CHAPTER 65
KIAN
We agreed to go slow, and I’ve never hated an agreement more. I want to be in Trent’s bed, by his side, annoying the ever loving crap out of him from the moment he wakes up until he goes to sleep. And then in his dreams, just to make sure he doesn’t forget about me even for a minute.
Two nights ago was when I confessed my feelings to Trent; that no matter how much either of us fucks up, the two of us are end game. He’s stuck with me until the end of time. Probably longer than that, if I have any say.
We finished our date by watching Law and Order: SVU and trying to figure out the ending before it happens. Does it make a difference that we’ve both seen all of them, so we know what’s happening? No, it does not make a difference. The feeling of being wrapped in Trent’s arms and hearing his pulse pound in my ear made our time apart worth it. We came back together in the most beautiful way: the true love we have for one another.
Trent asked me on a date for tonight, like actually asked me. By leaving a bouquet of flowers, in a pretty crystal vase, by the door of my hotel room with a note.
Dinner tonight, I’ll pick you up at 6. Wear your black skinny jeans with the holes in the knees, a long sleeve shirt, and pretty underwear ;)
Yours, Trent 3
I jumped up and down on my bed for a solid five minutes until I collapsed in a fit of limbs, and then I was still twitching in excitement.
He’s taking me on a date. We’re going out together. On a date.
The shower water cascades down my back, the warmth of it not helping my erection at all. I got in at five on the dot, and I have an alarm set for five thirty so I can make sure to pace myself. I’ve already shaved and cleaned myself, so really, I have plenty of time.
You know what? I deserve it. And it’ll make great content for my OnlyFans.
God, the flashback of what happened last time streaks through my mind, and my hole pulses in response. The feel of his mouth on me, licking and biting. The rough of his stubble scraping against my cheeks and creating hot friction.
My dick thickens and bobs heavy between my legs. I’ll make it quick.
I’ll save recording content for another time.
Soaping up my hand, I rub myself from base to tip in gentle slides, teasing myself with what’s to come. The flesh is hot in my hand, and my nerve endings are on fire when I twist my palm across my swollen head, watching as a drop of precum beads on the tip.
I pull it down, and let it sling back up, slightly smacking against my stomach. The sound echoes off the walls, and I moan from hearing it. If I focus hard enough, I can picture Trent on his knees in front of me. Wet hair pushed back off his forehead while he stares up at me through his eyelashes. Sticking his tongue out so I can slap my cock against it.
Hearing him moan and feeling the vibrations of it against the sensitive underside of my dick. Trent rubbing my balls in his palm while he trails his other fingers across my taint and to my hole. Pressing the tip in, and the slight burn from the intrusion. Throat constricting around the head of my cock, pulling every moan from deep in my chest until I’m mumbling nonsense and begging him not to stop.
My hand speeds up around my cock, jerking in earnest now, and not caring about drawing this out. I need to come. I need to paint the shower wall with my release the way I want to paint Trent’s face. Claiming him as mine, covering him in me so he knows who he belongs to.
My cock jerks and spills, the aftershocks making my knees weak. I have to steady myself with my palm against the slick wall.
Well, that should tide me over until our date is over. Maybe I won’t maul him as soon as I answer the door.
I lied. When I answer the door, Trent’s standing there, looking downright sinful in the tight fitting light colored blue jeans and black button down shirt with pearl buttons, and I’m a freaking goner. I need him to bend me over the bed right now and pound into me until I forget my own name. But that’s not what this is about. This is about us dating and being intentional in our thoughts and feelings toward one another.
But why does he have to look so freaking good doing it? Can he not tell how much he is tempting me right now?
The smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing, the freaking jerk.
“Hi,” he says,
“Hi,” I say breathlessly. My smile is wide, and I can feel an ache in my cheeks from it.
“Can I come in?” he asks, and I realize that I’ve been too busy ogling him to step aside and let him enter the hotel room.
But if I let him in now, any chances of us going on our date tonight will be vanquished. And I really want him to take me on this date.
“That’s probably not a good idea,” I say, looking up at him and tilting my head slightly to the side.
“And why is that?” His tone is innocent, but I don’t believe it for a second.
“Because then we’ll miss our date, and I’ll be sad.”
“Well, I can’t have that. Are you ready?”
I nod my head quickly and step closer to him so I can shut the door behind me. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”