Page 4 of The Trust (As Above)

Mac

When I finally stumble back into the apartment above the gym, my bones aching with the exhaustion of a sixteen-hour day filled with wailing on sets and enough emotional turmoil simmering, I plan to fall into bed. Or the couch.

Hell, the floor will do.

Wherever I find Jordan, next to him is where I want to be as long as I get to be horizontal and passed out.

“Tyro?”

When I don’t get an answer, I leave the lights off and step out of my Chucks.

Wander over the plush rug that feels like I’m walking on a cloud.

Make my way to the bed, stripping as I go, and climb beneath the covers.

Cookie skitters away from her spot on my pillow and takes off to hide in her house next to the tv stand.

Passed out and warm, my boyfriend’s hard body leans back into me when I drape myself over his back, my arm curling around his ribs.

“Sorry I’m so late,” I whisper into his hair, kissing the strands.

He hums, a deep rumble that vibrates in my chest, and arches back into me. “Make it up to me.”

I snicker, though it feels a little thick.

But then he scoots all the way back, his cheeks hitting my groin, and I go hard instantly.

I hold him tighter.

“You know I love you,” I whisper thickly, my cock slotting against his crack. “Right?”

“Mm, te amo .” Jordan arches a leg, opening himself up to me and my heart trips over itself when I brush over smooth silicone.

The plug.

Holy shit, the plug.

“Baby,” I groan and trail my fingers down his side and over the globe of his ass until the digits touch the soft material keeping my man’s ass stretched open. “You’ve had this in way too long. Fuck .”

“Waited for you,” he mutters into the pillow, his eyes still closed and my heart lurches. “Don’t make me wait ’til morning.”

A chill races over my skin.

I finger the toy, giving it a gentle tug.

He gasps and arches back.

“Grab the lube, baby.”

The hand that was beneath his pillow emerged, bottle clasped in his grip, and I laugh.

“ Te necesito .”

My laugh cuts off and a flush takes over my skin.

Every time he chooses to speak Spanish to me, it makes my heart skip.

“Okay, okay.” I accept the bottle, coating my fingers and the toy. “Breathe for me.” He does and the resistance I felt around the plug gives way, allowing me to pull it free.

He whimpers and my cock pulses.

“Need you, Vida,” he repeats and I’m fucking aching .

“Touch your cock, baby.”

The blanket moves and the sound he lets out is nothing short of fucking desperate when his grip wraps around his length.

My breath shakes from my lungs, and I fling the blanket back.

I’m right there. So close that I feel the brush of his skin over my overly sensitive shaft and all it would take to enter him would be one short pump of my hips. One jolt forward and I’d be back inside him.

“Are you gonna take my cock again?”

Jordan’s nod is immediate. “Yes. Please. Please, Vida. ” My cock flexes at his words, bumping his gaping hole and he moans. “I’m aching for you, Mac. Please .” He writhes against me, arching back, pushing into me to feel more.

My abs bind up tight.

I fucking love it when he’s like this.

So keyed up and seeking.

Desperate for me .

Only me.

The only one to ever make him feel like this.

The only one to ever touch him like this.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan into his ear as I line my cock up with his hole. “You keep me aching for you.” He pushes back against me, but I don’t let him have me just yet. “But when you get like this?” I growl and tease around the rim. “I feel starved for you.”

The breath that punches out of him is audible as I sink the head of my cock inside him. It slides easily past the rim, his muscles perfectly stretched around me.

“ Mac ,” he cries out, his grip of the sheets gone white. “Give me all of it. Fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.”

I slip another inch inside him. “You beg—” Another inch. “Like such —” Another. “A fucking good—” I pull all the way out and slam back in. “ Good boy .”

Jordan cries out and clamps around me, his cock soaking the sheets with ropes of cum.

He’s not even stroking it .

I’m still teasing his insides when the stars dissipate, slow and deep thrusts that make him tremble.

“Shit, baby. You okay?”

I brush the hair back from his face, stoke down his back and arm.

He gives one more mighty jolt and stills.

“Mac,” he croaks out and it cracks. “I love you.”

My heart stutters in my chest and the corners of my lips tip up.

All day, I thought about him. His wants and needs. How he’d take things. What he’d want from a relationship with me. If he’d want to be in public and hold my hand. If he could …

Fuck , if I could.

But then he flashes me with a sleepy smile. Reaches for me. Tells me he loves me and pulls me in for a kiss that lights my soul on fire.

I have to ask him.

Even if he says no.

Even if Jordan said not right now . Even if this man that’s pressing his lips to mine and tangling our tongues said never .

If all I had was this?

I would live right here. Just like this.

Seven years? Psht. Catch me at seventy.

“I love you,” I say against his lips and flex my hips, burying my length completely in his heat.

“Fuck, Vida,” he whines and reaches around to grab the back of my neck, sealing his mouth to mine.

I grab his jaw and hold him close as I rut into him, his slippery hole fluttering around me as his little gasps feed me with life.

“I-I-I don’t think I have any left,” he breathes out, but he arches his ass up, deepening the angle.

“Feel me anyway, baby.”

One swipe of his prostate and he’s moaning.

“There, Mac. Right there.”

I listen, arching my hips and tagging that spot over and over again.

The sound of my cock slicking into his hole, knowing it’s the remnants of my own release that’s gliding the way, has my toes curling.

I know I should stop. Let him rest. Tend to his abused hole.

But it’s my cum that’s lubing him up .

“Your ass is taking my cock so well, baby,” I mutter into his mouth. “Letting me in. Holding my cum. Stroke yourself— good boy .”

His gasp is shaky.

His hand flying.

“ Mac ,” he cries out and swallows hard. “Fuck, it’s right there.”

“Then take it, baby. Come with my cock so far up your ass, you’re going to feel me for days .”

Jordan moans and turns into me, finding my lips with his, and spills all over the sheets.

His body milks me, begging me for more.

And I give it up to him.

I’d give him everything.

“ Jordan .”