Vessel (Cutting Cords Series Book 2) Page 16

  He grinned savagely. “You like resisting, don’t you?”

  “Let me go.”

  “Why? You want this as much as I do.” He gripped my jaw and took my mouth roughly. Our tongues dueled for a few seconds, but he switched tactic and sucked on my lower lip, sending lightning bolts straight to my groin. I was as hard as steel but unwilling to give in. Trent pulled away for a second and regarded me. “You’re looking for someone to take this decision out of your hands, aren’t you?”

  Maybe I was, but there was no way I’d give him the satisfaction. I raised my knees and lifted my hips, bracing my feet against the mattress to get better leverage. Intent on shaking him off, I bucked like a crazed bronco, but it made him more determined. His thighs gripped my hips and Trent rode me expertly. I tried to unseat him, but I couldn’t match his determination or his strength. The guy had mad skills. I must have whimpered out loud because the atmosphere changed and he loosened his hold slightly.

  “Tell me honestly,” he queried. “Do you want me to quit?”

  In truth, I wanted him to keep on moving, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it.

  He smirked when he saw the size of my boner. “Just so we’re clear.”

  I nodded. “Crystal.”

  He broke eye contact and sucked on the soft skin behind my ear, laying out his plan in a decisive tone that brooked no argument.

  “First, a little ass play to stoke your fire, and when you begin to lose your mind, I’m going to stuff my cock up your tight ass and breed you like a stallion.”

  Holy shit! My knee-jerk reaction to reject his offer died in my throat as a clear vision of being plowed forcefully took flight. Trent flipped me over like a pancake and yanked off my boxers, laying me bare. Unconsciously, I lifted my ass and spread my legs, giving him complete access. When he buried his tongue in my cleft, I roared.

  He chuckled before twirling through every crease and crevice, slobbering wet heat with unerring patience. He was doing an admirable job of bathing me with his saliva, which was just as well since there were no condoms or lube in sight. I assumed this was happening without them. For a split second, I worried about disease, but lust overcame my good sense. He continued to rim me until my erection was unbearable and I broke down and begged in a pathetic litany.

  “Fuck me already. Jesus Christ, Trent. Get on with it.”

  I rutted back and forth against his unrelenting mouth. He was wreaking havoc on my determination to remain aloof and unengaged. It was a losing battle, and I whined pitifully, which acted like an accelerant to his dominant nature. He clutched at my hips so forcefully they hurt, but not enough for me to ask him to stop. I wanted this to happen. I needed to be pounded into the mattress by someone who was desperate to claim me. I was so done with being a world-class reject.

  “Please,” I moaned again. Begging seemed to turn him on and I was a champion begger.

  Trent pushed me away abruptly and sat back on his heels. I glanced over my shoulder, confused. “What’s the matter?”

  He grinned, unable to mask the look of sheer triumph. His lips were slick with saliva, and he rubbed them clean with the back of his hand.

  “On your back,” he ordered. I rolled over slowly, never taking my attention off him. My wrists were still bound and resting on my stomach, inches away from my cock, which lay within reach. Trent followed my every move with a ravenous stare, zeroing in on my fully distended cock, which dribbled precum, making the bulbous head glisten appetizingly. Trent finally tore his gaze away and straddled me, knee-walking until his cock was in my face.

  “Suck me,” he commanded. “Show me what you can do, boy.”

  Normally the term boy would have sent me into orbit, however, there was nothing normal about this evening. I barely understood my own motives and he was still a mystery, but getting off was paramount, and the reasons would have to wait. Trent could have called me much worse at this point, but if proving my worth as a cocksucker was all it took to get him to fuck me, I was more than happy to comply.

  I opened up, relishing the feel of his smooth organ as it slid in, filling my mouth. His “fuck yeah” was enough encouragement, and I sucked on him without another thought. Everything cleared out of my head, except for the urgent need to please him. I wanted to send him on an erotic journey, proving to him that I was worthy of his time and effort. All thoughts of resisting were gone.

  I slid my tongue around his cockhead, sucking up the clear fluid like it was nectar. I was starved for this, and he tasted so good. It had been too many weeks of celibacy, and I was on the fringe of coming before he withdrew unceremoniously.

  “Don’t go,” I whimpered, missing him already.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “You, on the other hand, are about to fly over the moon.”

  “Trent.”

  He slid down my body, stopping at my cock to admire it once more. Holding it firmly with one hand, he said, “You’re hung like a fucking bull.”

  “Get over it,” I snarled, making him laugh.

  He took me in his mouth and destroyed me with his tongue. I had no idea if it was kosher in the BDSM world to have a Dom dispense a blowjob, but this one sure as hell knew what he was doing. I was on the verge of coming, and I drew back, attempting to pull out. “Trent, I’m so close.”

  “No worries,” he said, engulfing me again. He slid a finger into my asshole at the same time, probing around until he found the little treasure that made me erupt, shooting warm spunk down his throat. When he’d had enough, he parted my thighs and spat a mouthful of cum around my asshole. Down and dirty was the order of business tonight, and Trent used my own fluids to ease his path. He positioned his cock, rubbing it around my puckered skin until he was sure it was slick enough to breach without tearing. He rocked into me, moving beyond the tight ring until he was buried deep in my ass. “Bloody hell,” he groaned. “You’re tight as fuck.”

  “Oh my God,” I squeaked, blown away by the burn. It had been a while, and my ass throbbed with the invasion.

  “You okay?” he asked, panting warm gusts of breath around my neck.

  “Give me a sec.”

  “We’ve got all night.”

  “Trent?”

  “What?”

  “Don’t come inside of me.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Thank you.”

  He kissed me and proceeded, drawing back out and plunging deep, rocking and rolling around leisurely. It felt like he was exploring, trying out different angles to see which one most affected me. He was considerate and took his time, waiting for me to catch up. Fortunately, I had youth and deprivation on my side, and I felt myself getting hard again.

  “I knew you’d rebound in a flash.”

  “Shut up and fuck me.”

  “Say please.”

  “Please, you persistent motherfucker.”

  “You can call me sir.”

  “Like hell. It’s Trent or nothing.”

  “Master Trent,” he said, slamming in deeper.

  My ass clenched around his cock, and I massaged it with muscles that were trained to please. Years of practice with Cole had made me pretty good at this, and I could tell Trent was enjoying every second as I squeezed with all my might.

  “Good boy,” he praised.

  “I’m not your boy.”

  “You will be,” he said, pushing in savagely. Something flipped in his brain, and he pounded into me while I matched him shove for shove. He shouted and pulled out quickly, clutching his cock with a tight fist and pumping it roughly until he came in spurts all over my chest, neck, and parts of my face. It was the hottest thing I’d seen in a while, and I joined him, soaring with pleasure as I exploded all over myself. I was covered in spunk, yet he didn’t seem to care. He collapsed on me, licking around my nipples. “Umm… good,” he said, lapping like a giant cat.

  “Untie me, you creep.”

  “Not until you swear to keep your hands to yourself. Scratch me and you’ll be sorry.”<
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  “I promise.”

  He made short order of the knots and tossed the ruined tie away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back down on my chest. “Stay with me?”

  “Of course.”

  Chapter 25

  Sometime during the night, we separated, and I slid out from underneath Trent and went to the bathroom. After finding a washcloth, I soaked it in warm water and cleaned off my chest and groin. I avoided the scratches on my thigh because the red lines were a constant reminder of my epic fail. At least they didn’t look infected, which was a relief, although they stung like hell.

  I rinsed out the washcloth again, wrung it, and then carried it back into the bedroom so I could clean Trent. He stirred when I rubbed at his stomach and groin but didn’t open his eyes, only patted me on the head and mumbled his thanks.

  When I was done, I lay back down on my side, keeping my distance. I had no idea where we were going from here, but I was pretty sure Trent wouldn’t want me clinging to him.

  He rolled over on his side and mumbled. “Can’t sleep?”

  “No. I’m too wired.”

  “After coming twice in one night, I was hoping you’d be more relaxed.”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “It was great, but I have stuff on my mind.”

  “Cole?”

  I nodded. “What else?”

  Trent sat up and reached for a cigarette. He lit two and passed one over to me. It was nice to be with someone who didn’t have issues with smoking. I’d always enjoyed it in the past, but Cole was rabidly against it.

  “You’re a bad influence,” I remarked, inhaling deeply and then blowing out several smoke rings.

  “You can always say no.”

  I laughed. “I have no willpower.”

  “Sure you do, but you have no confidence.”

  “Please don’t start. Let’s have a few uninterrupted hours of peace.”

  “How’s your thigh?”

  “It’s fine.”

  “Are you going to do it again?”

  “It wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be,” I said, recognizing the truth.

  “I’m glad to hear it.”

  “I was furious after our phone call and instinctively reached for an old form of pain management. It used to make me feel better, at least temporarily, but not this time.”

  “You’ve changed.”

  “You barely know me.”

  “True, but you’re human. People evolve over time. Neither one of us is the same person we were a few years ago.”

  “I don’t think I’ve changed that much.”

  “Five years is a long time to remain stagnant.”

  I took another puff and exhaled slowly. I was getting used to the nicotine again after having been pure for so long. It didn’t make me quite as dizzy as it had earlier. Turning to Trent, I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked, despite the bedhead and the thick scruff covering his face. He was attractive as hell, and I didn’t get what he saw in me or why someone with all his experience would waste his time on my sorry ass.

  “I’m sorry about earlier,” I said softly. “This breakup is tearing me apart.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  I peered into his concerned face and my witty comeback died in my mouth. “Are you sure you want to hear the whole sordid tale?”

  “Yes,” he said, taking my hand and squeezing it. “Talk to me.”

  And just like that he set me at ease. I told him everything I knew, starting from the first conversations Cole and I had when he discovered the new forms of genetic testing. Trent listened and only interrupted my flow when he lit another pair of cigarettes and handed one over.

  “Do you think he’s doing this for his father, or is this something he truly wants?”

  “I honestly don’t know, Trent. He’s given me a lot of reasons, but none of them make sense. The worst was when he pushed me away and told me he was doing this because he was certain I’d leave him eventually. Children are his guarantee against loneliness.”

  “Have you ever given him cause to doubt you?”

  “Never,” I said decisively. “You’re the only other man I’ve slept with since Cole and I got together.”

  Trent gave a half smile before kissing me on the cheek. “I’m honored, Sloan. But Cole must have sensed something or had a premonition. One doesn’t dream up accusations like that without basis.”

  “I was an emotional wreck when we first hooked up. As I grew more confident, he became withdrawn and less sure of himself, slowly turning into the needy one. It’s like the whole relationship shifted without my realizing it.”

  “And he didn’t like it?”

  “Apparently not.”

  “I guarantee you that is the root cause of the problem. Cole is a dominant, even if neither one of you chooses to acknowledge it. You were his submissive for years and you changed suddenly. He didn’t know how to deal with it.”

  “I always did what he asked.”

  “Despite your newfound security, you will always be a naturally submissive man. Cole was hampered in many ways by his own weakness. Being blind left him completely vulnerable, and once he started doubting his ability to control you, it spiraled and became an obstacle.”

  “Wait a minute,” I said angrily. “Are you saying all this is my doing because I grew up and became a big boy?”

  Trent glanced at my groin pointedly. “You certainly are a big boy.”

  “Hey,” I said, pointing at my face. “Eyes this way.”

  Trent barked out a laugh. “You’re a crack-up.”

  “Why do you keep calling me a submissive? I’m not.”

  “Shall we have this conversation again? A submissive male is not weak. I wouldn’t touch a weakling with a ten-foot pole. Not because I’m a heartless sociopath, but I’m attracted to men who are confident and know their own mind. I also enjoy men who are willing to give up control when it counts. There’s nothing more satisfying.”

  “You think I’m all that?”

  “And more.”

  “Really? But Cole—”

  “Sloan,” Trent stopped me. “Cole has daddy issues. This was bound to happen, Noriko notwithstanding.”

  “Fucking whore,” I grumbled.

  “Shush,” Trent said, silencing me with a soft kiss. “She’s not the problem.”

  “He wouldn’t have fucked her if she weren’t around.”

  “He would have found another excuse to end your relationship.”

  “But why? I don’t understand how you can stop loving someone overnight.”

  “As I said earlier, life is fluid and ever-changing.”

  “But I thought our love would be forever.”

  “Oh, baby,” Trent said, reaching for me. “Nothing is forever.”

  To my horror, I began to cry. The tears flowed quietly, and Trent didn’t say or do anything to stop them. His silence was calming, and when he held me closer, I didn’t feel unmanned. On the contrary, I felt an immense sense of relief. When I let out the last shuddering breath, he didn’t release me but curled around me instead, and we finally slept, wrung out from all the drama.

  The banging on the door woke us, and I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, gasping in horror. “Trent, get the fuck up. It’s eight thirty.”

  “Oh, crap.” He sat up and quickly sprinted to the bathroom while I went to the door. It was probably Tin, wanting to dress. Wrong. It was Max and he was livid.

  “Why aren’t you ready?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Max glanced over my shoulder, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw Trent coming out of the bathroom. “Well,” he huffed, frowning at both of us. “Now I know why you’re both late. Get your asses in gear and be on the bus in exactly ten minutes.”

  “Aye, aye, mon capitaine,” I snarled.

  He glared at me and left.

  “We’re going to have a lovely photo shoot, aren’t we?” I said to no one in particu
lar.

  Trent shook his head. “You’ve got such a mouth on you.”

  “And your point is?”

  “I like it.”

  “You do?” I was taken aback. Cole hated my sarcasm.

  “I like everything about you,” Trent said, plying me with light kisses. He grabbed my crotch and squeezed. “Especially this.”

  “Size queen.”

  “Guilty.”

  We sat together on the bus, trying not to touch but finally giving in to temptation. It was difficult to keep my hands off Trent, especially when I found out he would be in a kilt today. They were showcasing woolens from the Scottish Weaver and had even allowed Trent to select his own colors. Naturally, he gravitated toward the blue and green of the Hamilton hunting plaid, even though he knew hardly anything about his Scottish ancestry. He was delighted when he found two plaids corresponding to his “clan,” and he strutted like a peacock once he was dressed in his finery. He looked like a hero on the cover of a romance novel, the kind the girls carried around in their oversized purses. Tall, imposing, and fucking gorgeous. The saliva pooled in my mouth when he stood amidst the trees in the English garden setting. Gravitating toward him, I looked around quickly to make sure nobody was the wiser before I slipped my hand underneath the kilt and fondled his bare ass.

  “I love method actors,” I whispered.

  “I knew you’d be sniffing around.”

  “Cocky bastard, aren’t you?”

  “Be nice and I’ll let you play.”

  “How long till you’re done?”

  “If Max has his way, I’ll be here all day.”

  “You’ll have to break for lunch.”

  “Meet me behind the Spanish wall?”

  “Only if you promise not to change.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  “Slut.”

  “Sloan,” he growled, reminding me not so subtly that he was in charge.

  I leaned into him, and for a brief second, we were in complete harmony. My cock swelled against my jeans. “I can’t wait.”

  “Me neither.”

  Chapter 26

  The fountain splashed cheerily, and songbirds were chirping as I crept along the path leading to the Spanish garden for our assignation. Trent was waiting, as promised, and I soaked in the sight of him in full Scottish attire. He was wearing a black jacket over a white ruffled shirt and a round leather purse thingy, the sporran, he mentioned when I stared at it hanging below his waist. I wondered if he had the good sense to slip a few condoms into said purse for good measure. It was all well and good to spray my chest last night, but I wanted him deep in my ass when he came this time.