Page 31 of Stay A Little Longer
Lance groaned, “I want you too.”
“Then we should take this inside.”
“Yes. Inside. Yes.”
Trent groaned as Lance ground against him again and made no move to get up. To get off him. In fact, he snaked a hand between them and stroked Trent through his jeans. His hips bucks uncontrollably and he hissed.
“Damn.”
“I want this.”
“It’s yours, just… ahh…” He cursed when Lance unbuttoned his jeans, “Inside. We’re not doing this here.”
Lance ignored him, focused on his task at hand. Literally trying to fit his hand into Trent’s pants. Trying to get his hand around Trent’s cock.
“Damn it. No.” Trent growled and pushed himself upright.
Lance clung to him. Luckily. Or he would have gone plummeting to the ground. He managed to use one arm looped around Trent’s neck to stay upright. His legs locked around Trent’s waist. His free hand still down Trent’s pants.
“Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Lance nibbled on Trent’s jaw as he carried him towards the trailer.
It wasn’t exactly easy even if the trailer was only a handful of steps away. Not with two hundred pounds of pure, unadulterated, hot, hard male writhing against him. Not when, more than anything, he wanted to simply shove Lance up against the side of the trailer and take him, claim him.
But he wouldn’t risk it. Not with Lance. For Lance. He didn’t want to come out. And Trent wouldn’t risk outing him no matter how much he wanted him.
They slammed into the trailer, Lance’s hand working him as his tongue played a pattern down his neck. Trent groaned and scrambled to hold him up with one arm while he used his other hand to pull the door open. They stumbled up the stairs and Trent instantly propped Lance on the edge of the table.
To his surprise, the other man shoved him as soon as he shut the door behind them. Pushing him away instead of pulling him closer. Trent stepped back, suddenly confused, worried.
Had he gone too far? Too fast? Had Lance changed his mind? Did he…
“Oh fuck… Lance?!” He moaned when Lance shoved him in the chest again, pushing him back against the door and climbing off the table to drop to his knees.
His knees. Fuck. Oh, fuck.
Trent’s mind tripped, spun and then shut off. He should have pushed Lance’s hands away. He should have, before he’d unzipped him and jerked his jeans and briefs all the way to his ankles. Definitely before he circled his thumb over the bulging head of Trent’s cock, spreading the pre-come and using it as lube. Most definitely should have stopped him before he licked his lips and hummed against his skin.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His hands instantly went to Trent’s hair and he gripped it so hard he knew it must have stung like a bitch, “Lance, baby, wait, you don’t have to…”
“I want to.” Lance looked up at him from his knees, those dark eyes like midnight, his pupils blown, need pulling his every feature taunt, “I want to. Please.”
There was that word again. Please. And damn it, Trent was helpless with this man. Because he didn’t just want the pleasure, he wanted to give it to Lance too.
“I’m too close. I’ll come if you suck me.”
“I want you to.”
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He tightened his grip and licked his lips when Lance’s breathing hitched.
“I do but…” Lance bit his bottom lip and looked up at him from beneath those thick, dark lashes, “We have time for that right? You’re staying?”
Trent’s heart stuttered in his chest and he loosened his grip, stroking his fingers through Lance’s hair, soothing the burn he’d put on his scalp, “Yeah. I’m staying.”
“Good.” Trent’s lips twitched and his attention flickered back down to the cock he still held in his hand, “Condoms?”
“I’ve been tested and I haven’t been with anyone in… in a long time.”
