Page 48 of Loving Trent (Love in the Bootheel #5)

I forget about the peaceful surroundings I was bringing him to.

My plan to help him relax under the stars floats away as his nails scrape down my back and my grip on his hair tightens.

I allow my body to do what feels perfect right now.

Rolling my hips, a deep groan passes between us.

Time passes as we take turns fucking each other’s mouths with our tongues and dry humping like teenagers.

I’m the first to pull back, breaking the most intense make-out session I’ve ever had.

My dick is painfully hard, and my boxers are sticking to it thanks to the wet spot.

I’m a second from coming in my pants like a teenager, and I desperately want this man inside of me.

Trent’s eyes slowly open halfway in a drunken kind of manner. “I want you,” I whisper.

Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it in the back seat. Trent slowly gazes over my chest, down my stomach, and ends at the painful evidence of my arousal. “I want you too, but?—”

I silence him with a slow, sensual, and careful kiss. “We will learn together. Just because I’ve been with a guy before doesn’t mean I know everything. Everyone is different, and it’s a learning experience.”

Trent lays his forehead against mine. “I just want it to be amazing for you.”

“We could stop right here, and this would still be the best time of my life.”

A growl comes from the back of his throat as he says, “We aren’t stopping.” He leans up, forcing me to lean back. I brace my hands on his thighs, making sure he has enough room to remove his shirt.

Trent’s muscles ripple with each movement, and like magnets, my fingers trace them.

He is soft and hard at the same time. My hand hovers over the scars, wondering if touching them would pull us out of this moment, but Trent doesn’t allow me to wonder for long.

He presses down on my hand until it’s flat against the scar over his heart.

“Do you have a blanket or something in here?” Trent nods and raises one eyebrow in confusion. “It’s a little crowded in here to do what I want with you,” I say while rolling my hips to emphasize my meaning.

Trent reaches behind the seat and produces a small, folded blanket.

Before I can move, the passenger door is opened, and somehow, he exits the truck with me clinging to him like a monkey.

He walks a little way away from the truck before patting my ass.

I unlock my legs and slowly slide down his body, feeling like I’m one touch from combusting into nothing but ash.

Trent licks his lip, watching me back away slowly.

Snatching the blanket out of his hands, I turn and flick it out, so it floats nicely down over the grass.

Spinning around, I grab his hands and pull him onto it.

“Lie back,” I say in a demanding tone. I watch him lower to the ground and lean back on his elbows, looking like a fucking masterpiece. The moon is full and casting an ethereal glow, turning his skin almost silver-looking, as if he were made of stone. “Fucking perfect.”

Dropping to my knees, I crawl up in between his legs, which spread wider automatically.

His breathing grows faster the closer I get to him.

When I’m within grabbing distance, he holds the back of my neck and presses his lips against mine in a bruising fashion.

While I could kiss him for the rest of my life, I want something other than his tongue in my mouth.

Pulling my mouth away from his, I start kissing down his jaw, nipping his neck before moving across his chest. I swirl my tongue around his nipple and eat up the moan that comes from him.

My hand presses on his chest in a silent demand for him to lie flat.

Sitting back on my legs, my hands go to his belt. As I unfasten the buckle, I lock eyes with him and ask, “Is this alright?” With his belt open, I stroke him through his jeans.

Trent throws his head back and moans before saying through gritted teeth, “Yes, please don’t stop.”

With a flashing green light, I unzip his pants and start to pull them down.

He raises his hips to help. His hard dick smacks his stomach once it’s free, and I’m consumed with the need to taste all of him.

Starting slow, I lick the vein that runs on the underside of it and love the way it twitches.

Swirling my tongue around the meaty tip, I moan at the first salty taste of his pre-cum.

Trent’s hands push through my hair, and I look up his body to find him staring at me with black eyes and parted lips.

I smirk up at him before wrapping my lips around his length and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. “Shit.” Trent curses and grabs handfuls of my hair, sending a fire racing down my back.

I slowly pull off his dick until the tip is resting against my lips.

Wanting to see how unhinged I can make him, I tongue his hole, and the loudest moan comes from him, affecting me as much as him pulling on my hair.

“Baby… Boy… I… can’t…” Trent’s panting is growing louder, telling me my plan is working.

He’s on edge, and I’m about to push him over.

“Fuck my mouth,” I say while raising his hips up with my hands.

I hollow my cheeks and take him until I gag, but I don’t stop.

Relaxing, I swallow around his dick as it slips deeper.

Trent finally starts pumping his hips, and I allow him to take complete control.

Needing some relief, I remove one hand and quickly unzip my jeans.

Tears are racing down my face every time he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t care.

I start palming my own dick, needing to get off.

“Oh my god,” Trent says. I feel his muscles tense at the same time my balls draw up, and I come all over my hand and the blanket.

“Shawn, I’m gonna—” He doesn’t even finish his sentence before his dick swells, and he comes down my throat.

I swallow as much as I can. Trent’s hands fall from my hair, and instantly, I miss them.

I slowly lick up every drop of cum off his spent dick before crawling up his body.

The moment my dick brushes against his, it twitches, but I pay it no attention.

I’m focused on Trent’s eyes and his face.

Both have lost the hard edge that has been there for days, and I smile because that’s what I wanted.

Trent wraps his arms around me and turns us so we are lying side by side.

“That was amazing,” he says sleepily. He looks down at my dick, which is starting to grow harder with the attention. “I didn’t?—”

I silence him with a soft kiss. “Tonight wasn’t about me. I wanted to take you to a place where you could relax and be at peace for a short amount of time.”

Trent smiles and moves to lie on his back, bringing my head to rest on his chest. “You definitely did that. It’s beautiful out here.”

I look up at the million stars and think that while they are beautiful, Trent’s presence makes this so much better. Kissing his chest, I say, “They’re okay but not as beautiful as you.”