Page 9 of Desperate Temptations (Immoral Starts)

NINE

TRENT

I stand and stretch out my arms and back. Ethan left this morning to meet with some financial lawyers to ensure Lyndsey’s family can’t lock him out of his accounts, so I’ve been hunched over the small table on the apartment’s balcony working on my last client’s photo.

We hadn’t been picky with the places the realtor showed us and grabbed the first one with two bedrooms. It’s been a couple days since I went down on him, and we’ve busied ourselves with him separating his assets from his past and me grabbing us some essentials for the next few weeks.

There’s no saying how long we’ll be staying in London until we figure out if the kid is Ethan’s.

But we’ve been sleeping in our respective bedrooms and neither of us have brought up what happened in the hotel.

If he wants to move on and act like nothing happened, I won’t confront him over it.

I’d known this could be a possibility when we started.

Ethan is not a person who confronts things head on unless his hand is forced.

I think it’s why Lyndsey had such a hold on him for years, even if he was as unhappy as I’m starting to believe.

I’m clicking through the photos on my computer when he comes to sit next to me on the couch. He glances at my screen and frowns a bit.

“You’re still taking photos?”

I shrug. “Sometimes. I’m more picky on clients, but gives me something to do every once in a while. Plus the cash doesn’t hurt.”

He snorts. “I thought that one guy did well with Granny’s investments.”

“He did, but just because I have money, doesn’t mean I feel fulfilled.

Sometimes helping someone preserve their memories gives me a purpose,” I tell him honestly.

I know my family and friends think I do photography on a whim, just a silly hobby.

But it’s a lot more than that. I take pride in my work and I know I’m good based on the shit ton of emails I get from people pleading for me to work with them.

Ethan stares at me, his eyes studying my face. “I’m sorry.”

My eyebrows furrow. “Sorry? For what?”

“For making fun of you when I can see this means a lot to you.”

“I… Thanks,” I say, unsure what else to say. It’s nice for someone to notice, and I know he means it because Ethan has never been one to apologize.

We don’t look away before he leans down, brushing his lips against mine. I gasp into his mouth as he kisses me in earnest. I push my laptop onto the couch, turning to face him more fully. Ethan groans and I feel the rumble of it against my mouth.

His hand is shaky as he runs it down my arm and then to my chest, twisting my shirt tighter around my shoulders. I pull back, panting against his lips. Ethan’s eyelids flutter as his fingers slowly release my shirt. I grab it, pulling it off and his gaze drags down my form.

I reach out, pulling at the end of his shirt and Ethan blows out a breath before tugging his off. I study his face as we stare at each other.

“I want you,” I say, testing how he’s feeling.

He swallows. “I want you too.”

My eyebrows raise. “Yeah?”

He nods, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck before pulling me back in for a kiss.

I push him to lie down gently, and I lie on top of him, his thigh sliding between mine as our bodies and tongues tangle together.

Pressing in closer, I can feel the heat of his hard cock against my hip, and I know he can feel mine on his thigh.

My hand ventures down and I move it against the hard bulge in his sweats, swallowing down his moan.

Ethan’s hand is hesitant as he moves down and cups me through my pants. My dick twitches, having imagined this type of moment for years when we were teens.

I thrust into his hand and he gasps. I kiss down his jaw.

“I’m so hard for you,” I whisper.

Ethan’s breathing shallows as he squeezes my cock through the course material. “I want to feel you more.”

My forehead rests against his and I whisper a harsh fuck against his mouth before climbing off the couch. He follows me and we remove the rest of our clothes. Our chests are heaving with jagged breaths as our gazes drop to each other's hard cocks.

“Can I try something?” I ask.

Ethan’s eyebrows furrow but he nods. Stepping closer to him, I grab his dick, stroking down his length. I wrap my hand around myself before moving to squeeze both our dicks together. I use both hands to press them together, thrusting my hips to rub my cock along the length of his.

“Jesus,” Ethan hisses out. His eyes widen, watching where I’m working both of us. “That feels so good.”

A sensual laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Yeah.”

It does. The hot, soft but hard flesh of his cock against mine is arousing, almost a forbidden feeling. Ethan jerks in my hold, his pre-cum leaking onto my palm.

“You like it?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

“Yeah,” he breathes out.

His hands rub up my chest and grip the back of my neck, pulling my face back to him.

Our kiss is rough, his tongue invading my mouth as I struggle to keep a pace pumping our cocks.

I never thought I’d know the feel and taste of Ethan’s lips, and now I don’t know if it will ever be enough.

And it doesn’t seem like it will be enough for him either.

He pulls back, his panting breaths fanning over my face. “I’m gonna come.”

I pause, licking my lips. “Wait, I want to do something else.”

My hands drop, both hard cocks swinging down as he groans, resting his forehead on my shoulders.

“Trent…”

I tilt my head, rubbing my nose along his face. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

Tugging on his arm, he lets me lead him to my bedroom. I frame his face, kissing him deeply for a few seconds before pushing him toward the mattress. I follow him down, pulling him to the edge of the bed as I move to the floor.

He lies on his back, his hands covering his face as I kneel between his legs and place my tongue in his ass.

I stroke up his cock, teasing his tip as I lap at his tight hole.

Ethan’s balls draw up, and he gets a little harder in my hand.

So I stand, licking up a path before spitting on my fingers and pressing them against his asshole.

He sucks in a quick breath as I tease sticking them in him.

“You want it?” I ask.

He groans, throwing his hands to the side to look at me. “Yeah. Yeah I want it.”

I push in, watching his face as I sink two fingers past the tight ring of muscle into the heat of his ass. His hard cock jerks in my hand and I stroke him once before I start pumping my fingers, scissoring them to warm him up a bit.

Ethan moans. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Feel good?” I tease.

“Yeah, yeah. I can take it, fuck me,” he says in a rushed plea.

I pause, staring down at him curiously. “You want me to fuck you?”

He blinks, confused. “I thought—is that not?”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I say. I usually prefer to be the one being fucked, but I’d do this for him. It’d be no hassle on my part, the thought of fucking Ethan has my cock leaking.

Grabbing the lube from my nightstand, I don’t even watch how much I pour on my hand because I’m afraid he’s going to stop at any time. I throw the bottle at my feet and reposition between his legs and push my fingers back into his ass.

“Just tell me to stop and I will,” I tell him, barely able to breathe with how high-strung my nerves are pulling on me. I want to make him feel good, I want him to want more than just a one time thing.

Ethan grunts, his eyes squeezing shut as I pump my fingers in his ass and grab his soft cock with my other hand.

I stroke him harder until he’s groaning, his hips rocking toward my hand.

I turn my fingers, finding the spot that could be the greatest pleasure or extremely overwhelming.

The slick sound of his ass swallowing my fingers makes my stomach flex, my dick begging to slide inside.

“It’s going to hurt at first, but I’m going to make you feel so good, Ethan,” I say with a low rasp. “Turn over.”

I could fuck him like this—face to face—but something tells me that Ethan wouldn’t like the intimacy of it and I’m choosing not to think about that particular reasoning at the moment. Pulling out my fingers, I tap his hip to get him to move.

Ethan blows out a breath and then rolls onto his stomach, raising on his knees. I rub my hands over his cheeks and then pull them apart, pressing my fingers back into his tight hole.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He breathes out.

I grab the lube again, slathering up my dick while my heart hammers away.

We’re gonna do this and I’m as nervous as if I’m losing my virginity all over again.

I move closer behind him, running my tip along his crack and he sucks in a sharp inhale.

Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I pull my fingers out and press my crown in right after.

“Relax,” I whisper, unable to say more as I shake with lust. I thrust forward, and his ass stretches to accommodate me as I slide in inch after inch.

“Good?”

Ethan nods, his hands curling into fists in the sheets. I can see the beads of sweat forming along the back of his neck and forehead.

He grunts when I push forward again with a sharp thrust, burying myself almost entirely inside him.

He’s so fucking tight. His ass is strangling my cock so much that I struggle not to come.

My mouth drops open, panting as I bury myself until there’s nothing left to give.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before staring down at where we’re connected, unable to comprehend that I’m fucking my best friend.

Ethan arches a bit, pressing his ass into me. “You’ve got to move, Trent. Please.”

A hollow laugh tumbles out of my throat. “Sorry, I was taking a minute so I didn't come immediately.”

I start fucking him in slow, long drags, pumping my cock in and out of his ass.

“ Oh fuck, god. Fuck, ngh ,” Ethan moans as I pick up my pace, our skin slapping together as I pound into his tight hole.