in concentration. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re going to be the one hurt if you do not start fucking me.”
There’s that word again, the one that breaks my thread of control. I tilt back just enough, not removing the half of my cock already inside of him, and let a trail of spit fall out of my mouth and onto my cock.
The makeshift lube helps me thrust the rest of the way inside without a peep out of him. My balls rest against the crack of his ass. His dick has gone flaccid, and that won’t fucking do.
I wrap my hand around him, matching the rhythm of my hips, and slowly make him feel good. I’m not hitting his prostate, not from this angle, but as soon as I do, I know he’ll start enjoying himself.
Picking up my pace until my balls are thumping against him, and his dick is hard in my hand, I feel a tingle in the base of my spine coming way too soon.
I rotate my hips on my next thrust, bottoming out inside of Kian.
“Ohhh. Ohmygod. Ohmygod,” he mumbles, clenching tight.
Thank fuck.I focus on hitting that spot on every stroke, keeping my grip tight on his cock.
“Fuck, your hole is so amazing. You’re going to make me come so hard.”
He moans, his release spewing from the tip of his cock like a fountain. I slow my thrusts down, not willing to come yet. His body twitches and he’s staring at me with a lust-drunk expression. I bend over and kiss him, putting all of my love into it.
“Turn over,” I whisper into his ear, tracing the shell of it with my tongue and feeling his body shake.
When he’s turned over, with his ass in the air, all my blood is gone from my head. It’s strictly in my dick now.
“Arch your back, just a little bit more.” I grip him around his stomach, my arm making a band across his taut flesh. Holding him steady so he can’t run away from me. I push my dick inside him with ease.
