His eyes strayed down to the boner tenting my boxer briefs and lingered.
“Frat boy,” I whined, which was completely uncalled for, but I wanted my mouth back on him.
Trent chuckled, the throaty sound only making it worse, and flung out his hand to grab a phone and check the screen.
His loud laugh burst through the room, making me scowl. “What?”
“TheGearSharkarticle released,” Trent said, still staring at his phone.
“That was today?”
“Guess so,” he said. “Everyone’s sending photos of it out in the wild.”
“Who cares?” I said, eyes straying back to his dick. It was still hard, the tip shiny from my mouth, and?—
“Lorhaven is pissed.”
I burst out laughing.
“Says he’s going to use his jazz hands and slap us into next week.”
“He’d have to catch me first,” I mused, settling back between his thighs and wrapping my fist around his girth.
He grunted, and I gave it a squeeze, pushing it up against his stomach to suck one of his balls into my mouth and tug.
His knees bent a little, so I sucked harder, making his feet draw up until they were flat on the mattress. A hot wave of lust shot through me, and I thrust against the mattress. Still gripping his cock, I released his sack to push my face between his cheeks.
Trent arched a little, making a sound before widening his legs to give me more room. Groaning, I settled in, lavishing his hole with my tongue.
“The cover turned out pretty good,” he said, his voice a little out of it.
I grunted in reply and kept licking while working his dick.
“They went with the one of me with my shirt open.”
I froze mid lick.
“You wanna see?”
I lifted my head just enough to look up the long length of his torso. Trent tilted the screen down so I could see the photo filling it.
And there we were.
Me in my track suit and him looking like a fucking thirst trap. But what was even better was the way that thirst trap was looking at me. Like I was all he saw.
I’m yours.
I grabbed the phone out of his hand and tossed it over the bed before diving between his legs, spearing him with my tongue.
He cursed, and I did it again. “Mine.”
He tried to laugh, but it turned into a drawn-out moan as I put my fingers where my tongue had been.
“I’m not sharing you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
I kissed my way up his dick and chest until I was over him. “I want you, T. I want you so bad.”
