Page 68 of Love Hate

God, how I wished that were true.

Chapter Thirty-Two

~Andy~

I hoped he knew how much I meant that.

If he asked me to stay with him, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I knew that I’d do anything, be anything he needed, just to see him smile. To make him happy.

I was falling for him. So hard and so fast. And I didn’t know what to do about it. Because what this had turned into for me was something different than what it was supposed to be. We’d agreed that this was temporary from the start. And it wouldn’t be fair to him to tell him I wanted to change the deal.

That I didn’t want to be a priest anymore.

I just wanted to be his.

Trevor skimmed his hands up my sides, lifting my shirt as he moved until I had to sit up so he could pull it off and toss it to the floor. And then he was kissing me again, tender and deep, his fingers trailing over my skin as his tongue slid along mine. Every movement of his body against mine so slow, so deliberate.

He moved his lips, trailing his tongue down my throat, my chest, my stomach as his fingers unbuttoned my jeans, his hands gripping the waistband as he moved further down my body, pulling them off along with my boxers, leaving me naked on the bed.

I reached for the hem of his shirt, but he knocked my hands away, climbing over me again, exhaling warm breath over my erection before taking my tip between his lips and sucking it gently between his teeth.

My back bowed off the bed as my fingers clawed at the sheets. I was desperate to feel him against me, inside of me, but he seemed in no rush to take his own clothes off.

“Trevor.” His name was barely a whisper as it left my mouth on an exhale as he took me deeper into his mouth.

My body felt as if it were on fire for him and I wanted him so desperately that I feared at any moment I might start crying from the pain it was causing in my chest.

He released my cock and kissed his way back up my body, recapturing my lips with his, the tangy taste of my precum still on his tongue.

I arched into him again, the rough denim on his fly creating the most delicious friction against my erection. But then he was gone, climbing off the bed and slowly removing his own clothes while I watched, panting and aching for him.

He grabbed the lube from the desk and brought it with him back to the bed, settling back on top of me again and kissing me softly, exhaling long and slow into my mouth as I took his breath into my lungs.

When he broke the kiss again, he stared down at me, his eyes so open and expressive and for just a moment I let myself believe that this meant something real to him. Certainly the way he was gazing at me felt real. Like maybe I wasn’t crazy and we really did have something between us.

His lips curved into a small smile and he finally looked away, opening the lube with one hand as he sat up, then pouring it over his fingers before spreading my legs apart.

My eyes slid closed as his fingers found my entrance, pressing inside firmly but gently, stretching me open with slow movements. In and out. In and out. In and out. Until I thought I would lose my mind.

Then he was back over me, his hips pushing my thighs up, his tip pressed against me then inside of me, stretching me more, his frustratingly slow movements making me feel every inch of him.

“Andy,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open and met his gaze as his body reached mine and we stared at each other, completely connected, and I absolutely fell apart.

My throat felt as if it were closing up, even though he wasn’t touching it and tears burned at my eyes, falling before I could even think to blink them away. My heart was hammering in my chest, though it felt like it was skipping entire beats.

“Stay with me,” he begged, his own eyes bright as if he too were about to start crying. “Andy, stay with me.”

I nodded, unable to speak. Unable to think.

His fingers found mine and we laced them together as he finally fucking started to move and pleasure pushed my heartbreak aside. My tears stopped flowing and I was suddenly able to breathe again, though that was short lived as he angled his hips and started to hit my prostate with every inward thrust of his cock.

When he wrapped his free hand around my erection I screamed, my orgasm tearing from me, shooting thick and hot and wet between us and Trevor followed me, crying out my name as his cock jerked inside of me, filling me with his release.

He pulled out of me gently, grabbing a shirt from the floor and wiping me clean before settling in at my side, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, my ear pressed over his heart as my fingers started to drum the beat of it against his skin.

“Let’s run away,” I whispered when I could finally speak again.