#Junkie (GearShark #1)(67)

He felt the same, because after a few moments, he pulled his hand free and tugged my hip. “Roll over.”

I moved immediately and helped him pull my shorts and boxers down so I could abandon them somewhere between the covers.

Trent grabbed my hip and jerked me forward. My lower half collided with his. My bare, hard dick rubbed against the fabric of his shorts and brushed against his covered hard-on.

We thrust closer as our lips met in a hungry kiss. Our tongues plunged into each other as we humped each other. Trent’s hand settled over the side of my face and held me as we made out, eventually dragging down my jaw and to my neck. He sucked and bit at the skin, making me so hungry for more.

I reached for the waistband on his boxers and started tugging at them impatiently. He let go of me long enough to abandon the fabric, allowing his own cock to spring free.

I went for it immediately, wrapping my hand around it and going back for his lips. We kissed each other everywhere we could reach, without having to release the other’s erection. The amount of heat we generated practically sizzled my skin. We both hummed with need until both our cocks were weeping pre-cum onto the sheets.

Trent moved first, grabbing my hips and pulling me against him. Our lower half matched up well, and we thrust into each other, bumping and rubbing our dicks together.

“Damn,” Trent moaned and took both of us into one of his hands. He jacked us both at the same time, causing breath to hiss from between my lips. I rolled on top of him, pinning our cocks between our bodies, and kissed him fully on the mouth.

He was moving erratically now, thrusting against me faster, so I slid down his body, kissing all the way down to his scrotum.

“I’m not gonna last,” he groaned as I settled between his legs.

I dragged one finger up his taint just beneath his balls, and he shuddered. So I took it one step further and licked the same area and then gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth.

He muttered a few incoherent curses that made me feel like I was awesome, and it spurred me on. Since he was so close to orgasm, I played with his balls, kissing and sucking, and then I kissed the base of his shaft. I licked and kissed his taint a few more times, enjoying the way he trembled, but I didn’t go any lower.

I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for that. Yet.

Trent’s powerful legs were actually shaking when I finally took him into my mouth. Just the tip at first, really working it and making sure it was good and slick. Then I clamped my lips around him and slid down, settling into a steady sucking motion.

“Now!” The word ripped out of his mouth, sounding kind of like a prayer, and with one last-minute decision, I sucked a little deeper.

I felt him fighting it, trying to hold back and give me a minute to release his cock. But I wasn’t going to. I wanted to feel him spill across my tongue.

On instinct, I did what I could to send him over the edge and dragged the pad of my thumb down his taint and quickly caressed his puckered hole.

With a shout, he exploded, his warm, slightly salty cum spurted across my tongue. I drank him down as he moaned into a pillow. The sounds he made and the aftershocks jolting his body only heightened my own throbbing arousal.

Before letting his softening dick go completely, I licked over the tip one last time. I raised my head to look at him, but all I saw was the white pillow he was pressing over his face.

I chuckled and lifted it. “Everything okay under there?”

“You…” His eyes dropped to my lips.

“Yeah, I did.”

He shot up into a sitting position and grabbed my hips. “My turn.”

I wasn’t about to turn down a blowjob. Especially not from him. His powers of deep-throating were the stuff books should be written about.

On second thought, I didn’t want anyone to know how f*cking fantastic he was at sucking cock. That was only for me.

I was already so worked up from the make-out session, the dry humping, and the feel of him jacking us both at the same time, I lasted less time than a virgin teenager.

T barely had time to wrap his mouth around me before I was shooting my load right across his tongue.

Yeah, he swallowed this time.

Fucking almost made me hard all over again.

We didn’t leave the house the rest of the weekend. Our phones lay abandoned somewhere we couldn’t hear them. Our clothes stayed folded on the top of the dryer. We only wore basketball shorts and each other’s hands.

We made out a lot, touched each other constantly, and did some work on the Fastback. Saturday night, he slept in my bed again, and we spent Sunday morning using our mouths, no words.

As the weekend clock started to wind down, I felt a cloud settle over us that neither wanted to acknowledge.

We were sitting on the couch, holding hands and watching the news (for Monday’s weather report). His head was resting on my shoulder as I gently stroked the back of his hand with my thumb.

Then the distinct sound of keys in the front door changed everything.

We jerked apart like we’d been caught doing something criminal. I grabbed the T-shirt lying nearby and put it on so fast I was out of breath.

When I turned back, Trent had done the same and was now on the far end of the couch.

Ivy walked into the house first, Nova bundled up against her chest beneath some blankets. I started forward, but she pressed a finger to her lips and pointed at the stairs.

I nodded, and she went to put the baby down while Rimmel and the rest of the family walked into the house.