Steam (Homecoming Hearts #4)(51)

“Next time,” Ashby promised. “Cock in arse, now. Please,” he added on impishly.

He raised his legs up and grabbed his knees, exposing himself for Trent to take full advantage of. Trent took the hint, slipping his fingers out and reaching for the condom. Ashby waited as patiently as he could while Trent stroked himself hard again then rolled the condom down.

As Trent pressed his thick tip to Ashby’s entrance, they both gasped. Ashby was quaking and dripping with sweat. Trent was using both hands to hold Ashby’s arse cheeks apart, and he squeezed and massaged the flesh as he slowly pressed in further.

“Holy fuck, Ashby,” he said. “You feel so good.”

Even though it burned, Ashby had to agree. Trent felt amazing. He and Gordon hadn’t had sex in several months now, much to Ashby’s relief. He hadn’t quite appreciated how much he’d missed it.

“Yes, that’s it, fucking Christ, fill me up with that giant cock,” he jabbered. He didn’t care what he was saying, he just needed Trent to find his prostate again and destroy him.

Together, they managed to get Ashby to take Trent, Ashby gnashing his teeth against the burn. He wanted this so badly, he just had to remind his body of that fact. Now that he was inside, Trent cradled the back of Ashby’s neck and rubbed up and down his flank.

“So good,” he said over and over. “So good. That’s it, almost there.”

When Trent bottomed out, they both shuddered and cried out as one. “Yes, yes,” Ashby blathered, nodding his head. He could feel Trent rubbing up against his sweet spot once more. “Go, ride me. Want it. Want you.”

Trent was cautious to begin with. It was a strangely gentlemanly consideration. But soon the carnal lust overtook them both, and they were thrusting and pounding so hard the desk was squeaking and probably in danger of coming apart.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Trent yelled.

At least they only had one room next to them to worry about. Ashby hoped their neighbors were still out partying at the wedding.

He was soon beyond caring, though. His orgasm was building and lights were dancing in front of his eyes. “I’m going to…” he uttered, wrapping his hand around his cock to finish the job.

At least he tried. Trent batted him away and began to jerk him mercilessly in time to his thrusts. “Wanna watch you come, gorgeous,” he said. “Come for me, let go.”

Ashby threw back his head and wailed. His entire body convulsed as his climax ripped through him and he spurted hot cum all over himself.

“Fuuuuck,” Trent hissed, stretching out the word as he slammed the last few times into Ashby’s trembling body. Then he arched his back, his fingers digging into Ashby’s hips as he came. “Ashby,” he yelled, filling the condom with his seed.

Ashby lay panting as Trent staggered. He didn’t withdraw just yet, though. He looked down at Ashby and brushed back the damp hair from his forehead.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

Ashby blinked. “I just got shagged senseless,” he managed to say with a weak smile. “You’re the one who just had sex with a man for the first time. Are you okay?”

Trent laughed and slowly eased himself free. As they were by the desk, the wastepaper basket was right there, so he was able to peel off the condom and dispose of it effectively. They were both still sticky messes, but Ashby didn’t care.

All he cared about was that Trent leaned over and gathered him up in his arms for a cuddle, just the way he liked. “I’m good,” he mumbled into Ashby’s hair. “You feel like sharing that bed tonight?”

Ashby’s heart ached with happiness. He nodded and let himself be led away from the carnage and over to the massive four-poster bed. Trent managed to snatch a box of tissues along the way so they could mop up before slipping under the sheets.

Ashby watched Trent carefully as they turned off the lamps, plunging the room into almost total darkness. But as his eyes became accustomed to the gloom, Ashby could make out his lover’s face again.

A tiny part of him worried that Trent wasn’t completely okay with what they’d just done. In his experience, though, it was easier for guys to wrap their heads around doing the fucking rather than being the ones getting fucked. So, maybe he’d be all right. Ashby caressed the side of Trent’s face as they lay side by side with their heads on the pillows.

Trent reached up and gently wrapped his fingers around Ashby’s hand to stop him, then kissed the palm. “I’m great, I promise,” he whispered. “Stop worrying. We can talk in the morning, if you want?”

Ashby did want that, very much.

With the promise of clearing a few things up, he allowed Trent to pull him close so he could rest his head on Trent’s expansive chest. He could hear his heartbeat and his breathing as sleep quickly enveloped him.

Ashby’s last thought before he drifted off was that he felt so very safe.





21





Ashby





A clattering noise startled Ashby awake. He was in an unfamiliar bed with his heart racing as he scrambled to pull the covers around him. He was naked. He was sore.

Slowly, he released the breath he’d been holding as wonderful memories came flooding back to him. It was okay. He’d been with Trent last night. It had been beyond fantastic. The soreness he was experiencing only served as a reminder of their time together. So rather than let it bother him, Ashby squirmed his arse a little bit and enjoyed the slight stinging sensation.