Steam (Homecoming Hearts #4)(50)

Trent came back to him and hugged him close, inhaling deeply. “You smell like a man,” he said.

Ashby inhaled too. “So do you,” he muttered, shivering. Trent smelled spicy and tangy and sweaty and fucking delicious.

Trent’s cock was rubbing on Ashby’s stomach, leaking clear beads onto his happy trail. “I’ve gotten this cock plenty of places it shouldn’t have gone,” Trent said wickedly as he held the back of Ashby’s head for more scorching hot kisses. “If you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you so sweetly you’ll forget your own name.”

Ashby wanted to say something clever about making Trent scream it to remind him. But all he could do was surrender to the kisses and point weakly in the direction of the bathroom.

“Wash kit,” he said faintly. “Lube. Condoms. Get the things. The, uh, sex things.”

Trent chuckled and laid Ashby down on the cool wood. “You brought protection?” he teased as he hovered above him.

Ashby nodded earnestly. “Always. Go. Please.”

Trent laughed again, kissed him, then moved away to do as he was told.

“Don’t you go anywhere now,” he called over his shoulder. Ashby tore his gaze away from Trent’s perfect arse and nodded.

“Promise,” he said hoarsely.

Within moments, Trent was striding back out towards Ashby and the desk. His giant cock was wilting slightly, but Ashby was sure they could do something about that between them.

Trent may not have been with a guy before, but he was obviously extremely experienced, sexually speaking. He no longer had any sense of hesitation about him. He was in his element.

Once he’d placed the supplies down on the desk, he leaned over Ashby again, running his hands over his skin. “Everything okay down there, beautiful?”

Ashby could only nod as Trent unzipped his trousers and pulled them and the briefs down over Ashby’s still very hard cock. He lifted his hips so Trent could yank everything down, leaving them both totally naked. Trent wasted no time in stroking Ashby’s length, milking the precum from the sensitive head.

“Wow,” he said reverently.

“Is it okay?” Ashby asked, lifting his head a little to see. Fuck, that was an extremely hot sight.

Trent shook his head. “It’s gorgeous. Just like you.”

Ashby got a fit of the giggles and dropped his head back down with a thump. “You’re ridiculous,” he chided fondly.

“And you’re sexy as fuck,” Trent asked, giving his cock a firm squeeze. “Believe me yet?”

Ashby tried his best to temper his laughter. “No. Yes. Maybe,” he babbled. “Jury’s out. No brain function left. Only cock. Oh shit, Trent.”

Trent had obviously got distracted and decided to have a go at a blow job. With his hand still on the shaft, he sucked on the end of Ashby’s dick like a lollipop. “Always wondered what that was like,” he said, before doing it again.

Ashby gasped for air and tried not to thrust himself unashamedly down Trent’s gullet. This was his first attempt at giving head, so Ashby needed to be gentle, even if he desperately wanted to be deep throated.

“So good,” he stuttered. He only had a certain amount of restraint, so he couldn’t help but grab fistfuls of Trent’s thick locks. The hair was silky to his touch. “Holy shit, just like that.”

It was so tempting to consider coming then, inside Trent’s hot, wet mouth with his tongue lapping against his sensitive shaft. But they had this absolutely brilliant desk and it really would be a shame to waste it.

“Stop, stop,” he stammered.

“What’s wrong?” Trent asked, immediately concerned.

Ashby shook his head. “Nothing,” he said earnestly. “Too good. I’ll come if you keep that up.”

Trent grinned mischievously and stroked Ashby’s throbbing cock. “But I want you to come,” he said.

Ashby groaned and wriggled. “Said you’d fuck me,” he protested like the spoiled brat he was. “Now, Trent. I need you.”

Trent half-climbed the desk to get on top of him. His kiss was intense. Possessive. “I need you, too,” he murmured.

Ashby felt like he was vibrating as he watched Trent uncap the lube and squeeze out an impressive amount. He really did know what he was doing. He stroked at Ashby’s hole while he leaned over and kissed his stomach. Ashby couldn’t seem to stop mumbling and hissing anything that wasn’t ‘fuck’ or ‘oh my god.’

Trent didn’t hesitate as he pushed his middle finger in. Ashby concentrated really hard on relaxing and letting him in. He didn’t have time to spend ages on prep. He wanted Trent inside and fucking him as soon as humanly possible.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” Trent said, adding a second finger. Ashby had experienced guys calling him a slut or a whore at this point in the proceedings for how quickly he was able to stretch out. But Trent just appeared impressed. “See. I’ll fit,” he said triumphantly.

As Trent stroked his prostate, Ashby scrabbled at the desk, not finding anything to grip on to as he rutted shamelessly against Trent’s fingers. “Do it, yes,” he gasped. “I can take it. You need to be hard again. Do you need help? I can give you help.”

Trent laughed, deep and throaty. With his fingers still inside Ashby’s hole, he leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. “You’re so fucking cute, I could eat you.”