Under the Texas Sky

CHAPTER 71

TRENT

My breaths are choppy as he works the button of my jeans open. I’m staring at the top of his head in a trance, watching the breeze blow his curls around like a halo surrounding him. My personal avenging angel sent down from heaven just to tempt me.

I should be fighting this more. We’re in public for fucks sake, but my dick is too on board with the scenario that Kian painted. The thought of him on top of me, my dick inside of him while he loses himself in pleasure, is too tempting to argue.

“I don’t have lube, or a condom,” I blurt out, as I watch his hand go for the band of my boxers. The navy blue material contrasting against his tanned hand. I don’t want to risk hurting him since we didn’t come prepared. I’m not sure if he wants me to wear a condom, but I still want him to have a choice in the matter.

“Let me worry about all that. You just lie back.” His eyes are shiny, and the devilish smirk he has on his face is spelling bad news for me. But bad in the best way possible.

I keep my eyes on his, and he doesn’t look away as he tugs my boxers and pants down to my knees. The twigs and grass underneath me are not the most comfortable. We should have brought a blanket. We could have at least done this in the bed of my pick up truck where I have blankets.

“How bad do you want me?” Kian asks, breaking eye contact and staring at my dick like he’s starving and I’m a fresh piece of meat. “If you tell me, I’ll take it easy on you.”

Easy, what the hell does that mean?

I’m stunned into silence, and he takes that as an answer, shrugging his shoulders. “Suit yourself.” He twirls his tongue around the head of my cock and it flinches at the feel of his hot, wet mouth against it. I’ll never get over how Kian’s mouth feels on me. It’s something I went without and I’m not sure I'll ever know how I survived for so long without it.

He kisses underneath, teasing the pulsing vein that is my weakness.

“Fffuck, Kian.” I have to tuck my hands underneath my head so I don’t grab his hair and move him how I want him. This is his show, I’m just a very willing and eager participant. I can feel his hard dick pressing into my leg, and I need him. I need to taste him, like he’s tasting me. “Freckles, I need–”

He cuts me off by swallowing my balls into his mouth. The tight suction has me choking out a curse and thrusting my hips, fuck . He knows exactly how to tease me. I guess that’s my punishment, but there’s definitely worse ways to go.

I attempt to pull him up, but the stubborn ass keeps a tight grip on me. “Kian, please. I need to taste you. P-please,” I moan out when he lets my balls fall from his mouth, spit soaked and starting to cool off in the winter breeze.

“Didn’t I say I was going to do this to you? You didn’t have any complaints.”

I exhale deeply, trying to keep my brain on track with the rest of my body. “You can still do that, but I need you in my mouth, too.”

His eyes flash with heat, and I know he wants this as much as I want it.

"Yeah, we’re going to do it at the same time? And then you’re going to fuck me?” The word fuck coming out of his mouth should be illegal. I need to hear him saying that while he’s riding my cock, so deep that he feels like he can’t escape. The cuss word sparks a heat deep inside of me, the simple two syllable word he never uses echoing in my head.

“Yes, yes. Please. Anything you want.”

I can feel a quiver run through his body. He launches up, resting our hips together and smashing his lips onto mine. Nipping and biting and plundering my mouth until the only thing that exists in this moment is him.

Kian rocks his hips against mine, his pants creating a rough friction against my dick.

Panting into each other’s mouths, he breaks the kiss and stares down into my eyes. His bright green irises and dilated pupils are looking into my soul. The soul that he owns.

“Can you prep me, too? I don’t know how long I can last…” he says, trailing off.

Visions of him in his lace panties have my mouth watering. Fuck, fuck. I hope he has on a pair, specifically the ones that match his eyes.

“Yeah, I can do that, Freckles.”

He quickly stands, peeling his jacket and shirt off in one swoop, showing off his muscular frame filled with divots that I want to fill with water and drink directly from. Bending over at the waist, he takes off one shoe at a time and precariously balances so he doesn't get his socks dirty.

“Do you want to go back to the truck?” I ask, thinking it might make this easier on both of us.

He doesn’t say anything, instead tossing me a small pack out of his pocket. Lube. The little fucker came prepared. I love him, especially when he acts like a boy scout with his preparation. But when he pulls down his pants, I’m glad we didn’t waste time going to the truck. Because standing in front of me, in nothing except his underwear, is a real life man of my dreams.

How Kian can look the way he does and still choose to be with me is confusing. It makes no sense that this god-like man would choose the same man who broke his heart, but fuck, am I so thankful that Kian can look past my fuck ups and truly give us a chance at this again. I’ll spend everyday serving him on my knees if that’s what he asks of me.

The lace panties… I don’t even know if they’re called panties. It’s more like a scrap of fabric, barely covering his hard dick and tucking his balls up close to his body. He looks like a pin up doll.

“Turn around,” I demand, my voice husky with unbridled lust.

He obeys, because of fucking course he does. Two tanned, muscular globes are on display. The black material disappears between the cheeks of his ass, and then comes up to wrap around his prominent hip bones.

“Oh f-fuck.” My dick jumps, and I’m afraid that I’m going to come while he’s standing there with his back facing me.

Kian glances over his shoulder at me, and I expected a knowing smile on his face, but instead he looks… hesitant.

“Show me, I need to see you.” I can’t get enough words out to tell him what I want to see, but Kian doesn’t need my words. He knows.

He bends over, so much like he did when he was taking his shoes off, and I can’t hold back the groan that builds in my chest. His tight, pink hole is barely covered by the thin material.

“Come here.”

He unfolds himself, pulling himself to his full height as he stands over me. Staring down at me like he’s the prince, and I’m nothing but a peasant. It’s so fucking hot. Gracefully, he lowers himself onto my chest, his bare ass cheeks pressing into my chest.

“Turn around.”

He has a bashful smile, and I love that look on him. This is the man I love, and will love, with every breath I have. He obliges, presenting his ass to me, and bending over to take my hard cock into his mouth.

I spread his cheeks apart, taking in the pink pucker of his hole and just staring at it. Teasing my finger across the skin, I watch it tense and release. Spurred on by the reaction, I do it again. And again.

Kian chokes around the tip of my cock, tightening his throat around the sensitive head. Oh shit, I need to speed this along if I have any hopes of lasting.

My mouth replaces my fingers, and I wrap my palm around his cock, tugging on it in time with the thrusts of my tongue into him. Working him open and helping him relax until he’s fucking himself onto my face. My face is covered in my own spit. His hole is pliant now, enough that I can start to stretch him with my fingers.

I fumble for the lube packet, ripping it open and putting a small amount on my fingers. I want to conserve enough so my dick won’t hurt him.

I gently push in the tip of my finger and Kian moans, loudly, around my dick. Sending shockwaves through my balls and into the base of my spine. I grip his cheek hard in my free hand, the warning clear.

He pops off my dick, his words raspy from my cock down his throat. “Please, please. Trent. I need you. I need you in me so badly, I’m going to die.”

He’s dramatic, and I chuckle as I take a bite out of his cheek. The tender flesh too alluring to pass up on. I want him to walk around knowing that I’m the one who wrecked him. He’s going to be wearing my marks.

I press my finger all the way in searching for his prostate. I know I’ve found it when a loud moan bursts free from Kian. I take my time stretching him, so I don’t hurt him.

“Now. I need you inside me now,” he demands, trying to run away from the fingers I have in his hole.

I slowly pull them out, and he whimpers. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s trying to kill me at this point. “How do you want to do this?”

He sits his ass on my chest again, the muscles in his back flexing with every movement. I want to be able to see his face while I’m fucking him, but this is the first time he’ll be letting someone in his ass, so I need to go at his pace.

“Uhm–” He looks around for a moment, tilting his head from side to side, and I wish I could see his face.

"Stand up for me, just for a minute.”

Kian stands up, and I raise myself off the ground, feeling the pieces of dirt and grass sticking to my bare ass. I grab my clothes and his, making a quick makeshift pallet of our discarded clothes. I’ll take his to the dry cleaners tomorrow.

“Okay, now you can lie down.” I gesture at the pile of clothes, and he lies down, his hair lying flat behind him. I want to document this moment and keep it forever.

He holds his arms out, and I lay on top of him, enclosing him in my body’s warmth to help him fight off the cold. He kisses me everywhere he can reach, and when our lips touch, I know I’m well and truly fucked. The languid kiss is slow and sensual. Every brush of his tongue against mine, and our teeth clacking together with the need to devour one another.

“Are you ready, Ki?” I ask him, leaning back and staring at him. His eyes are glassy, and he nods confidently. “I’ll go slow, and if you want to stop, just say so,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Do you have a condom, too?” I wait for him to pull it out of his sexcapade bag where he kept the packet of lube.

But he shakes his head, his eyes staring intensely. “Do you want to wear a condom?”

Of course I don’t want to, but I will respect his decision if he wants me to. Oral sex and anal sex are different, and I don’t want him to ever be worried about what could happen, not after last time. “I’m tested.”

“Then it’s settled,” he says, waiting for me to argue. “I trust you, Trent. I love you so much.”

My eyes burn with unshed tears at his words, knowing that he loves me and trusts me. “I love you, Ki. So fucking much more.”

I rub the tip of my dick across his hole, feeling the slick lube that I prepped him with. Slapping it hard against his taint and the bottom seam of his balls.

“Trent–please,” he begs.

“Please what?” I taunt, reveling in the feel of him under me.

“Please fuck me,” he groans.

Guiding the tip of my dick to his hole, I wait for him to relax before pushing it in.

“Relax for me, baby,” I say, staring down at him and watching as he clenches his jaw in discomfort. He’s not telling me to stop, so I’ll wait patiently until he’s ready. “Bear down, it’ll make it easier,” I reassure him, rubbing my hand on the top of his thigh, feeling the tickle of hair there.

He clenches, doing the opposite of what I say.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I encourage, tracing patterns across his skin, hoping to soothe him. “You’re going to look amazing taking my cock.”

His hole relaxes a fraction, and I tilt my hips to push my tip in. Kian huffs, and I raise my eyes from where I’m trying to connect us to his.

“What’s wrong?”

He uses my distracted moment to fuck himself onto my dick, my dick entering him and popping past the sphincter of tight muscle. I freeze, my dick halfway in, and I start counting backward from a hundred so I don’t shove myself all the way to the hilt.

“Ohh-ouch,” he moans uncomfortably. His heat swallows my dick, but I can’t focus on that while he’s in pain.

“Deep breaths, Ki. In through your nose and out through your mouth,” I say. Because what the fuck else am I supposed to say? A better man would pull out, but I’m scared that if I pull out, it’ll hurt him. And I’ll come.

He follows my instructions, and when the tension eases in his face, I ask, “Do you want me to stop?” Concern laces my question, because taking care of him is my priority.

“Don’t you dare stop,” he grits out, clenching his hole around me.

I force my eyes shut in concentration. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re going to be the one hurt if you do not start fucking me.”

There’s that word again, the one that breaks my thread of control. I tilt back just enough, not removing the half of my cock already inside of him, and let a trail of spit fall out of my mouth and onto my cock.

The makeshift lube helps me thrust the rest of the way inside without a peep out of him. My balls rest against the crack of his ass. His dick has gone flaccid, and that won’t fucking do.

I wrap my hand around him, matching the rhythm of my hips, and slowly make him feel good. I’m not hitting his prostate, not from this angle, but as soon as I do, I know he’ll start enjoying himself.

Picking up my pace until my balls are thumping against him, and his dick is hard in my hand, I feel a tingle in the base of my spine coming way too soon.

I rotate my hips on my next thrust, bottoming out inside of Kian.

“Ohhh. Ohmygod. Ohmygod,” he mumbles, clenching tight.

Thank fuck. I focus on hitting that spot on every stroke, keeping my grip tight on his cock.

“Fuck, your hole is so amazing. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

He moans, his release spewing from the tip of his cock like a fountain. I slow my thrusts down, not willing to come yet. His body twitches and he’s staring at me with a lust-drunk expression. I bend over and kiss him, putting all of my love into it.

“Turn over,” I whisper into his ear, tracing the shell of it with my tongue and feeling his body shake.

When he’s turned over, with his ass in the air, all my blood is gone from my head. It’s strictly in my dick now.

“Arch your back, just a little bit more.” I grip him around his stomach, my arm making a band across his taut flesh. Holding him steady so he can’t run away from me. I push my dick inside him with ease.

My thrusts are quick, no rhythm whatsoever, just me chasing the pleasure that Kian has handed over to me on a silver platter.

“Tell me you love it. Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass,” I demand with a hard thrust.

He mewls, thrusting his hips back to meet mine. “I love it. I love your dick. I love you.”

My release bursts from me, like an atomic bomb going off and decimating everything in its path. Each pulse out of my dick has me moaning loudly, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down my cheek.

Fuck.

I knew sex with Kian would be earth-shattering, but the strong urge to cry is there, too. The strength of our combined releases flowing through me and breaking that last barrier of worry that I had.

“I love you, Kian. I love you. Yesterday. Today. Always,” I reaffirm to him, never wanting him to doubt my love and dedication to him.