Chapter Twenty-Seven
Trent
When I woke up, I didn’t know where I was at first, but I felt warm and comfortable. It only took a few seconds for me to remember that I was on Declan’s couch, surrounded by his warm body, using his arm as a pillow. God, he felt so good up against me like this. I snuggled down into him, then froze when I realized his cock was pushing against my ass. His hard cock.
I held in a groan at the feel of it, but I couldn’t help myself, I pushed my ass back into him again. He started to stir and I thought about stopping, but I was still too upset about everything, and the last thing I needed right now was to think about my argument with Evan. I wanted to feel good; I wanted to feel wanted, needed. I just wanted to feel something. Something with Declan. So I pushed my ass back again, then moved my hips forward before pushing back intently. Declan made a weird sound in his throat, then wrapped his arms around me tighter and buried his nose in my hair.
I kept rutting my ass against him and felt him getting even harder. My cock was already painfully hard, and I was desperate for him to touch me. Declan whispered in a sleepy, hoarse voice, “Trent… what are you doing?” He sounded a little sad almost, but it didn’t stop him from hugging me tighter.
“Declan… I… I want you…” I reached behind myself and ran my hand down his side and thigh.
He groaned a little and froze completely with his forehead against my head. I thought he was about to tell me to stop or ask me to leave, but then he gently placed a soft kiss on the back of my neck, followed by another one, and another. I panted and whimpered a little and resumed my rutting. I ran my hand down his side and thigh again, then back up to grab his ass. I pulled him toward me as I pressed back and he moaned against my neck.
God, that sound is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I rubbed his ass cheek and pulled him again as he trailed his hand down my chest to the hem of my shirt, then slipped his hand underneath. When his fingers brushed my skin, I whimpered and trembled under his touch. He managed to grab my unoccupied hand with his—the arm I was lying on—and he laced our fingers together as his other hand explored my stomach and chest. By the time he flicked my nipple, I moaned and quivered from the touch. I was already so fucking desperate for him. I wanted him. I’d fucking wanted him for a long-ass time. Now I wanted him more than I ever had before.
No, now I fucking needed him.
“Declan… need you,” I whispered.
He hummed at me and sucked on my skin, then trailed his mouth up to my ear where he whispered, “What do you need?”
I groaned. “You. Anything. Everything.”
Declan suddenly removed his hand from under my shirt, making me whimper in protest, but then he tilted my chin as he moved to lean over me and look me in the eyes. I gasped when I saw the vulnerability in his baby blue eyes. He searched my eyes for a moment before brushing his fingertips over my cheek and whispering, “Don’t run away this time.”
I covered his hand with my own. “I won’t.” I leaned up and softly kissed his lips. “I promise I’ll never do that again.”
He closed his eyes, then searched my face again before giving me a little nod. For some reason, that vulnerability in his gaze remained in place. He looked scared. He looked like he didn’t believe me. It saddened me that he felt that way, but I sort of deserved it after last time. It saddened me that there were people from his past that had made him so insecure, so worried about people leaving him and not loving him, that they made him feel like he was unlovable. They made him think that no one could ever love him. They made him think that no one would ever stick around.
I didn’t want him to feel that way. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to know I cared. I wanted him to feel good.
So I shifted on the couch to face him and cupped his cheek, then pulled him in for a slow, sensual kiss. Our tongues brushed each other, and it was like sparks flew, buzzing all over my body. I hummed into his mouth and deepened the kiss. Dec cupped my cheeks and I found myself climbing over top of him and rutting our hips together.
Luckily, we were both in sweatpants, so it was easy to feel his erection rubbing against mine. And hot damn did it feel fucking amazing. So fucking amazing that I was in serious danger of coming in my pants. But I didn’t want to do that, not this time. I wanted to taste him. I’d been dreaming about tasting him for what felt like years but was really only months.
I straddled his hips and sat up, pulling my shirt over my head before grabbing his shirt and pulling it off. I saw a huge scar on the side of his stomach—a cruel reminder of what his father had done to him the night he’d kicked him out of the house. I didn’t want to bring up unhappy memories, so I didn’t draw attention to it, though I promised myself that I’d kiss the hell out of the spot when I got to it.
Declan rubbed his hands over my chest and stomach as I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips before gently nibbling my way across his jaw and down his neck; his stubble scratching my lips along the way—I fucking loved it.
I made my way across his collarbone and down the center of his chest. His skin tasted so fucking good that I kept humming and moaning, almost as much as he was. He was panting and he had his hands buried in my hair, which made me smile. When I took his nipple between my teeth, he hissed and arched up into me. So I did the same to his other nipple, receiving the same reaction from him. Slowly I licked, sucked, and nipped my way down his stomach, following his happy trail. I couldn’t help but nuzzle my nose into his hair above his pants. Then I ran my lips and tongue across his big scar, wishing I could go back in time and take away the bad memories, take away the broken beer bottle from his father. It hurt my heart to know that someone he’d loved and trusted could do something like that to him.
“Trent,” he whispered and I could hear the vulnerability in his voice.
I somehow knew that he wasn’t ready for the emotions I was bringing up, so I kissed his scar, then looked up at Declan and whispered with a smile, “You taste good.”
He brushed his hand through my hair as I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips and allowed me to pull his sweatpants all the way off—he was going commando, yum—so I dropped them on the floor, then continued kissing, licking, nipping, and sucking on his skin. I focused on every single part of him except the big, fat, leaking cock in front of me. I used my mouth and tongue and teeth on his hips and thighs; I nuzzled into the trimmed hair around his cock; I even licked his balls. I wanted to draw out his pleasure and anticipation, maybe even make him beg.
“Trent,” he whimpered.
Without moving my mouth away from his thigh, I muttered, “Yes?”
“Please…”
“Please what?”
He groaned, so I looked up at him, seeing his lust-filled eyes. I smiled, and keeping eye contact, I slowly licked his cock from the base to the tip, licking up the salty precum and groaning at the flavor. I asked, “Is this what you want? My mouth on your cock?”
He nodded but didn’t say anything. He ran a hand through my hair again and tried to nudge me toward his aching dick.
“Say it.”
He actually smirked and shook his head before saying, “I want your mouth on my cock. Now.”
I chuckled at his demanding tone, then kissed his thigh and said, “All you had to do was ask.” I sent him a smile before licking the head of his cock and slowly taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He cried out and bucked his hips, so I grabbed them so he was forced to stay still. Then I moved up and down over his cock, using my tongue and swallowing and sucking as much, as hard as I could. From the sounds he was making, he was thoroughly enjoying it.
After only a couple minutes, he nudged my shoulder. “Trent, babe… I’m gonna come.”
My heart skipped a beat at the little term of endearment, and I doubled down on my effort, wanting to make him explode. And explode he did. He shot down my throat as I sucked him dry. He screamed my name and writhed and shook beneath me. Fuck, he tasted so good, I wanted more.
When he calmed down, I licked him clean and kissed his thigh. When I went to crawl back up his body to hug him, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. “What are you doing?”
He crawled over me so I was on my back and he was hovering over top of me, then he kissed me. Hard. He kissed me passionately. He kissed me until I was breathless and didn’t even know my own name anymore. And when he pulled away, he whispered, “I want to taste you, too.” I was so boneless and brainless from his passionate kiss that I didn’t even know what he meant.
But then he was pulling my sweatpants and lacey panties off, and he was kissing and licking and nipping, using his tongue, lips, and teeth all over my body just like I’d done to him. And when he took my achingly hard, leaking cock into his mouth, I yelled out from the pleasure. Holy fucking shit. Fuck, did he know how to use his mouth.
Almost embarrassingly soon, I had to tap his shoulder to try and warn him, but that only seemed to encourage him because he sucked harder. And before I knew it, I was screaming his name and shooting down his throat as white-hot pleasure shot through my body like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’d never come so hard in my life. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to move again.
“You killed me,” I muttered.
When he didn’t say anything, I looked at him and frowned. He sat up, staring at me like he was unsure. He looked scared again. Fuck. I opened my arms, encouraging him to lay with me. Luckily, he took the hint and crawled back up my body, tucking his head into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, kissing the top of his head, and praying that he’d feel how much I wanted to be there with him. He felt amazing in my arms. I wanted him to stay there forever.
We both tried to catch our breath, not saying anything for a few minutes. I started rubbing his back, and he drew circles on my chest. I rested my cheek against his hair and breathed in his sweaty, musky scent that smelled freaking amazing.
After lying that way for a while, Dec quietly asked, “You’re really not going to run away?”
I frowned again and squeezed him to me. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”
He sighed and pushed into me a little. I cupped his cheek and made him look at me. “I’m not going anywhere. This is exactly where I want to be.”
He stared at me, and instead of saying anything, he reached his lips up to kiss me softly, then he rested back on my chest. I continued rubbing his skin, and every once in a while, I’d kiss his forehead.
I didn’t know how long we stayed that way, but we didn’t move until we heard someone moving around in the hallway.
“Oh shit,” Declan said as he jumped up and grabbed the throw blanket that had fallen on the floor at some point. He covered us both and snuggled back into my side.
Kade’s voice called down the hall, “Is it safe to come out there?”
I cringed because I knew the only way he’d even be asking that was if he’d heard us.
Kade said, “I really need to get to work.”
Dec cleared his throat before yelling, “Yeah, it’s safe.”
Kade sprinted through the living room holding his hands up like shields so he couldn’t see us. “Next time, can you a least go in your fucking bedroom, Declan?” And before either of us could say anything, Kade was out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
I pressed my cheek to Dec’s hair and closed my eyes. “I totally forgot he was here.”
Dec cleared his throat. “Yeah, me too. I didn’t think about it because I don’t remember him coming home last night. Must’ve come in after we fell asleep.”
“I didn’t hear him come in. You didn’t wake up?”
“Apparently not.”
I nodded against him, then asked, “What are your plans for the day?”
He shrugged. “I don’t really have any, except going to the grocery store.”
“Yeah, that’s all I have to do, too.” I thought about my next words carefully. I didn’t want to freak him out, but I also knew that I didn’t want us to be in this weird pseudo-relationship thing anymore. I took a deep breath. “Will you let me take you out on a date tonight?”
It took several minutes for him to answer me, but I knew he was only processing. While he thought, he kept rubbing his fingertips over my chest, drawing random shapes, and I rubbed my hand over his back, shoulder, and arm. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. “You mean like a real date, right? As in, you and I would be officially dating?”
“Yes. That’s… that’s what I want.” I kissed his forehead. “I know you don’t date, or you haven’t in a long time, anyway. But, Dec, I can’t do a friends with benefits thing or whatever, I just can’t. I care too much about you, and I know we’ll both just end up getting hurt. But I also know that I want to… keep doing this,” I waved my hand over our bodies, indicating our nakedness, “too. I don’t think I can keep my hands off you.” I squeezed him for good measure. I’d said the last part half-jokingly, but the truth was that I honestly didn’t think I could. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anyone I’d ever known or seen in my life.
After what felt like an eternity, Declan whispered, “Okay.”
“Okay? As in okay, you’ll go on a date? Or…?”
“Yes, okay. Let’s go on a date.”
I smiled hugely. “Really?”
“Really.”