Under the Texas Sky

CHAPTER 58

TRENT

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

That's the only thing my brain can come up with as I watch Kian move the nightstand in front of the bed. I should be offering to help him. I don’t want him to hurt himself.

But the other part of me is stuck on the fact that I’m about to watch Kian like I’ve done so many times before. Here, in this room, in real time. My dick is hard as steel in my pants, and the friction of my jeans against it is testing my control. I know as soon as he starts with the request, it’ll be all over for me. I’ll be exploding in my pants in no time.

Kian nods his head, his messy array of curls bouncing with the movement. He looks pleased with himself.

He fiddles around by the bed for a minute, staring at it and gnawing on his bottom lip. I need to comfort him, reassure him that everything is okay, and whatever he’s about to do is going to be amazing.

However, if I walk over to him right now, I’ll force him down on the bed and choke on his cock until he’s coming down my throat.

“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or jealous or…” He trails off, not sure what else I could be feeling.

“Freckles, I want to see you so bad. I think I’ll die if I don’t."

His face flushes, and the lust in his eyes is blinding. We both want this, no matter how much we’re both trying to fight the attraction between us.

“Oh–okay.” He struts, with more confidence than he had a moment ago, and props his phone on the nightstand, carefully maneuvering it to where it will sit upright. “If you don’t like what you see, just tell me. This isn’t a live video, so I can edit out whatever I need to.”

That doesn’t help the issue in my pants at all. If anything, my dick gives a pathetic throb. Wanting and needing to get closer.

“Okay,” I say on a deep exhale. “Can you tell me what the special request is?”

“He just wants to see me jerk off. It’s a low maintenance one. I have some requests that are crazy and require planning.”

“So you just… have to record yourself jerking off, and he’ll pay you for that? Can’t he see it on your page?” There are lots… and I mean lots of videos of Kian on there. Not that I’ve watched them all. Okay, I totally have, probably more than once.

“He wants me to say his name while I do it.”

Oh, my heart gives a pitiful pang at that. I’m going to have to watch Kian as he says another man’s name while he gets off. Will I be okay with that? In truth, it doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should. I don’t feel jealous over their relationship, it’s just business. Nothing more. But it's the thought that this man will have my man saying his name.

This is what our life will look like though, and I have to be okay with it. One day, hopefully soon, he’ll be in my bed, moaning my name.

The jealous feeling recedes, and all that’s left now is the lust burning in my veins.

I smile at him and he smiles back.

He crawls onto the bed like the seductress he is. His half lidded eyes staring at the camera, begging the person on the other end of the phone to do dirty, dirty deeds to him.

Fuck, this is so much better than any porn I’ve watched. Kian is a natural, playing for the camera.

Kian kneels on the bed, ripping his shirt off quickly and showing off his amazing muscles, the dips and grooves he’s worked so hard for.

Counterproductive to how quickly he took off his top, he takes his time pulling down the edge of his pants. A flash of blue catches my eyes, the peek of lace against his pale skin.

I must make a noise because Kian’s eyes shift to mine. A hint of excitement and passion burning in his bright green irises.

He’s wearing.. lingerie under his pants. Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse.

The phone recording is completely forgotten as he stares at me, teasing me by pulling his pants down slow enough, I feel like I am being killed and reincarnated repeatedly. My dick is begging to be let free from my underwear, but I don’t give in to its plea. Not yet.

Kian finally gets his pants down his thighs, and he falls to the side to pull them off. When I see his bare legs, with the light dusting of blond hair, I’m done for. My blood is roaring in my ears. The soft, blue underwear perfectly frame his cock and balls, painting the picture of sensual sin.

He tugs the underwear to the side, showing off his hard cock while he keeps his eyes on mine. Out of my peripheral, I can see his hand tugging it and gently teasing the head.

Fuck. Fuck. I rub my hand over the outline of my dick in my jeans, trying to give it a small reprieve. It doesn’t work. It needs more. More. Fucking more.

Fuck it, this is Kian. If he doesn’t want it, he can tell me no, and I’ll immediately stop. But I need my mouth on him now.

I walk around the bed, our eyes locked until I kneel on the bed beside him.

“Tell me no,” I whisper, reaching my hand out to toy with his puffy pink nipple, the bud hardening under my touch. “Tell me no if you don’t want this, Ki.”

He doesn’t tell me no, instead he gives me the best sign of consent. He presses his mouth to mine, hard. Mumbling the word “Yes, yes, yes , ” with every swipe of his tongue against my mouth.

I should take this slow, shower him with love and affection.

My lust takes over. I push him onto his back, taking in the full image of his body with the blue lingerie.

“Fuck, this is so hot. You’re so fucking hot.” My voice is deep. The words cracking like fine porcelain and shattering my control. We agreed to talk and I know that we need to. This isn't the best thing for us to be doing right now, not without knowing where we truly stand. But I can't fight the temptation of his creamy skin, imagining it with red marks from my fingers and mouth devouring him.

“Please, Trent, please,” he pleads for me. I’m not sure what he’s begging for, and I don’t think he knows either.

I skip all the foreplay, and instead, grab his ankles in my hand, pressing them back until they’re by his ears. “Stay like this, Ki. Don’t move.”

He wraps his hand around the backs of his knees, listening to me, just like I knew he would.

“Good boy,” I moan out, dragging my tongue across the lines in his stomach and tracing them down to his groin. I rub my face against his dick in the material, feeling the softness against my cheek. His hard dick flinches against my face and I nuzzle the side of it. Taking in the provocative smell of his body and arousal.

“Did you wear these for me?” I trail my fingers along the crease of his groin, not touching his dick, but coming close enough to torment him.

“Yes, yes. Of course I did.”

I reward him by wrapping my hand around his dick in the panties and give him a hard stroke. His back arches off the bed and his hands white-knuckle the sheets. I peel them to the side, taking in his hard cock, the smooth skin of his balls, the soft skin of his ass, the pink pucker of his hole. He’s gorgeous.

I trace my tongue from the pucker of his ass to the head of his cock.

“Ohhh. Trent. Pl-please,” he moans, trying to grind his hips down onto my mouth. His stomach flexes with the effort, drawing my attention to the hard lines he's formed over the years.

“What is it, Freckles? Do you want my mouth here?” I tease him, blowing out a breath against his ass. His hole clenches around nothing and I take pleasure at the sight of his delirious need.

“Mpmmh-mmmhmm.”

“I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting then.” I grab a cheek in each of my hands and spread him wide. I swipe my tongue against his hole, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him to come apart on my mouth, just like I’ve been coming apart at the seams without him here with me.

I devour him like he’s my last meal, licking around his tight rim and scraping my teeth against the sensitive flesh. His hole quivers around my tongue, my own dick feels neglected, but I can’t focus on that while I have Kian falling apart on top of me.

I wrap my hand around his dick, smearing his precum up and down it to help it glide easier.

“Trent, Tr-trent. Please. I need more. I need you.” Kian breaks off his sentence with a loud moan when I twist my hand around the head of his cock like I’ve watched him do in so many videos before.

I pull my face from between his cheeks for long enough to tell him, “I need you to come, Freckles. I need you to come all over my hand and sit on my fucking face while you do.” The words are out before I process them, and when I do I realize I need him on my face more than I've ever needed anything.

I flip our positions, so I’m laying flat on my back and he’s hovering above me with his ass close enough for me to devour. I yank him down by his hips, feeling the pressure of his full weight on me. I shove my tongue into his hole, loosening him up with every jab. My nose is pressed into his crease and the only thing I can see from my position is his mess of curls bouncing with every move he makes.

“Fuck–Trent. OHH–ffuck. Mmmphm.” His moans are loud, echoing off the walls as he grinds down harder onto my face, and his dick pulses in my hand, spurting his cum onto my hand and onto my stomach. I slowly finish jerking him, making sure to get every drop out of him before I let go. His body twitches on top of mine with overstimulation.

I give him a few gentle licks on each cheek while he catches his breath and comes down from his high. He sags and rolls off me, staring at the popcorn ceiling of my guest room with a dazed expression.

“So, I take it that was good?” I tease, hearing the deep breaths he’s pulling into his chest.

He huffs a halfhearted laugh. Rolling over, he presses his head into my neck. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready to take care of you. I just need a break.”

I press a kiss against his head, feeling the contentment that I only feel around Kian. “Okay, Ki. Whatever you say.”

His breathing evens out, and in no time I hear the slight snores that he swears he doesn’t do, and I close my eyes. Waiting to see if dreams can match up to my reality now.