Page 30 of Stay A Little Longer
That finally earned him a small smile, some of the tension drained out of Lance’s handsome features and he nuzzled closer into the touch when he whispered, “I like you too.”
Aww, fuck it. He was too adorable. Too fucking irresistible.
Trent dragged Lance’s face towards his and took his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. He felt like a kid with a crush. He wanted to be touching Lance all the time. Constantly needed to kiss him. Loved hearing that Lance liked him too.
Lance kissed him back, that soft little moan coming from deep in his throat, the one that drove Trent absolutely crazy. He couldn’t help himself. Didn’t seem to have control over his actions. Not when he had Lance so close. He pulled again, dragging the man into his lap. Again. And Lance came willingly. Again. All but crawling over to straddle him.
It was Trent’s turn to groan as Lance settled into his lap. He felt so good there. Felt so right there. He wrapped his arms around Lance’s waist and pulled him in tighter, closer.
God, he always wanted him closer. Wanted his scent all over him. Imprinted on him. Under his skin. Lance was under his skin and still he wanted him closer.
Lance opened for him when his tongue traced his lips. Trent stroked deep, claiming, possessing, loving the way Lance responded to him. His hands were in Trent’s hair, pulling, as he sucked on Trent’s tongue. Trent palmed his ass, his perfect, gorgeous ass that fit his palms so damn well and tilted him up until their erections pressed together through the barriers of their jeans.
“Ah, fuck, yes.” Lance broke the kiss on a gasp.
Trent sucked in a lungful of air and logic as Lance began trailing kisses down his throat. The feel of Lance’s stubble on his sensitive skin was distracting as hell and he gave into the urge to tilt his head back and enjoy the sensations it sent cascading through his every nerve ending. He closed his eyes and felt the magic of want fill his blood, make him hard, make him want more.
And then he forced his eyes back open and moved his hands to Lance’s face, urging the other man back. Lance whimpered which was so damn cute Trent chuckled. There wasn’t a damn thing adorable or cute about a six foot three, muscular man with dark, mysterious eyes and secrets galore and yet, Trent couldn’t describe him any other way. Adorably irresistible. Because he knew, just knew, that Lance was only like this with him.
“Shhh…” He nuzzled Lance’s swollen lips, “Hold on.”
“Why?” Lance ground their hips together and Trent had a momentary flash of spanking that cute ass of his if he didn’t listen.
Jesus, when had he ever wanted to spank a man? Never. The answer was never. He wasn’t that kinky. Hell, he was pretty damn vanilla considering all the hiding he’d had to do just to get a man in his bed. But something about Lance pushed at his every button, unleashed everything he’d restrained for years.
He wanted to dominate. Not just top. Wanted to control. Own. And he wanted it to be Lance.
He forced Lance’s eyes to meet his, “We’re outside. Is this okay?”
Lance’s lust fogged eyes cleared just a little and he looked around. He stiffened slightly but then he forced his eyes back to Trent. He licked his lips and gave a curt nod, as if it took all his courage to let this happen.
“Yeah.”
“Lance...” He said cautiously.
“There’s nobody around for miles. It’s fine.” Lance twisted his hips again and nuzzled Trent’s mouth, “Kiss me. Please.”
Trent was a complete sucker. He might as well get it stamped on his forehead. Because all it took was that one pleading word and he was helpless to do anything but give this man what he wanted.
He kissed him. He had to. He kissed him and groaned when Lance was the one to deepen it this time. His tongue flicked out against Trent’s lips, licking and playing. When Trent tried to capture it, he dodged and retreated, drawing Trent’s tongue into his mouth and sucking on it like Trent wanted him to suck something else.
“Oh God…” He groaned when Lance broke away enough to shove at his t-shirt, trying to strip him, “Baby, wait…”
“Told you. I’m. Not. A. Baby.” Lance growled and bit the tendon between Trent’s neck and shoulder.
A shudder ran through him, pain and pleasure overwhelming him for a moment. Fuck. Fuck that felt good. He liked Lance pliant and needy. But he liked this too. That attitude of his. His insistence on not being called baby, which only made Trent more enamored with the endearment.
“And I told you…” He pulled Trent’s hair, hard, making the other man moan, “When you’re mine, you’re my baby.”
Lance bit his lip, his eyes darting from Trent’s down to his lips and back again, “When I’m yours?”
“Yeah.” Trent raised an eyebrow. “You got a problem with that?”
“No.” Lance swallowed hard and shook his head, “I… I think I… I’d like that.”
Damn that felt good. Trent smiled and then smiled wider when Lance grinned at him shyly. Those goddamn dimples were his now. Lance was his. For as long as he stayed or maybe even longer than that. He couldn’t think that far ahead. Not right now. Right now, all that mattered was that Lance was his, here, tonight.
“Mmm. Good.” Trent popped Lance’s lip free of his teeth and kissed him gently. “That’s real good, baby. Because I want you.”
