#Junkie (GearShark #1)(83)

I was still kind of tense because I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. All I felt was pressure. Pressure and the need to come.

“Doing okay?” he whispered against my thigh.

“More,” I breathed.

Trent used his free hand and, using more lube, rubbed my taint. I rocked a little, and the finger breaching me slid a little bit deeper.

I was good and wet between my thighs now, and I was getting more turned on by the idea of him being inside me. As if he knew, Trent leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth once more. As he slid his mouth up and down my shaft, the finger inside me started to move. I loosened a little, and all of a sudden, the pressure was gone and all that remained was feet-tingling pleasure.

“Oh,” I moaned.

Trent replaced his lips with his hand and jacked me as he worked me with his finger. I started to move against him, inviting him just a little bit deeper. My body seemed to know exactly what it wanted and had no problem asking him for it.

“I know,” he murmured and slid his finger in.

My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Inside me, I felt his finger curl a little and brush against a spot no one had ever touched before.

I whimpered.

Trent stilled. “Drew?”

“Don’t f*cking stop, frat boy.”

His warm chuckle just added to my torture, and his finger started moving, bolder than before.

“I’m gonna watch you come,” he whispered. “I want to see you explode for me.”

I rocked into his finger, and he bore down, applying just the perfect amount of pressure to my prostate.

My entire body quaked with release. My dick pulsed as I poured out across my belly. Trent kept rubbing that spot inside me, and I kept coming until my vision went dark and I was utterly spent.

Gently, Trent retreated from my body and gave my ass a light squeeze before sighing. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

I made a soft sound. It was all I could manage.

My. Mind. Was. Blown.

I never knew I could come so hard. I never knew it would feel so good.

Trent chuckled low and got up from the bed. He moved around a few minutes, opened the door, listened, and then went down the hall to the bathroom (meaning we were still alone). A few minutes later, he came back with a towel and cleaned me up.

I was still lying there trying to piece my blown-apart world back together.

“You still with me, Forrester?” Trent asked, finally lying beside me.

“Did you know it would be that amazing?”

He laughed. “I read some stuff, but I wasn’t really sure how it would be with us…” His voice trailed away.

“Did you like it?” I asked, self-conscious.

He guided my hand down to his still-hard cock. “What do you think?”

“Will you let me try?” I asked, wanting to give him the same insane pleasure he’d just given me.

“I’ll let you do anything, Drew.”

The words were right there, so close to the tip of my tongue.

I love you.

I didn’t say them out loud, though. I held back. Instead, I rolled to my side and kissed him, all while holding him in my palm.

“You have any more of that lube?” I whispered when I pulled back.

“In the back pocket of my jeans.”

My legs felt like a newborn calf’s as I wobbled across the floor to get the packet.

I never want to give this up.

I climbed back in bed eagerly. Trent looked up with trust in his eyes.

And then I gave him exactly what he’d given me.





Trent

My heart was overfull.

All the things that kept us from admitting the way we felt before seemed to bond us closer together now.

We could do this. We could find our way together.

My fingertips danced along Drew’s spine, dragging slowly up and down along the slight dip in the center of his back. His head was on my shoulder, and passion from what we just shared still lingered in the air.

I was satisfied. The kind of bone-deep satisfaction you couldn’t get from any one thing. It was the kind that came when everything fell into place and landed exactly where it should.

In this moment, I didn’t think about all the obstacles that stood in our way, all the secrets we likely were going to have to keep.

All I could think about was how damn lucky I was.

Lucky I got to know this kind of love.

Lucky I had this man in my arms.

“You and Joey seemed to be getting along today,” Drew murmured. His voice sounded as satisfied as I felt.

I turned my face toward him and let my lips brush his forehead as I spoke. “She knows about us.”

His head tilted up, and our eyes met. “Is there an us?”

“Do you want there to be?” I asked. Everything in me waited with bated breath.

“More than anything,” he whispered.

“I want that, too.”

“Exclusive?” he asked, and it made me chuckle deeply.

My chest vibrated with amusement. “I’m not sharing you.”

He grunted like an animal who’d just claimed his mate. I didn’t mind. What Drew didn’t know was he’d claimed me long before tonight. He claimed me the minute he sat beside me in that club. “You know damn well I’m not sharing.”