“Like that?” I ask between panting breaths.
He bares his teeth with a twisted expression of pleasure, only nodding between cries as I shove into him over and over.
My balls slap against his cheeks as I fuck him ruthlessly.
Trent is writhing under me, mewling with the pleasure of my cock burying repeatedly inside him. He shudders, his cock throbbing in my hand as he comes, spurting all over his stomach
“Fuck, fuck. I love you,” he moans.
My eyes widen, my heart twisting with the words. I ignore him, picking up my pace for the last few strokes and then grip onto his thighs as I explode. I spill inside him, filling his ass with my cum.
“Yessss,” he hisses through gritted teeth as I groan through my release.
When my cock starts to soften, I pull out and lie down next to him to catch my breath. Trent puts his arm between us, his fingers brushing mine and I sit up, clearing my throat and scratching the back of my neck.
“I’m going to shower. Thanks… just thanks,” I say, realizing how fucking tacky it makes me feel to thank him for the sex.
He doesn’t say anything as I hurry to my room, washing off the guilt of the night. He let me use his body and told me he loves me, and all it did is make me feel like the walls are closing in. It is the exact opposite of the relief I was looking for.
While I’m getting dressed, Trent knocks on the door frame. Our gazes lock, but he doesn’t seem upset at all. He points his thumb over his shoulder.
“I’m going to order some food and watch a movie. You want to join me?”
I breathe out in relief, glad he’s not mentioning the slip up. Nodding, I smile.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
He winks, leaving me to my thoughts again. The worst part of the evening is that after he confessed how he felt, and I ignored it, it doesn’t stop me from fucking him one more time before we go to sleep.
TWELVE
TRENT
I groan, hearing Ethan up and moving around. The room is pitch black, so we must have only been asleep for a couple of hours at most.
“Ethan?”
He shushes me, his footsteps padding across the carpet before his lips brush against my cheek.
“Go back to sleep,” he mutters and I smile, patting the bed next to me. He lies down and I pull the comforter over my shoulder, turning onto my side as he moves behind me. His chest is flush against my back and his arm is wrapped around my waist.
“You good?” I ask, the words slightly slurred as sleep threatens to pull me back under.
“Goodnight, Trent.”
I blink awake with a groan, shielding the morning sun from my eyes with my hand. It feels like I’ve been sleeping forever. I already know the bed is empty, but sigh anyway when I reach out and feel the cold sheets.
Climbing out of the bed, I take a shower, dreading whatever conversation’s going to come. I hadn’t meant to slip up the way I did, but it’s out and now we have to deal with it. I could feel how restless he was last night.
The apartment is still eerily quiet, and I frown as I get dressed and head to the living room.
“Ethan?”
There’s no answer, and I glance out at the balcony before coming around to the kitchen. A stone drops in my stomach seeing a single white sheet of paper lying on the surface. A forewarning that everything is going to change, I walk to it slowly and pick it up.
I’m sorry
I flip the paper over, but it’s blank on the other side. My hand falls to the counter as I stare at the note for a few minutes, unable to comprehend its meaning.
