Page 85 of Under the Texas Sky
“Journaling, I like journaling now. I wrote to you every day you were gone.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt, leaning across the console to fumble with the button on the top of his blue jeans, keeping me away from my reward.
“What are you doing?” he says. “Sit down and buckle up. Now.”
Nope, absolutely not. He can’t say these things and not expect me to want to show him how grateful I am for him in the way I know best.
“You better keep your eyes on the road, and if you wreck, just know that I’ll probably accidentally bite your dick off. That’ll be your incentive to be extra safe while I’m down here.” I get his pants unbuttoned, and his boxers pulled down enough to free his cock from the tight confines. “Can you be extra loud for me too? I want to live vicariously through you right now, Sunshine.”
Maybe one day he’ll give me road head. God, that sounds like such a dream. I choke him down to the back of my throat and make sure to give him the best blow job of his life, while he protects my head from hitting the steering wheel. There’s not much I can do except bob up and down on his shaft, making sure to keep my suction tight. I flatten my tongue to trace across the vein on the underside of his cock, and moan when I come back up. The salty taste of his precum coats my mouth and I’m in heaven.
His hand tightens in my hair, not holding me down but supporting my head. “Fuck, Ki,” he moans, and I feel the truckjerk a little bit. A thrill zings through my veins, knowing that my life is literally at Trent’s mercy.
I gag on his dick, spit trickling from my mouth and forming a little damp spot on his underwear.Whoops.
“Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop,” he moans, lifting his hips to meet my mouth. I lick up his crown, lapping at his tip with soft, teasing touches.
“You’re going to make me come,” he says, and his voice is deep, coated in lust. His hands travel to my ass, firmly gripping a cheek in his palm. His hips are thrusting faster, and I know he’s getting close.
I double down, sucking his dick all the way into the back of my throat and swallowing around the head, breathing deeply through my nose through the need to gag.
“Oh–mphmmm fuck. God fucking damnit, Ki. You suck my dick so good.”
Hearing his praise while his release shoots down my throat reminds me just how good he is at giving words of affirmation.
I forgot how much fun it was having Trent as my boyfriend.
???
We get to the fancy restaurant, a line of cars waiting for valet. Mixes of Mercedes, Maseratis, and other over the top expensive cars. I already feel like I don’t fit in, but seeing the suits and long dresses couples are wearing tells me that I will definitely not fit in here with my casual clothing.
“Why did you tell me to wear this when we were coming here? I’m seriously so underdressed,” I shriek, double checking thecorners of my lips to make sure I don’t have any of Trent’s release painting my mouth.
“Ki, you look amazing. Trust me?”
Damnit, how can a grown ass man, with big muscles, still manage to pull off puppy dog eyes so well? He’s too hot for his own good, and he obviously knows I’m going to trust him, even if I’m insecure about myself.
“You know I do.”
Trent veers to the back of the parking lot, where the cars are sparsely spread out across the wide pavement. No one is out here, and I would rather park back here than wait in line for valet. That seems stressful.
“Wait a second, Freckles, I’m going to open the door for you. I have a surprise waiting inside.” He turns the ignition off, and comes around to my side to open my door. Offering his hand, he helps me out of the truck like I’m a princess being escorted by her Prince Charming.
Trent walks us to the back door that saysEmployee Entrance Only.
“Uhm–”
I’m cut off by Adam opening the back door. He claps Trent on the shoulder and glances at me beside Trent. He offers me his hand, politely, so different from that day at the gym. “I’m not sorry for trying to protect Trent, but I am sorry that I was an asshole.”
Trent scoffs lightly, and the teasing eye roll he gives warms me.
“That’s okay. We can still be friends,” I offer, trying to bridge the gap. Because I can’t blame him for wanting to protect Trent from being hurt, and I respect Adam a hell of a lot for it.
Maybe I should set him and Hunter up on a date? They’d be cute in that way that some couples on social media look like siblings. I’ll have to run the idea by Trent first to make sure he’s okay with his ex moving on with his best friend. But he has me, so he should be fine.
Adam ushers us into the building. The hustle of workers can be heard through the brick wall. Adam makes sure the door is shut and leads us down a hallway to the base of a spiral staircase.
“It’s all set up. Good luck.” Adam slaps Trent on the back, and then rubs his hand across my shoulder as he walks by.
