Page 71 of Under the Texas Sky
"It's getting late..." I hedge, not wanting to ruin this good night with depressing conversation.
“Do you want to come over tomorrow? I can make us dinner, and we can sit in my living room and talk more?” Trent asks me.
Tonight has been perfect and exactly the lighthearted date we needed before we dive into the deep stuff. This gave him the chance to run away, and he’s not. He’s choosing me, he’s choosing to stay.
“Yes,” I answer excitedly.
My phone chooses that exact moment to ding.
What the heck?
I pull it out, and my face pales as I stare at the notification.
Trent notices, because of course he does. “What’s wrong?” His concern is palpable.
Truth.
Honesty.
“It’s… it’s my OnlyFans… I had a special request come in.” My face is bright red, and I can’t look Trent in the eyes when I say this. But that was the agreement when we sat down for this date. The truth, no matter how awkward, ugly, or bad it is. I can’t tell if I’m more embarrassed that he knows I have an OnlyFans or that now he knows I make custom content.
“Do you need to go?” he asks me, reaching across the space in between us to take my hand in his. The feel of his rough andcalloused hands against my smooth skin, speaks to the time between us.
I have to hold back my gasp from the train derailment my mind takes.
No, bad Kian.Bad Kian’s dick. We’re not rushing into sex with Trent. We need to go slow and take our time.
I shake my head and put my phone back facedown on the pillow beside me, ignoring the next ding that comes through. I know who it is. It’s the person who requested the content, messaging me to make sure I got it.
Dang it.
“You can answer it, I don’t mind,” Trent offers, the saint that he is.
This is supposed to be our date. Our time together where we hash out our issues and figure out how to fix them. Not me abandoning him to go film content.
“Are you sure?” I hedge, because if he’s not comfortable with me doing sex work, I don’t know how this thing between us will go. I make a majority of my money from modeling, but OnlyFans supplies me with my nest egg. It’s the one thing that keeps me sane in knowing that even if everything went to shit tomorrow, I would still be able to live a stable life.
“Of course. I don’t care that you do OnlyFans.” His face flames the prettiest shade of pink, and the hint of stubble on his cheeks makes for a delectable picture of hotness.
“Truth?” he asks, the one word raising my hackles.
I nod, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my neck. It’s cold as hell in the bed of the pick up, with only the blankets andour own body heat to keep us warm. The perspiration is from nervousness.
“I’m a subscriber to your OnlyFans,” he rushes out in a low tone.
My eyes bulge out of my head, and I open and close my mouth a few times looking for the right words.
The idea of Trent watching me shouldn’t turn me on. It shouldn’t. But my dick is thickening in my pants. Thank god I had the foresight to tuck it into my waistband, or I’m sure it would be tenting the thin material. The thin material that is currently constricting it from living its best life in the open. Well, not the open. Preferably in my hand while Trent fucks me. Or in his ass while I fuck him. My dick isn’t prejudiced, not when it comes to Trent.
“I know, it’s weird,” he rushes out quickly in my stunned silence. “I’m sorry, but I followed you on Instagram, and then you were constantly posting about it. I had to see you, even if it was through a screen. I needed anything I could get. I was so desperate.”
Oh. My. God. The tip of my dick is slick with precum, and I feel the material against the skin getting moist. I’m going to come in my pants if he keeps talking.
“No–” I clear my throat, hoping he can’t hear the tremor of lust in it. “No, it’s okay. I’m… glad you’re subscribing. Did you see anything you liked?”
This is a dangerous road that we should not be going down. Not until we talk. Not after everything we’ve been through, but that message is not making it to my dick, who is keyed up and waiting impatiently.
“I liked… watching you. Hearing your moans and watching while you fucked yourself on those dildos. You were sexpersonified. So hot. I wanted you so badly after I watched. It was a tease watching you and knowing I could never have you.” His eyes are glassy and his pupils are blown. It looks like he took a hit of a drug, but it’s just his reaction to being turned on. I’m sure if I looked in a mirror, I would look the exact same way.
