Chapter 15
Drew
The chiming of my phone was such a cockblock.
I tried to ignore it, but the fourth time it chirped, I pulled off of Trent’s cock and let out an exasperated huff. “Seriously.”
Above me, Trent laughed, and I shoved the blankets back and sat up between his naked thighs. “If we didn’t have kids, I’d flush those fuckers right now.”
His eyes strayed down to the boner tenting my boxer briefs and lingered.
“Frat boy,” I whined, which was completely uncalled for, but I wanted my mouth back on him.
Trent chuckled, the throaty sound only making it worse, and flung out his hand to grab a phone and check the screen.
His loud laugh burst through the room, making me scowl. “What?”
“The GearShark article released,” Trent said, still staring at his phone.
“That was today?”
“Guess so,” he said. “Everyone’s sending photos of it out in the wild.”
“Who cares?” I said, eyes straying back to his dick. It was still hard, the tip shiny from my mouth, and—
“Lorhaven is pissed.”
I burst out laughing.
“Says he’s going to use his jazz hands and slap us into next week.”
“He’d have to catch me first,” I mused, settling back between his thighs and wrapping my fist around his girth.
He grunted, and I gave it a squeeze, pushing it up against his stomach to suck one of his balls into my mouth and tug.
His knees bent a little, so I sucked harder, making his feet draw up until they were flat on the mattress. A hot wave of lust shot through me, and I thrust against the mattress. Still gripping his cock, I released his sack to push my face between his cheeks.
Trent arched a little, making a sound before widening his legs to give me more room. Groaning, I settled in, lavishing his hole with my tongue.
“The cover turned out pretty good,” he said, his voice a little out of it.
I grunted in reply and kept licking while working his dick.
“They went with the one of me with my shirt open.”
I froze mid lick.
“You wanna see?”
I lifted my head just enough to look up the long length of his torso. Trent tilted the screen down so I could see the photo filling it.
And there we were.
Me in my track suit and him looking like a fucking thirst trap. But what was even better was the way that thirst trap was looking at me. Like I was all he saw.
I’m yours.
I grabbed the phone out of his hand and tossed it over the bed before diving between his legs, spearing him with my tongue.
He cursed, and I did it again. “Mine.”
He tried to laugh, but it turned into a drawn-out moan as I put my fingers where my tongue had been.
“I’m not sharing you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
I kissed my way up his dick and chest until I was over him. “I want you, T. I want you so bad.”
“You have me. Anytime you want.”
It had been a while since I topped Trent. Usually, I wanted him on me, over me. Everywhere. But just then, I felt the need to claim him even if he already was mine.
I lowered onto him, pressing us together from legs to lips.
His weight easily accepted mine, and though his body was hard, Trent was always a soft place for me to fall.
The kiss was deep and thorough, me inventorying everything about him that I already knew.
I’d been here a thousand times and likely would a thousand more, but no two times with Trent were ever quite the same.
Licking into his mouth, I shoved my hand under the pillow, feeling around for the hidden bottle of lube. I pulled back, ripping our lips apart to kiss across his jaw and into his neck. We moved together like an ocean wave, ebbing and flowing but our bodies in sync.
Our cocks slotted together between our bodies was the perfect friction, building the need inside me until I could think of nothing else.
Sliding down his body, I mouthed at him as I went, kissing, sucking, and nipping at every part of him I could touch as I settled on my knees between his thighs.
His cock jerked to the sound of the cap popping open, and I leaned over to slide him into the back of my throat. His moan was guttural and deep, the throbbing of his cock a rhythm against my tongue.
Leaving my lips around him, I poured some lube onto my fingertips and massaged it around his entrance, swirling my fingers in a circle until his hips were moving to the same tempo.
His breath caught when my finger breached him, and I pulled off his cock to sit up and watch the pleasure play over his face.
I loved him like this. My big, strong husband reduced to a shivering pile of want with flushed cheeks, hazy eyes, and kiss-reddened lips. His chest rose and fell heavily with his panting, and his hair was mussed from the way his head thrashed on the pillow.
When he was ready, I worked a second finger into him, both of us groaning at the way his body just sucked me right in.
“You are so hot like this, T,” I whispered, adding more lube to his ass and scissoring my fingers open.
Impatience created a second heartbeat inside me, demanding I get inside him faster.
“More, baby,” he murmured, pushing back on my fingers.
I curled them in, brushing over that textured spot inside him, and he let out a guttural sound. “That’s my spot,” I told him, sliding in a third finger. “That’s a place only I know how to find, only I know how to pleasure.”
“Only you,” he echoed, abs contracting.
I gave it another stroke, enjoying the way his body sang, before pulling out and pushing down my boxers to slick up my desperate cock.
He watched me stroke myself through half-slitted lids, gnawing on his lower lip like he wanted to beg.
“I love you like this,” I confessed. “My dominant husband on his back for me, legs spread, with a look of desperation glinting in your eyes.”
“I want you, Drew. Come over here and give it to me.”
My hands hit the mattress on either side of his body, and his hands curled around my forearms. I rocked against his prepped hole, reveling at the softness of his ring versus the granite of my head. “You ready?”
“Take me, Drew.”
I shoved in, claiming my rightful place inside him with a single stroke. Both of us groaned in bliss, and I dropped my head between my shoulders as a full-body shiver ran down to my toes. He was hot and tight, the grip on me possessive and unrelenting.
I pulled back and snapped my hips, forcing a grunt out of him that curled my toes. I started thrusting then, hammering into his body as though it were my life’s mission, all my attention condensed to the place our bodies intersected.
“Mine,” I growled, thrusting again and again. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Trent’s hips lifted off the bed, and I reached around to fill my palm with his ass. Between us, his dick bounced, slapping against his stomach, smearing everything it touched.
When he collapsed against the mattress, I fisted his cock and started jacking him to the tune of my thrusts.
“Drew.” He panted, body straining.
“Come on, frat boy,” I said, still working him inside and out. “Squeeze my dick with how hard you come.”
One final thrust and I hit his swollen prostate, making his mouth open, but no sound came out.
His body went stiff as his cock erupted, shooting ropes of white cum out across his chest and stomach.
His ass clenched so hard it triggered my orgasm, and I threw my head back and moaned into the ceiling as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me.
My eyes were open, but I stopped seeing, held prisoner by the intensity of the release.
When it finally let go, I collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his thick thighs around me, anchoring me against him. I was still buried inside him, and he squeezed his arms around me tight.
“I fucking needed that,” I murmured after a while, languid as hell.
His chest shook with silent laughter, and he kissed the side of my head. “Me too, baby.”
I snuggled a little closer, loving the sound of his after-sex voice.
Oh, who am I kidding? I loved the sound of his voice always.
“Let me see that magazine cover again,” I said, making no move to get off him.
“You threw my phone on the floor.”
I leaned over and grabbed my phone, flopping back into his chest.
He took it and unlocked it. “Here,” he said, holding up the photo.
I looked up, studying the colorful image for a few moments and then dismissing it to bury my face in his neck.
“Well?” he asked.
“You’re too hot.”
His laugh was loud around the bedroom. “Me? Did you see how you looked in that suit with all that blond hair?”
“As if anyone will notice with you standing there like Fabio with your shirt blowing in the wind.”
“Are you jealous?” he asked.
“No. I’m territorial.”
“Well, I’d say you just marked your territory.”
“Hmm, I did.” I agreed, feeling very proud of myself.
“I love this life,” he whispered, the words hitting me straight in my feels. “It’s better than I could ever have imagined.”
Every hardship we’d ever been through seemed like small potatoes compared to his happiness. Like the really small potatoes, ones not even suitable for fries.
“I love it too, T,” I whispered back. “Even more than French fries.”
The End
Not really. Turn the page for a Bonus Scene!