“I like you watching,” he says after a moment.
My heart hammers in my chest, a flush working down my body. “You do?”
Trent closes his eyes, fucking his fist faster, and I can’t look away. Then I shove my pants down and wrap my hand around my shaft while my face flushes. It feels like the heat of arousal or nerves is going to overtake me. I smear the drop of pre-cum leaking from my tip with my thumb and work my length, squeezing my fingers tight.
Trent’s head rolls toward me, his eyes cracking open to glance at what I’m doing. His tongue rolls against his lips before he bites down.
“It feel good?” he asks.
My breath is short. “Yeah. It’s been… a while.”
Trent’s eyebrows raise. “Since you jacked off?”
“Yeah, kind of. Lynds…” I trail off, not wanting to talk about her.
Trent swallows hesitantly. “I’ve always wanted to know what you taste like.”
I groan, unsure how I feel about his confession, but right now all I can think about is his mouth on me. “You think about that?”
A small laugh escapes him. “I think about a lot.”
His hips thrusts his cock harder into his hand, as if the very thought has him close to the edge.
My heart hammers in my chest and fire climbs up my spine. This isn’t a game we should play, but he thinks about me and that’s more than I could say about my wife. “What else do you think about?”
Trent shakes his head, his eyes dropping to my cock before looking up at me. “Everything. I wonder about how you’d feel in my mouth, how you’d feel when I wrapped my hand around you, how your body would feel over mine when you fucked me.”
I’ve barely started to imagine his words, the feel of his mouth, when it sends me over the edge. I let out a gargled noise as my whole body tenses, my cum shooting all over my stomach unexpectedly. Trent follows in the next second, and I watch in awe as he pumps his load all over his stomach, spurts landing higher on his chest until we’re both panting in the silent night.
I clear my throat, sliding off the bed. “I’m gonna shower.” He doesn’t respond as I head into the bathroom. Emotions areswirling inside, but I can’t make sense of them. I’m not exactly ashamed of what just happened, but I am a little confused. By the time I clean up and get dressed, Trent is asleep in his bed. His back is turned to me and I’m grateful for the small reprieve to think more about our night.
SEVEN
TRENT
I showered and left the hotel before he woke up. Ethan has always been a heavy sleeper, and I’ve never been more thankful. Last night was a whirlwind. I’m still struggling to wrap my mind around it.
When I flew out to help him confront his late wife’s lover, I never expected us to become intimate. I never expected that to ever happen, actually. I figured that ship had sailed a long time ago, and I’ve moved past it.
Finding the closest breakfast cafe, I sit at one of the outside tables and call the one person to ground me.
“Do you know what time it is?” she says, annoyed.
Pulling the phone away, I check the time and roll my eyes. “It’s barely ten for you. The kids should be asleep.”
“They are, but this is my time. My sit here and binge my TV with no one interrupting me time. And look at you, interrupting me.”
I smile, knowing her bitching is for show. Marie would pick up my call anytime, any day. “I need you to tell me this isn’t a bad idea.”
My sister is silent for a few seconds. “If you’re asking me, then it probably is but you really want to do it anyway.”
Blinking up at the gray sky, I blow out a breath. “I may have… messed around with Ethan last night.”
“I—wait, excuse me. That’s—Jesus, Trent.Why?” Marie stumbles over her words.
A hollow laugh escapes my throat. “I don’t know! It just happened. I was jacking off and he?—”
“Spare me the details of what you do with your dick, please.” She groans. “Trent, you know I’m all for doing whatever you want. But Ethan…”
