Page 6 of Desperate Temptations (Immoral Starts)

SIX

ETHAN

My gaze is on the wall, the soft lights of the city nights reflecting onto it.

It’s been hours of lying here, my mind working overtime without any real thoughts.

I’ve been unhappy with Lyndsey for years, and every time I brought up the idea of separating, she’d freak out.

Then it would be a few months of her putting in some effort before we’d fall into the same routine where I’d come home to an empty house for weeks at a time.

The only time she’d reach out is when I’d put in a time request at the company for a vacation.

I feel like a goddamn idiot for not seeing it, like a fucking fool for putting up with her empty promises and just moving on.

I’ve been racking my brain over the comments her and her family have made over the years about Trent, and I just brushed them off like they probably didn’t mean them like I thought.

But they had, and I feel like a shitty friend for allowing it, for not addressing it right then and there, especially the times they did it to Trent’s face in front of me.

Guilt weighs heavy on my heart, no longer wondering why Trent kept pulling further away. Hell, if the situations were reversed, I’d probably have dropped me as a friend a long time ago. I don’t blame him for putting distance between us, but I wish I would have caught onto it sooner.

I still when I hear the rustling of sheets, figuring Trent is awake. He wouldn’t like it if I hadn’t gone to sleep yet, and he’d be convinced I need sleeping pills or something. I relax after a moment when the room falls back into silence.

The breathy moan that echoes out in the next moment shoots straight to my cock and I squeeze my fist to stop from grabbing myself.

It’s been months, maybe even over a year since I’ve fucked.

And after a while, even your hand doesn’t have any appeal.

I’m not about to jack off to Trent having some kind of wet dream just because the noise that came from him reminds me of sex.

The slick sound of a hand pumping a cock has me slowly turning in bed.

My mouth drops open when my eyes catch on Trent leaning against the headboard.

His eyes are squeezed shut, his hand stroking himself, and his lips are slightly parted while his head is thrown back.

My attention falls back to his lap and the erection standing tall, thick and angrily hard.

This time there’s no mistaking the piercing on the underside of his cock, a single bar right below the ridge of his tip.

Arousal tightens in my belly before pooling into my cock, growing and pressing against my pajama pants.

His hips thrust up and I begin to move my own, trying to get comfortable with the erection I need to take care of.

My movement causes a spring in the bed to creak and Trent’s eyes snap open to land on me.

I swallow, my mouth drying and my heart beating wildly when I fail to come up with something to say.

“You’re awake?” he asks, almost as if he can’t believe we’re staring at each other with his cock in his hand.

I lick my lips and clear my throat. “Yeah.”

“And you were watching?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” There’s no accusation in his question, more curiosity, but my body tenses anyway.

“I don’t know.”

Trent grunts, unhappy with the response, and I grimace.

“I wanted to,” I say, swallowing down the nerves clawing up my throat.

His pierced tongue peeks out between his lips, licking the chapped skin in a slow sweep before he looks down at his lap and starts to move his hand again.

“I like you watching,” he says after a moment.

My heart hammers in my chest, a flush working down my body. “You do?”

Trent closes his eyes, fucking his fist faster, and I can’t look away.

Then I shove my pants down and wrap my hand around my shaft while my face flushes.

It feels like the heat of arousal or nerves is going to overtake me.

I smear the drop of pre-cum leaking from my tip with my thumb and work my length, squeezing my fingers tight.

Trent’s head rolls toward me, his eyes cracking open to glance at what I’m doing. His tongue rolls against his lips before he bites down.

“It feel good?” he asks.

My breath is short. “Yeah. It’s been… a while.”

Trent’s eyebrows raise. “Since you jacked off?”

“Yeah, kind of. Lynds…” I trail off, not wanting to talk about her.

Trent swallows hesitantly. “I’ve always wanted to know what you taste like.”

I groan, unsure how I feel about his confession, but right now all I can think about is his mouth on me. “You think about that?”

A small laugh escapes him. “I think about a lot.”

His hips thrusts his cock harder into his hand, as if the very thought has him close to the edge.

My heart hammers in my chest and fire climbs up my spine. This isn’t a game we should play, but he thinks about me and that’s more than I could say about my wife. “What else do you think about?”

Trent shakes his head, his eyes dropping to my cock before looking up at me. “Everything. I wonder about how you’d feel in my mouth, how you’d feel when I wrapped my hand around you, how your body would feel over mine when you fucked me.”

I’ve barely started to imagine his words, the feel of his mouth, when it sends me over the edge.

I let out a gargled noise as my whole body tenses, my cum shooting all over my stomach unexpectedly.

Trent follows in the next second, and I watch in awe as he pumps his load all over his stomach, spurts landing higher on his chest until we’re both panting in the silent night.

I clear my throat, sliding off the bed. “I’m gonna shower.

” He doesn’t respond as I head into the bathroom.

Emotions are swirling inside, but I can’t make sense of them.

I’m not exactly ashamed of what just happened, but I am a little confused.

By the time I clean up and get dressed, Trent is asleep in his bed.

His back is turned to me and I’m grateful for the small reprieve to think more about our night.