His mouth slid over my length in one long stroke.
I arched up off the couch because he took the entire thing, all the way down. My dick didn’t fit that deep into anyone else’s mouth.
Trent slapped a free hand on my chest and spread his fingers wide. Using his strength, he pushed me back onto the couch and held me there while he pulled up and slid back down over me again.
“Fuuucccck…”
He worked me good. Like a fucking master. If I wasn’t so far gone with desire, I might have been pissed, because surely this wasn’t his first time giving a blowjob.
I wanted Trent all to myself. I didn’t want to share.
The steady pressure and rhythm he used on my cock built up tension inside me. He somehow managed to bring me to the brink of an orgasm and hold me there. When he would release my cock, I would try and grab him back, and he would chuckle.
His full lips wrapped around just the tip, and he did this thing with his tongue… this swirling movement that made my eyes roll back in my head.
“I like the way you taste,” he growled and then attacked me again.
My hands griped whatever they could and hung on. The second I started to quake, he pulled back and pumped me with his fist.
I came hard and fast, spraying out all over my chest and leaking down onto his hand. When I felt him wipe at the stuff, I cracked an eye, afraid maybe touching another guy’s shit might freak him out.
He didn’t look grossed out. If anything, he looked turned on. His lips were slightly red from being around my cock and his tongue darted out and slid over his lower lip.
Trent wrapped his fingers around my head and squeezed gently, milking the rest of my release out of my cock. The bead of white balanced the tip, so he released my skin to wipe it away with his fingers.
I collapsed back, totally fucking spent.
That had been better than some entire sex marathons I’d had with a few old girlfriends.
I wrinkled my nose. Thinking about them and what we’d done made me a little queasy. It felt wrong now. Having anyone but T touch me now felt wrong.
The soft touch of fabric on my stomach caused me to look down. He was cleaning me up.
Something about the action made my heart turn over. He was using his shirt. Soaking up my jiz on his shirt. The same shirt he just came all over.
We were mixing together.
Maybe I should have been put off.
I wasn’t.
Without thought, I ran my fingers through his hair. He glanced up and smiled. It was relaxed and almost shy.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach. No shit, genuine butterflies.
He just affected me that much.
“You okay?” he asked.
He seemed to ask that a lot tonight. Like he cared a lot more about how I felt than him.
“Actually, I’m kinda pissed,” I replied.
Trent drew back, and his eyes widened. “Why?”
“A couple reasons.” I held up a finger. “There was no way that was your first BJ.”
Relief made him grin; his crooked tooth charmed me. “I think I’d know if I’d sucked another dude’s cock before.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’ll beat their fucking ass.”
He patted my leg and stood up. “Yours is the only one I’m interested in.”
I grunted. Better be.
“What else?” he asked, moving across the room.
I watched his back muscles bunch as he walked and the long length of his arm when he bent down to pick up my jeans.
“Huh?” I said, distracted.
A smug looked crossed his face. “Like what you see?”
I wagged my eyebrows.
He held up his arm and flexed his impressive bicep.
“Now you’re just being cocky,” I told him.
Trent laughed. It was my favorite sound.
“Why else are you pissed?” he asked, not even concerned.
“Because all this time, we could have been blowing each other.” I shook my head sadly. “I’ve missed a lot of fucking orgasms.”
Trent straightened and looked at me seriously. My jeans dangled from his hand. “You’d want to do that to me?”
The question kind of made me feel like shit.
Like maybe I should have paid more attention to the way he was feeling. After all, I did find him in a gay bar tonight. He’d gone there because he was tore up inside and felt alone. He’d wanted to find someone who might understand.
“Yeah, frat boy,” I answered soft. “That’s definitely something I want to do.”
He blinked and swallowed thickly, suddenly overcome by emotion. I pushed off the couch and stepped around the coffee table. Trent wasn’t looking at me, but was very involved with his task.
“Trent.”
His shoulders stiffened, and he pulled my boxers out of my jeans. “Here.” He extended them between us.
I quickly pulled them on. “Hey.” I touched his wrist when I was done.