“You’re worth more than you know.”
“And you are not my master!”
“Someone has to knock some sense into you.”
“Well, it sure as fuck won’t be you.”
“Won’t it?” he teased.
I was drawn by the timbre of his deep voice and finally stared into his eyes. They radiated authority. I whimpered without even realizing it. There was something so magnetic about Trent that my fury morphed into a violent need to be fucked and taken forcefully. I could tell he was just as affected by my resistance because his boxers were tenting in front of him, and there was a wet spot slowly blooming before my eyes. I bucked, making one last attempt to break free, but all it did was make me hornier, and my cock pressed against the soft cotton of my boxer briefs, a sight that did not escape my captor’s notice. He grinned savagely. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Get off me.”
“You want this,” he said, seconds before he kissed me roughly. His mouth took immediate possession, forcing mine open. I reacted instinctively, meeting his aggressive tongue with my own, and he began sucking on it, sending lightning bolts straight to my groin. I was as hard as steel but unwilling to give in. Trent pulled away for a second and stared into my eyes. “You’re looking for someone to take this decision out of your hands.”
“Fuck you!” I raised my knees and lifted my hips, bracing my feet against the mattress to get better leverage. I was intent on shaking him off, but it made him more determined. His thighs gripped my hips and he hung on, riding me like I was a mechanical bull. No matter how high I bucked, he never loosened his grip, and his very noticeable erection smashed into mine, creating unbearable friction.
“Stop!” In truth, I wanted him to keep on moving.
“I won’t stop until I hear you screaming my name.”
“Oh God.”
He began to suck on the soft skin behind my ear, murmuring obscenities the entire time. “I’m going to fuck you,” he breathed, moving to my earlobe and taking the tender skin between his teeth and biting gently. “I going to eat you out, and when you start to scream, I’m going to stuff my cock up that tight ass and fill you with my cum… you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My immediate response to deny his accusation died in my throat as he let go of my arms and flipped me over like a pancake. He tore off my boxers, easily laying me bare, and despite my halfhearted attempts to protest, I lifted my hips and spread my legs, giving him complete access. He buried his tongue in my ass, and I screamed, “Trent!”
I heard him chuckle before he began to tongue my crack, twirling through every crease and crevice, slobbering wet heat all over my balls. He was doing an admirable job of slicking me up with his saliva, which was just as well since there were no condoms or lube in sight. I assumed this was happening without them. For a split second I worried about disease, but my lust overcame my good sense. I should have known that Trent wasn’t that reckless. He continued to rim me until my erection was unbearable. “Fuck me,” I begged, rutting back and forth against his unrelenting mouth. He was wreaking havoc on my determination to remain aloof and unengaged. It was a losing battle, and soon I began whining pitifully, driving him a little crazier. His clutched at my hips so forcefully they hurt, but not enough for me to ask him to stop. I wanted this to happen. I needed to be pounded into the mattress by this dominant man who wanted me as desperately as I wanted him. Begging seemed to spur him on, and I could beg with the best of them.
“Please,” I moaned.
Trent pushed me away abruptly and sat up on his heels. I glanced over my shoulder, horrified that he’d stopped. “What’s the matter?”
He leered at me, unable to mask the look of sheer triumph. His lips were wet with saliva, and he rubbed them clean with the back of his hand. “Get on your back,” he ordered. I rolled over slowly, never taking my eyes off him. My hands were still imprisoned and resting on my stomach, inches away from my cock, which lay within reach. Trent followed my every move with a ravenous stare, zeroing in on my fully distended cock, which oozed precum, making the bulbous head glisten appetizingly. Trent finally tore his eyes away and pinned my face between his knees. “Suck me,” he commanded. “Show me what you can do, boy.”
I was too horny to pay attention to the use of his term “boy,” which would have sent me into orbit under normal circumstances. However, there was nothing normal about what was happening between us. I didn’t understand any of it, but getting off was paramount, and the reasons would have to wait. Trent could have called me much worse at this point, but if proving my worth as a cocksucker was all it took to get him to fuck me, I was more than happy to comply.
I opened up, relishing the feel of his smooth organ as he slid in, filling my mouth. His loud moan was enough encouragement, and I began sucking on him without another thought. Everything cleared out of my head, except for the urgent need to pleasure him. I wanted to send him on an erotic journey, proving to him that I was worthy of his time and effort. All thoughts of resisting were gone.
I slid my tongue around his cockhead, sucking up the clear fluid like it was nectar. I was starved for this, and he tasted so good. It had been too many weeks of celibacy, and I was on the fringe of coming before he withdrew unceremoniously. “Don’t go,” I whimpered, missing him already.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “You, on the other hand, are about to fly over the moon.”
“Trent.”
He slid down my body, stopping at my cock to admire it once more. Holding it firmly with one hand, he said, “You’re hung like a fucking bull.”
“Get over it,” I snarled, making him laugh.
He took me in his mouth and destroyed me with his tongue. I had no idea if it was kosher in the BDSM world to have a Dom dispense a blowjob, but this one sure as hell knew what he was doing. I was on the verge of coming, and I drew back, attempting to pull out. “Trent, I’m so close.”
“No worries,” he said, engulfing me again. He slid a finger into my asshole at the same time, probing around until he found the little treasure that, when poked, made me scream. I erupted, flooding him with my warm spunk. He continued to suck me until I made him stop. Pulling away, he parted my thighs, and spat a mouthful of cum around my asshole. Down and dirty was the order of business tonight, and Trent used my own fluids to ease his path. He positioned his cock, rubbing it around my puckered skin until he was sure it was slick enough to breach without tearing. He rocked into me, moving beyond the tight ring until he was buried deep in my ass. “Bloody hell,” he groaned. “You’re tight as fuck.”
“Oh my God,” I squeaked, blown away by the burn. It had been a while, and my ass throbbed with the invasion.
“You okay?” he asked, panting warm gusts of breath around my neck.
“Give me a sec.”
“We’ve got all night.”
“Trent?”
“What?”
“Don’t come inside of me.”
“I won’t.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed me and began to move slowly, drawing back out and plunging deep, rocking and rolling around leisurely. It felt like he was exploring, trying out different moves to see which one most affected me. He was considerate and took his time, waiting for me to catch up. Fortunately, I had youth and deprivation on my side, and I felt myself getting hard again.
“I knew you’d come back in a flash.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Say please.”
“Please, you persistent motherfucker.”
“You can call me sir.”
“Like hell. It’s Trent or nothing.”
“Master Trent,” he said, slamming in deeper.
My ass clenched around his cock, and I massaged it with muscles that were trained to please. Years of practice with Cole had made me pretty good at this, and I could tell Trent was enjoying every move as I squeezed with all my might. “Good boy,” he whispered, obviously pleased.
&
nbsp; “I’m not your boy.”
“You will be,” he said, pushing in savagely. Something flipped in his brain, and he began pounding into me while I matched him shove for shove. He shouted and pulled out quickly, clutching his cock with a tight fist and pumping it roughly until he came in spurts all over my chest, neck, and parts of my face. It was the hottest thing I’d seen in a while, and I joined him, soaring with pleasure as I exploded all over myself. I was covered in spunk, yet he didn’t seem to care. He collapsed on me, licking around my nipples, which had a few rogue drops of cream. “You taste so good,” he said, lapping at me like a giant cat.
“Untie me, you creep.”
“Not until you promise not to scratch my eyes out.”
“I promise.”
He made short order of the knots and tossed the mangled pillowcase away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back down on my chest. “Stay with me?”
“Of course.”
Chapter 25
SOMETIME DURING the night we separated, and I slid out from underneath Trent and went to the bathroom. Taking a washcloth, I soaked it in warm water and cleaned off my chest and groin. I avoided the scratches on my thigh because the red lines were a constant reminder of my epic fail. At least they didn’t look infected, which was a relief, although they stung like hell.
Rinsing out the washcloth again, I wrung it and carried it back into the bedroom so I could clean Trent. He stirred when I began to rub at his stomach and groin but didn’t open his eyes, only patted me on the head and mumbled his thanks.
When I was done, I lay back down on my side, keeping my distance. I had no idea where we were going from here, but I was pretty sure Trent wouldn’t want me clinging to him. He rolled over on his side and mumbled. “Can’t sleep?”
“No. I’m too wired.”
“After coming twice in one night, I was hoping you’d be more relaxed.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “It was great, but I have stuff on my mind.”
“Cole?”
I nodded. “What else?”
Trent sat up and reached for a cigarette. He lit two and passed one over to me. It was nice to be with someone who didn’t have issues with smoking. I’d always enjoyed it in the past, but Cole was rabidly against it.
“You’re a bad influence,” I remarked, inhaling deeply and then blowing out several smoke rings.
“You can always say no.”
I laughed. “I have no willpower.”
“Sure you do. You just have no confidence.”
“Please don’t start up. Let’s have a few uninterrupted hours of peace.”
“How’s your thigh?”
“It’s fine.”
“Are you going to cut again?”
“It wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be,” I said, recognizing the truth.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“I wonder why? I was extremely angry after my phone call with Cole. Cutting used to make me feel better, at least temporarily.”
“You’ve changed.”
“You didn’t know me five years ago.”
“That’s true, but you’re not made of stone. People evolve and grow, Sloan. Neither one of us is the same person we were a few years ago.”
“I didn’t think I’d changed that much.”
“Five years is a long time to remain stagnant.”
I took another puff and exhaled slowly. I was getting used to the nicotine again after having been pure for so long. It didn’t make me quite as dizzy as it had earlier. Turning to Trent, I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked, despite the bed head and the thick scruff that covered his face. He was attractive as hell, and I didn’t get what he saw in me or why someone with all his experience would waste his time on my sorry ass. “I still can’t believe it’s over with Cole,” I said aloud.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I looked at him and wanted to say something witty and sarcastic, but the words died in my mouth when I saw the honest concern. “Are you sure you want to hear the whole sordid tale?”
“Yes,” he said, taking my hand and squeezing it. “Talk to me.”
And just like that he set me at ease. I told him everything I knew, starting from the first conversations Cole and I had when he discovered the new forms of genetic testing. Trent listened and only interrupted my flow when he lit another pair of cigarettes and handed one over.
“Do you think he’s doing this for his father, or is this something he truly wants?”
“I honestly don’t know, Trent. He’s given me a lot of reasons, but none of them make sense. The worst was when he pushed me away and told me he was doing this because he knew that eventually I’d leave him. Having children would be his guarantee that he’d never be lonely.”
“Have you ever given him cause to doubt you?”
“Never,” I said loudly, shaking my head. “You’re the only other man I’ve slept with since Cole and I got together.”
“Yet, he must have sensed something. One doesn’t dream up accusations like that without basis.”
“I was a needy wreck when we first hooked up. As I grew more confident he became withdrawn and less sure of himself, slowly turning into the needy one. It’s like the whole relationship shifted without my realizing it.”
“And he couldn’t tolerate that?”
“I guess not.”
“I can guarantee you that is the root cause of the problem. Cole is a dominant, even if neither one of you chooses to acknowledge it. You were his submissive for years and you changed suddenly. He didn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I always did what he asked.”
“He didn’t realize that, despite your mental growth, you were, and always will be, a naturally submissive man. He was hampered in many ways by his own insecurities. Being blind left him completely vulnerable, and once he started doubting his ability to control you, it spiraled and became an obstacle.”
“Wait a minute,” I said angrily. “Are you saying all this is my doing because I grew up and became a big boy?”
Trent smiled and glanced at my groin. “You certainly are a big boy.”
“Hey,” I said, pointing at my face. “Eyes this way.”
Trent laughed out loud. “You’re a crack-up.”
“Why do you keep calling me a submissive? I’m not.”
“Shall we have this conversation again? A submissive male is not weak. If that were the case, I wouldn’t touch one with a ten-foot pole. I like men who are confident and know their own mind. I also like men who are willing to give up control when it counts. It can’t get better than that.”
“You think I’m all that?”
“And more.”
“Really? But Cole—”
“Sloan,” Trent interrupted, “Cole has issues that have nothing to do with your love for him. I think this was bound to happen, Noriko or not.”
“Fucking whore,” I grumbled.
“Shush,” Trent said, silencing me with a soft kiss. “She’s not the problem.”
“He wouldn’t have fucked her if she weren’t around.”
“Something tells me that he would have found another excuse to end your relationship.”
“But why? I don’t understand how you can stop loving someone overnight.”
“As I said earlier, life is fluid and ever-changing.”
“But I thought our love would be forever.”
“Oh, baby,” Trent said, reaching for me. “Nothing is forever.”
To my horror, I began to cry. The tears flowed quietly, and Trent didn’t say or do anything to stop them. His silence was calming, and when he held me closer, I didn’t feel unmanned. On the contrary, I felt an immense sense of relief. When I let out the last shuddering breath, he didn’t release me but curled around me instead, and we finally slept, wrung out from all the drama.
The banging on the door woke us, and I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, gasping in horror. “Trent,
get the fuck up. It’s eight thirty.”
“Oh, crap.” He sat up and quickly sprinted to the bathroom while I went to the door. It was probably Tin, wanting to dress. Wrong. It was Max and he was livid.
“Why aren’t you ready?”
“I’m sorry.”
Max glanced over my shoulder, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw Trent coming out of the bathroom. “Well,” he huffed, frowning at both of us. “Now I know why you’re both late. Get your asses in gear and be on that bus in exactly ten minutes.”
“Aye, aye, mon capitaine,” I snarked.
He glared at me and left.
“We’re going to have a lovely photo shoot, aren’t we?” I said to no one in particular.
Trent shook his head. “You’ve got such a mouth on you.”
“And your point is?”
“I like it.”
“You do?” I was taken aback. Cole hated my sarcasm.
“I like everything about you,” Trent said, plying me with light kisses. He grabbed my crotch and squeezed. “Especially this.”
“Size queen.”
“Guilty.”
WE SAT together on the bus, trying not to touch, but finally giving in to temptation. It was difficult to keep my hands off Trent, especially when I found out he would be in a kilt today. They were showcasing woolens from The Scottish Weaver and had even allowed Trent to select his own colors. Naturally, he gravitated toward the blue and green of the Hamilton hunting plaid, even though he knew hardly anything about his Scottish ancestry. He was delighted when he found two plaids corresponding to his “clan,” and he strutted like a peacock once he was dressed in his finery. He looked like a hero on the cover of a romance novel, the kind the girls carried around in their oversized purses. Tall, imposing, and just fucking gorgeous. The saliva pooled in my mouth when I saw him amidst the trees in the English garden setting. Gravitating toward him, I looked around quickly to make sure nobody was the wiser before I slipped my hand underneath the kilt and fondled his bare ass.
“I love method actors,” I whispered.
“I knew you’d be sniffing around.”
“Cocky bastard, aren’t you?”
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