Page 10 of The Trust (As Above)

Mac

Paint smeared and on the hunt, I watch from my hiding spot as my boyfriend stalks his way through the woods with his rifle up and his brows down.

“Come out, come out, Vida,” he calls out and I have to clamp my lips shut to hold back my laugh.

There are several makeshift walls made from pallets erected in the play space, the thick trunks of trees providing tons of ground coverage.

But what Jordan doesn’t realize—despite his experience as a trained bodyguard—is that video games and I get along real well.

Including first person shooters.

Which means while he’s covered in orange and blue splatters, the only thing coating my skin is sweat and paint I put there.

A few droplets of splatter coat my glasses thanks to an innocent player that had no idea he was aiming at my boyfriend’s prey, but I’m otherwise untouched and grinning like a fool.

“It’s round three and I haven’t been tagged yet,” Jordan taunts. “You slowing down on me?”

Never .

I position the rifle, the barrel aiming right in line with where he’s about to walk.

“Tyro!” I sing-song and he spins my direction, firing off a shot that pings the tree trunk next to my head and explodes. “Got cha.”

The little ball sails through the air and bursts against his helmet.

“ Vida , we said no headshots.”

Snickering, I roll out of my prone position while Jordan’s sight is compromised by the paint covering his glasses, and slink around to come up behind him. “Said you.”

He whips around, his glasses off while he attempts to clean them on his shirt, and he shakes his head. “You’re a menace.”

“Sure am,” I say with a grin. “But you love me anyway.”

The corners of his lips tip up and he reaches for me. “Fuck yeah, I do.” He pulls me into his chest, dropping the glasses and cupping the back of my neck.

And when his lips land on mine, my breath catches.

“I wanna shoot something else, Vida.”

My cock jerks to life in my pants.

“Okay,” I half moan into his mouth.

But then he’s grabbing me, tugging me along until we reach the end of the venue’s marked property and around one of the sturdier walls.

One look and he’s pressing me back into the wall. Kissing me. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet I recognize.

“Oh, shit , you mean now.”

My breath stutters at the feral look on his face.

“Right. Now.”

“Oh, God,” I choke out when he grabs the shoulder of my vest and just when I think he’s going to strip it off, he uses it to spin me around. Press me into the wall.

Holds me still while he yanks my pants down just enough to expose my ass.

The telltale crinkle of foil ripping comes next, and I shiver.

“I’m so fucking hard, Vida,” he groans, his words accompanied by the sound of flesh slicking and my cock leaks. “I’m gonna use it to stretch you.”

I don’t get my teeth unhinged from my lip to ask what he means before something a lot thicker than fingers is nudging against my crack.

“Arch.”

Panting, I nod and tilt my hips back, spreading my legs as far as the pants will let me go.

He’s rubbing the blunt head of his cock over my hole when he leans in, his breath whispering over my ear. “I had a lot of fun begging for you last night, Vida. Being your good boy.” Good God, I can’t breathe . “What do you think, Mac?”

The whimper that escapes me makes him chuckle.

“A-a-about?”

His head notches against me, the bluntness adding an unbearable pressure to my hole.

“You tell me,” he says huskily and pulls back, taking that delicious pressure with him. “Are you mine?”

“Yes,” I pant out. “Yep. Yes.”

His chuckle is dark and sends a chill down my spine.

“I don’t think you know what I’m asking you.”

The head presses again my hole once more, the push of it more than the last time and I know it’s almost, almost, ready to breach the muscle. To stretch me wide open.

Fuck, I want that so bad .

I don’t even care that we’re in semi-public. That anyone could walk back here and find us. That they could see me, ass out, readying to take my bodyguard’s cock.

In fact … it’s quite hot, the idea of being caught. Of doing something risqué.

So hot that my cock is leaking in my pants. Aching and throbbing for relief when he presses just a tad bit harder against my hole.

“Are you, Mac?”

Jordan’s hand grips the back of my neck and pushes me further down the wall, spreading me even more.

“A-am I, what, baby?”

He pulls back, rubbing his slick dick along my crack, then teases it in circles over the one place I want him. The place I need him.

He pushes, adding that delicious pressure, and I grab at the wall.

“Fuck, what do you want? You want me to beg you this time?”

I’m breathless when he nudges closer, shuffling his feet apart and readjusting the grip he’s keeping on my vest.

“Closer.”

“Baby,” I whine when he tightens his grip on the back of my neck. “Please. Fuck , please.”

He hums, his cock jumping against me.

He slicks it right over me, nudging his head over the tight muscle until he’s just starting to enter me.

And then he pulls back.

“ Please, baby .” He presses back, the taper of him stretching just the edge of me. “God, fuck. Please. Please fuck me. ”

“Are you mine?” More pressure. More stretch. More of his head teasing my entrance and threatening to dive inside me.

“I’m all yours, baby. Every bit of me, you can have it.” He surges forward, the wide end of his head finally stretching me open. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes .”

I arch back, but he just withdraws.

Completely.

Then teases me all over again.

The head of his cock circles my hole, notching against me, the very tip of him finding center.

“How long do you think we can do this before someone sees?” he whispers, and I shudder.

“Don’t care.”

“But you do care, don’t you.” The tip breaches me again and I’m gasping into the wooden wall holding me up. “You care that no one will ever see this ass ever again.”

“ Oh, fuck ,” I moan. “Yeah. No one but you, baby.”

“Because you’re my good boy.” He hums and surges forward, filling my hole until my ass meets his groin.

My mouth hangs open, eyes rolling back when thigh meets thigh. Balls touch. The tickle of his groomed pubic hair crests over my cheeks. The sting of him stretching me radiates through my entire body.

I’m stuck just like that as his hips move, thrusting in and out of me, tagging every spot inside me that drives me straight to the edge.

“That’s … it,” he says, his words punctuated by his thrusts. “My … good … fucking … boy.”

My lungs stutter and I claw at the wall.

“ Mine ,” Jordan grits out and grinds against me. It hits all the right spots to have me shooting in my pants. “ Fuckkkkk !”

I moan at the feel of him coming inside me, his warmth filling me, his pitched moans echoing off the trees around us.

Breathless, he pulls all the way back, teasing my hole all over again.

“Fuck, look at you. Wrecked and gaping.”

I shiver.

“Love your cock so much,” I mutter.

“Mmmm. Love giving it to you.” He slams home all over again and I nearly scream. “Love coating you in my cum.” He pulls out and I immediately miss him. “Love watching it leak out of this hole.”

He finally releases the vest and just when I think I can stand back up, he drops down behind me and buries his face between my cheeks.

“Oh, God,” I choke out, his tongue lapping my hole.

He spears me, fucking it in and out of me, the slurp of him sucking ringing through the air.

“Good God, I love eating this ass out.” I moan. “It’s even better like this. Stretched … filled .”

“Jordan,” I whimper and fist my thickening cock through my wet pants.

It’s too much for my oversensitive flesh.

It’s not enough.

I’m spun before I recognize it and he’s tugging down the front of my pants and swallowing my cock whole.

I harden the rest of the way between his lips.

And when he gags, I fist his hair.

“Don’t stop.”

His throat works around me, clenching tightly.

“Breathe through your nose.”

His watery eyes meet mine and a shiver runs down my spine.

“You wanted to suck me clean, didn’t you?”

He nods with his mouth full, and my balls draw up.

“Taste me and you on your tongue.”

Another gag and I push farther.

I’m so focused on the squeeze of his throat that I don’t realize he’s moved until his fingers slip inside my ass.

“Fuuuuck, baby. Finger your cum back into me,” I moan, and his eyes roll back. “That’s it.”

His mouth … his fingers … him on his knees …

“I’m gonna come down your throat, baby. Is that what you want?”

His head bobs in affirmation, his throat constricting around me.

I widen my stance so his fingers can reach deeper and cup his head.

“Don’t stop … right … there .”

I pull back, leaving my heavy cockhead laying on his tongue and wrap my fist around my shaft.

Stroking myself in time to his fingers, I watch raptly as Jordan unknowingly acts out a fantasy I’ve had for years .

Him … on his knees and begging me with those navy blues eyes.

His tongue stretched out and waiting for my cum.

And I let him have it.

Streams land on his waiting tongue, coat his lips, and dribble down his chin and just when I think he couldn’t get any fucking hotter, he leans back. Tucks his tongue into his mouth.

And swallows.