Page 12 of The Trust (As Above)

Mac

“Ah, shit,” I mutter into the darkness and push the plug a little farther.

My cock is leaking and throbbing and when I found the orange silicone on the floor, it sounded way better coming with my ass full.

So, after washing and lubing it up, I snapped a pic for Jordan and started stuffing my own ass.

It’s halfway in and stinging with the stretch but that’s just making my cock even harder.

I’m still sore from last night, from the pounding that my bodyguard gave me on our date, and yet my stomach is swirling. My balls are drawn up. My skin tingling with need.

Hiking a leg up higher, I breathe deep and push the plug the rest of the way inside my hole.

“Holy shit,” I groan and wrap my fist around my aching cock.

Slow and long, I stroke myself beneath the blankets.

The click of my lubed fist sliding over my length and my heavy breaths the only sound in the room.

Should I record it for him?

With my lip pinched between my teeth, I pat around outside of the blankets for my phone.

But when my fingers graze warmth, I jolt back. Yank the blanket off my head.

Smile into the darkness.

“How long have you been there?”

Jordan’s deep hum and cocky smirk say that it’s been just long enough.

I fling the blanket back the rest of the way, revealing my fist-wrapped and shining cock.

“Good God.”

“That’s gonna be my line. Come fuck me, Tyro.”

He reaches up and tugs his shirt off one handed. Shucks his shorts off next and climbs in between my legs.

Boxing me in, he leans over me and ghosts his lips over mine.

“Can’t stay long, Vida.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and slide my hands over his ribs as his weight settles down on top of me. “I know. Won’t take me long. I was already thinking about that thick dick filling me last night.”

He hums and kisses me properly, his tongue sliding between my lips. His length slipping along mine.

And when he reaches between our bodies, his fingertips finding my hole already filled and stretched, he moans.

“Is this what I do to you?”

He tugs at the plug, and I whimper. “Yes.”

“I make you wanna be filled? Even first thing in the morning?” he rasps, and I shiver.

“Yes.”

That tongue of his works its way down my jaw, over my pulse, while his fingers work the silicone free.

“Noted,” he whispers deeply and arches back, lining up with my hole.

“Good God,” I mumble when he slides inside, giving me a little bit at a time, taking more of my hole with each stroke until he’s seated all the way.

We both shiver.

“You’re so perfect, mi Vida,” he murmurs as he begins rocking against me, his lips grazing my hammering pulse. “ So perfect .”

His teeth sink into my neck, and I couldn’t stop the groan from bursting past my lips even if I’d tried.

The feel of him everywhere, his weight bearing down on me, his lips and tongue soothing the bite, the rock of his hips meeting my ass and the way his abs rub against the underside of my shaft …

But it’s so much more than that.

More than his body against mine.

It’s the thundering heart I feel against my palms.

The sweet Spanish he’s groaning into my ear.

The devotion he carries on his strong back that my fingertips get to dig into.

That he chose me, even when he didn’t have to.

It’s the chance he gave me to be his everything.

“Jordan … baby … ” I moan and bury my hands in his hair.

“I know, I know,” he pants into my ear.

My eyes burn as they roll back. A tear slips past my lashes when I squeeze them shut.

How did I get so fucking lucky?

“I’m comingggg.”

It sneaks up on me, spraying between our bodies, and Jordan moans.

“Fuck, me, too, Mac.” Jordan buries his length deep. “Milk me, Vida. Take everything.”

I pant and leak and take everything he gives me with a smile on my face.

He kisses me then and it’s softer this time. Less urgent.

Licking and nipping lips, we stay like that long enough that his softening cock slides from my hole, and I shiver.

“It’s your turn,” he mutters and leans back on his haunches, the plug in his grip.

I watch, my heart thudding in my chest as Jordan spreads my legs and teases the taper of the toy over my sensitive entrance.

“O-okay,” I breathe out and bite my lip as the tip slips inside my rim.

He works it in and out, his release slicking the way, and I groan.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Mac,” he whispers and pushes the largest part of the toy into my hole. Filling me, body and heart, with him . “ Me alegro mucho de que mi corazón te haya elegido. ”

I don’t quite catch all of that, but I grin anyways.

I know enough to recognize he’s saying some sweet shit about choosing me, and I reach up to palm the back of his neck. Haul him back down on top of me. Press my lips to his and lick my way back into his mouth.

The only thing that stops me from keeping up the make-out session for the rest of the day is the sound of my phone ringing somewhere in the distance.

A moment later, Jordan’s fur kid hops up onto the bed and meows right next to us as if telling me I need to move my ass.

When Jordan finally pops his lips free, his smile shines down on me.

“Outside the bubble is calling,” he mutters and leans over to touch his forehead to Cookie’s. She nuzzles him, then stretches closer to nudge at my cheek.

“Ugh. I don’t wanna move now.”

Jordan snickers and snags the cat with his clean hand before she can wander into a mess and climbs off the bed.

I miss him immediately.

But watching him tuck the black and white cat into his chest and carry her back out to her tree?

Priceless.

Stretching, I take my time getting to my feet and making my way into the bathroom.

I’m halfway through emptying my bladder and shivering from the tickle of the toy in my ass when Jordan peeks his head in.

“Peach says he’s out front. I gotta run.”

I shake and cup my dick so I can lean over and kiss my man.

“Love you.”

He grins and slaps my ass. “ Te amo .”