Trust (London Love #5)

Fuck. No. Not at all. Not right now.

“Reubs,” he whispered. “Do you trust me? Nothing bad. It’s just me and you. And I’ll show you.”

“Don’t hurt me.”

“I’ll never hurt you,” he promised.

And I believed him. Trusted him. I really did.

I turned my head and caught his lips. Let him kiss me the way he always did, but this time his hand was in my underwear. I grabbed the hem and shoved them down because I wanted something. With him.

My dick? Yes, it was playing along, traitorously hard and jerking into his every little movement.

I was trying to be quiet, not make the bed creak, but now I was on my back and I’d kicked the duvet off, my hips rising clumsily to meet his touch. His mouth was on mine, and he was leaning over me, pushing, trying to get me back on my side of the bed so he could get a better angle.

Yes. Like that.

“Faster,” I moaned.

This was so fucking…

“Good boy,” he whispered in my ear. “Let me make you feel good. So beautiful.”

You can’t see me, you wanker! I wanted to say, but I opened my eyes, and the light was streaming through the curtains, enough for me to make out his jawline, the way his lips curved, his little nose. He pressed it to mine and looked at me, all blurry and dark and out of focus as my brain started to melt.

Everything was muffled and soft.

Except his voice.

“One day,” he whispered. “I’m going to let you press this cock right into my hole and you’re going to fuck me so hard you won’t even know what hit you. That gorgeous cock of yours slamming into me, and you’ll know. Right there and then. That it’s you and me forever. See? I know this.”

Another kiss. I whimpered.

I had no idea what he was playing at, only that I needed whatever he was doing to me. More of his stupid talk. More of his hands. More kisses. More everything.

“Want me to take your load? I can…just…lean down…”

Oh, fucking hell.

“Slip the head of your cock into my mouth. It’s warm. Wet.”

There were sounds coming from me that I couldn’t control. My whole body shivered with need as he jerked my cock. Harder. Faster.

“Come in my mouth. Fill me up. Your whole load, baby. All of it. Want to taste it.”

I was being loud. I knew, and I just couldn’t help it. My voice quivered with some kind of moaning scream.

Then he leaned over. Blew a small huff of breath on my dick. Kept jerking as he lowered his head.

Slow.

Slow.

Warmth.

Wetness.

Slow. Far too slow.