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to my touch. He thrust his hips up, ramming his cock into my fist. His hands were clawed into the blankets at his sides, and his jaw was clenched as his orgasm erupted in hot thick spurts onto my hand and his stomach.
I was still panting when time he came back to earth, and I wiped him down with his disregarded shirt. I closed the laptop he pulled his sweat pants up and pulled me into his still-trembling arms. He mumbled something about me trying to fucking kill him, and settled himself against me. When his breathing evened out not long after, and I knew he was asleep.
I brushed the hair from his forehead with my fingers, kissed his temple and fell asleep, for the first time in my life, in the arms of a man.
CHAPTER 9
It was an odd whining noise that woke me from the best sleep I'd had in years. Peeling back my eyelids, I found my bedroom bathed in sunlight and the source of the whining.
Two big brown eyes and a wet, black nose were mere inches from my face, and very curious. He whined again and huffed, making Trent stir. Trent lifted his head, looked at me then at his dog and smiled sleepily, but he dropped his head back down and sighed.
"What do you want, Bentley?" I asked the dog.
Trent answered with a chuckle, "You're late getting his breakfast."
It made me laugh.
But I glanced at the alarm clock and realized I was late. "Shit!" I flew out of bed, grabbed the quickest shower ever and didn’t bother shaving.
I went back into my room to get dressed, to find my bed was empty. I was a little disappointed I didn’t find a sleep rumpled Trent smiling at me, but the fact he was even in my bed at all made me grin.
I raced down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab my tie and satchel. Trent had toast cooked and he had one piece cut up. Handing a portion to Bentley, he told the dog, "Dr Slacko here's running too late to serve you today."
Trent looked at me and grinned. He was so fucking cute, all messed hair and blue eyes . He handed the other piece of toast to me. I took it with a smile and turned and walked to the door, and he said, "Is that all the thanks I get? Just a sexy smile?"
So I turned on my heel and taking two long strides, I grabbed his face with my free hand and kissed him so hard his wide eyes rolled back in his head. His back was bent, and I was leaning over him, kissing him, thoroughly and fucking deliciously hard. I tilted my head, so I could force my tongue into his mouth, demanding to taste him.
His hand slid along my face, and he moaned when he felt the unshaven stubble along my jaw. I pulled my mouth from his abruptly, and he whimpered. It took a second for his eyes to open and focus. "Thank you," I said with a smile in my voice.
I think I’d rendered him speechless because his mouth opened and closed, but he said nothing. I prompted him with, "You're welcome," and he nodded.
I bit into my toast and chuckled all the way to work.
* * * *
The next few days were some of the best I could recall. Trent and I spent every night together, exploring each other's bodies. He slept in my bed, and it was pretty fucking perfect. I was getting more confident in my skills of pleasuring him, and I was learning what I liked as well. Sometimes we didn’t do anything overtly sexual, just cuddled up and watched TV, and that was pretty great too.
I worked late one day, and when I got home, I knew Trent had been painting, I could smell it. I asked him if I was allowed to see what he was working on, but he denied me. "Maybe when it’s finished," he said, but I could see how me asking made him uncomfortable, and I realized whatever he was painting must be very personal to him.
I dropped the subject, for which he was undoubtedly grateful. I tried not to let it bother me. After all, what we'd been doing for the last two weeks was very fucking personal, but I pushed the matter to the back of my mind.
Work was busier. With a few days of sunshine, there were more broken bones, sprains, scrapes,
I was still panting when time he came back to earth, and I wiped him down with his disregarded shirt. I closed the laptop he pulled his sweat pants up and pulled me into his still-trembling arms. He mumbled something about me trying to fucking kill him, and settled himself against me. When his breathing evened out not long after, and I knew he was asleep.
I brushed the hair from his forehead with my fingers, kissed his temple and fell asleep, for the first time in my life, in the arms of a man.
CHAPTER 9
It was an odd whining noise that woke me from the best sleep I'd had in years. Peeling back my eyelids, I found my bedroom bathed in sunlight and the source of the whining.
Two big brown eyes and a wet, black nose were mere inches from my face, and very curious. He whined again and huffed, making Trent stir. Trent lifted his head, looked at me then at his dog and smiled sleepily, but he dropped his head back down and sighed.
"What do you want, Bentley?" I asked the dog.
Trent answered with a chuckle, "You're late getting his breakfast."
It made me laugh.
But I glanced at the alarm clock and realized I was late. "Shit!" I flew out of bed, grabbed the quickest shower ever and didn’t bother shaving.
I went back into my room to get dressed, to find my bed was empty. I was a little disappointed I didn’t find a sleep rumpled Trent smiling at me, but the fact he was even in my bed at all made me grin.
I raced down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab my tie and satchel. Trent had toast cooked and he had one piece cut up. Handing a portion to Bentley, he told the dog, "Dr Slacko here's running too late to serve you today."
Trent looked at me and grinned. He was so fucking cute, all messed hair and blue eyes . He handed the other piece of toast to me. I took it with a smile and turned and walked to the door, and he said, "Is that all the thanks I get? Just a sexy smile?"
So I turned on my heel and taking two long strides, I grabbed his face with my free hand and kissed him so hard his wide eyes rolled back in his head. His back was bent, and I was leaning over him, kissing him, thoroughly and fucking deliciously hard. I tilted my head, so I could force my tongue into his mouth, demanding to taste him.
His hand slid along my face, and he moaned when he felt the unshaven stubble along my jaw. I pulled my mouth from his abruptly, and he whimpered. It took a second for his eyes to open and focus. "Thank you," I said with a smile in my voice.
I think I’d rendered him speechless because his mouth opened and closed, but he said nothing. I prompted him with, "You're welcome," and he nodded.
I bit into my toast and chuckled all the way to work.
* * * *
The next few days were some of the best I could recall. Trent and I spent every night together, exploring each other's bodies. He slept in my bed, and it was pretty fucking perfect. I was getting more confident in my skills of pleasuring him, and I was learning what I liked as well. Sometimes we didn’t do anything overtly sexual, just cuddled up and watched TV, and that was pretty great too.
I worked late one day, and when I got home, I knew Trent had been painting, I could smell it. I asked him if I was allowed to see what he was working on, but he denied me. "Maybe when it’s finished," he said, but I could see how me asking made him uncomfortable, and I realized whatever he was painting must be very personal to him.
I dropped the subject, for which he was undoubtedly grateful. I tried not to let it bother me. After all, what we'd been doing for the last two weeks was very fucking personal, but I pushed the matter to the back of my mind.
Work was busier. With a few days of sunshine, there were more broken bones, sprains, scrapes,
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