Page 32 of Stay A Little Longer
“I want to taste you.”
Formalities out of the way, Trent could do nothing but take a deep breath and give his consent. He wanted this. They both wanted this. He loosened his hold, not keeping Lance at bay a single moment longer.
And Lance practically pounced on him.
He licked the moisture at the head of Trent’s cock, making Trent groan and his head fall back to bang against the wall. He licked and lapped at him, getting him wet and then bringing his hands back into play. He stroked him and then cupped his balls. When he finally, finally, wrapped those sexy lips around the head and sucked, Trent cursed a blue streak and his hips jerked uncontrollably. Lance hummed around him and took more, took him deeper, picking up the pace, driving Trent out of his mind with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah, just like that.” He groaned out when Lance squeezed his tightening balls and hollowed his cheeks.
That earned him a brush of teeth against the underside of his head and his knees went momentarily weak before he caught himself. He grinned and tightened his hold on Lance’s hair again, enjoying the tease. Knowing the endearment had earned him the slight nip of pain and only wanting more.
God, he wanted more. Wanted all of this man. Wanted everything he could offer and more.
Lance was too good for Trent. Too kind and sweet and accepting. Trent would wreck him. He’d never had anything even remotely resembling a relationship and he came with a shit ton of baggage. Baggage that would catch up to him sooner rather than later. And he wouldn’t, couldn’t, risk dragging Lance into his media shitshow.
But as his balls tightened and his hips stuttered, as the dark-haired man that had somehow managed to wrap himself around Trent’s heart in just a day’s time, glanced up at him, their eyes meeting amid the pleasure, he knew there was no letting go of him now. Not now. Maybe not ever.
“Lance.” He groaned out his name as climax ripped down his spine and made him stutter, falter, and then explode.
Lance hummed and groaned with him. Licking at him. Swallowing down everything Trent gave him. He eased his approach as Trent softened and somewhere through his fog of pleasure filled euphoria he felt Lance kiss his head as he pulled away, planting sweet kisses across his thigh and nuzzling into the v between his groin and hip.
Trent stroked his hair reassuringly as he regained his bearings. It was just so damn good with Lance. And he hadn’t even fucked him yet. That thought pulled his eyes back open, lids heavy from his release. He pulled Lance’s head back so he could look at him and felt his spent cock twitch at the sight of him on his knees.
Eyes dark with pleasure. Lips swollen and red. Cheeks flushed. Sometime during the blowjob to end all blowjobs, he’d unzipped himself and gotten his free hand on his own cock. He’d come from jerking off and the idea that he’d gotten that much pleasure out of being on his knees for Trent, made his chest tighten again. Still, a strange sense of loss niggled in the back of his mind, making him wish he’d been on the receiving end of that orgasm. Made him feel possessive because it was his. Lance was his. And he wanted to be the one giving pleasure too.
“Bed. Now.” He growled, his voice thick and raspy.
Lance’s boyish smile inched upwards until those dimples popped, “Not sure either of us is quite ready for round two, superstar.”
“I’ll show you superstar.” He chuckled a laugh as he pulled Lance to his feet and hefted him around, all but melding his spent cock to naked ass as he forced them down the small hallway towards the bedroom. “You stole your orgasm from me so you’re gonna come for me again, Deputy. Understand?”
Lance’s grin warmed his heart, “Sir, yes sir.”
