In Safe Arms (My Truth Book 2)

by Ann Grech

  Angelo closed his eyes, a small smile tilting the corner of his lips up. “Then make love to me, Trent.”

  I didn’t need any further invitation. I drizzled more lube on my finger and brought it back to his pucker, slowly pushing past his resistance. We moaned at the same time. His heat enveloped me, and the tight drag of his channel had me sucking in a breath. Angelo arched his back, simultaneously pushing back onto my digit and rubbing his cock against mine. With his head thrown back in ecstasy, I sucked on the soft skin of his throat and hummed when he breathed, “More.”

  I slid a second finger inside him and scissored them, stretching him ready for me. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt him. He had to be ready, so I took my time preparing him, adding a third finger and enough lube that I glided easily in and out of him. His moans sounded pained, but his leaking cock and the steady rocking of his hips told me that it was the good kind—the kind bordering on desperation. My own dick was throbbing, and I was so close to blowing my wad I was sure I’d embarrass myself as soon as I finally slid home. But I didn’t think Angelo was far off either.

  I reached out for the condoms again, but Angelo snagged my wrist. His eyes, pupils blown with lust, slowly focused on mine. “I’ve never done this. I’m negative for everything. Can we skip the protection?”

  His words reached deep into my chest and mended so many of the wounds there. Angelo loved me enough that he wanted to do this with me and he didn’t even want the latex barrier between us. It wasn’t as if it wouldn’t already be intimate, but taking that step—the one usually reserved for people who were in a committed, exclusive relationship—meant everything. “He didn’t use protection, but I got tested and I don’t have anything. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test either.” I paused, letting the feeling of being so utterly wanted wash over me. “You’ll be my first, Angelo. In all the ways that matter, you’ll be my first.”

  “Make love to me, Trent.” He kissed me then, long, slow kisses, our tongues caressing and our breaths combining until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. I gripped my shaft, slathering it with more lube, and shifted so my cockhead was at his hole.

  “Tell me if you need me to stop.” I kissed Angelo again, guiding him down onto my shaft, a tiny amount. I hadn’t breached him and when Angelo tensed, I froze.

  “Don’t stop. Oh, fuck,” he breathed. “So good.” I let him work himself onto me, my corona popping past his resistance on a sigh from Angelo. Silky smooth heat squeezed me tight, making my head swim and my orgasm rush toward me. It was indescribable. Never had I experienced anything like it. Even only partly buried in him, I’d never felt anything so good. Maybe it was the emotion talking, maybe it was watching Angelo toe the line to rapture, but the chemistry between us was incendiary. Powerful yet beautiful, like the majesty of rolling waves on a rocky coastline, or lightning strikes during a summer storm.

  I held my hands on his hips, his warm skin tight with tension as Angelo’s muscles quivered and he strained with effort. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and breathed him in, his scent calming my racing heart but bringing the inevitable one step closer. With every small rock of his hips, Angelo sank further down on me, inching down to the base of my cock. His breathing was choppy and his eyes glassy with desire. His lips, wet from our kisses, tempted me once more, and I kissed him long and slow. My entire being was centered on this man. The one in my arms. The one making love to me with every slow move. Every inch of us was connected. His hands were in my hair again while I wrapped mine tightly around him.

  Finally, he was fully seated and I paused, holding him there until he got used to the stretch of my shaft buried in him. But he was having none of it, grinding down harder on me. I gritted my teeth and tried desperately to stave off my orgasm. I needed to make this first time with Angelo as good for him as it was for me. I never wanted him to forget, or regret, waiting for me for years. I squeezed my eyes shut and nuzzled his throat as I planted my heels into the mattress and pushed up, moving Angelo as I tilted my hips as much as I could without using my hands for leverage. I knew I’d hit the spot, the magic P-button, when Angelo gasped and his shaft hardened against my belly. “I’m close already,” I confessed, murmuring against his throat.

  “So am I,” he moaned, and relief surged through me knowing I could do that to him.

  “Touch yourself,” I begged him, but he shook his head.

  “Don’t need to.” That knowledge had me riding the edge, ready to fall into a blissful oblivion. I wanted to dive in headfirst and never leave if it would be like this between us every time. And I knew it would only get better with experience, with knowledge of what each of us enjoyed. I knew this was only the beginning of our journey. But the only destination I had in mind was making my man, my love, come.

  Sucking on the soft skin under his ear and grazing his throat with my teeth had Angelo shuddering. Lifting him and driving him down onto me again, I plunged into Angelo’s tight heat and aimed for his prostate every time. Angelo’s cries, the whimpers and curses told me I was spot on. That I was sending him into orbit.

  I felt the rhythmic clenching of his ass muscles before he cried out, his cum coating my belly as he shot pulse after pulse between us. I had no hope of resisting the pull any longer, not that I wanted to. I surrendered, letting myself get washed away in bliss as I came too. My moans were garbled, completely incoherent as the tingle at the base of my cock expanded outward, sending a buzz through millions of my nerve endings in chorus. With each throb of my shaft, I pumped my orgasm into Angelo and those final binds from my past fell away. I was free. And if freedom wasn’t loving Angelo, I didn’t know what was.

  My body thrummed and my mind soared like an eagle riding the wind currents high in the sky. I could imagine dipping and turning, the rush of wind against my face as I floated, untethered to any of the negativity my past had shackled me with. Having his body against mine and finally being able to express everything to him I’d ever dreamed of was nirvana. Shangri-la. He relaxed into me, and I lay back, pulling him with me. I never wanted to let go. Forever in his arms, sweaty and sticky sounded like heaven to me. My softening cock slipped free of him and we both groaned. “I should get up,” Angelo mumbled. “But I don’t think I can move yet.”

  “Stay,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. Angelo nuzzled my throat, dropping a lingering kiss on my Adam’s apple. I closed my eyes and breathed him in, holding him tight. He shifted, stretching his legs out and tangling them together. We rolled to the side, lying face-to-face and still pressed together. I watched his eyelids flutter closed as I gently traced the line of his spine down to his ass and followed it to his knee with my fingertips. I kissed him, a press of lips against his and he opened, searching me out. Utterly sated, I tried to show him how he’d affected me. What he’d done by giving me his unconditional love. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be open. I wanted to walk down the sidewalk holding his hand. I wanted to kiss him in public. To hug him. I wanted to live my truth. I never wanted to leave his arms.

  “What are you thinking?” Angelo asked, tracing the line of my jaw. “You look like you’re concentrating.”

  “I want to come out. I don’t want to hide anymore. I want this in public.” Angelo laughed and I grinned, realizing what I’d said. “Well, not this this. But this us.” Becoming more serious, I added, “In your arms I’m safe. You give me the courage to do it. I’ve never had that before.” I kissed him slowly and pulled back, resting my forehead against his. “I never want to give you up.”

  “You never will. I love you, Trent.”

  “I love you too.”

  He kissed me then and snuggled down on the arm I had resting under his head. “Let me close my eyes for five and then I’ll clean us up,” he mumbled.

  “Lift up.” I kissed his forehead and pulled away, smiling at his grumbling. In my attached bathroom, I warmed the water and wet a couple of facecloths, wiping myself down before taking one to Angelo
and doing the same to him. He was sleepy and I didn’t blame him. I tossed the soiled cloth aside and pulled the covers over us, pulling Angelo back into my arms. He came willingly, half lying on me as I started to doze.

  14

  Angelo

  I pulled in the drive, exhausted after my third wedding in three days. My body demanded that I crash. Curl up and sleep for a week. But I hadn’t spent any time with Trent, and despite what I needed, that’s what I really wanted. Especially because we’d experienced such a fundamental shift in our relationship only days earlier. Making love to him was something I still didn’t have the words to describe. It was an experience I wanted to repeat daily for the rest of my life, but so far, we’d barely seen each other.

  The townhouse was dark when I opened the door from the garage, and while I understood Trent going to bed, I wished I could have spoken to him before joining him. When I spied the flickering light of a candle burning in the kitchen, I frowned. It was unlike him to even light one, never mind leave it burning while he was in bed. He was a paramedic—he knew the risks of an unattended open flame. Then I rounded the corner into the kitchen and grinned. Standing there, in a pair of loose fitting, low-hanging pajama pants was Trent, jiggling a teabag in a mug.

  “Hey,” I sighed as he turned, handed me the cup, and reached for my camera equipment. Placing it gently on the floor out of the way, he took my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.

  “Evening.” He smiled at me softly with so much warmth and affection in his eyes that it took my breath away. “Come have a soak and get changed. I’m taking you on a date.”

  I mentally groaned, hoping that I’d managed to keep the sentiment inside my own head. There was nothing in the world I wanted to do more than spend time with Trent, but I was wrecked. My body was crying out for sleep. “A soak would be great,” I mumbled on a yawn as Trent blew out the candle and I followed him down the corridor to the main bathroom. The tub was already half full, the remnants of a bath bomb fizzing away and steam curling above the water. Soft classical music played in the background, and more candles were spread around the edge of the tub and on the vanity countertop.

  “It’s beautiful in here, Trent. Incredibly sweet.” I looked around and placed my mug on the counter before moving to unbutton my vest.

  “Let me do that.” Trent replaced my hands with his and undid the waistcoat I wore. Once he’d slipped it free of my shoulders, he folded it, taking care to lay it gently over the chair in the corner. He tugged at my violet-colored bow tie, and once it was free, he grasped both ends gently and tugged me to him. His smile was warm and his movements slow and measured, cherishing me with the graze of his fingertips against my cheek. I sighed into his mouth as he brushed his lips against mine in a soft kiss. A gentle whisper of his plump flesh against mine sent shivers through me and made my eyes drift closed. I opened to him and he slipped his tongue inside, only the slightest of caresses against my own. I hummed, a contented rumble sounding in my throat as I chased his tongue back into his mouth. His lips curved against mine in a smile, and I wasn’t sure whether it was his embrace, the steamy room, or that simple action of making him smile that sent a rush of warmth through my chest. But whatever it was, it lit me up from inside. He pulled me closer, kissing me deeper, and I fell headlong into the magic of his touch. His taste—fresh mint and something uniquely Trent—made me crave him more. I couldn’t get enough of him, but I wanted to savor every moment of this connection with him. Trent’s touch on my skin, his gentle hands loving me had me leaning closer, wrapping my arms around him. He lifted his hands to my face and I gasped as he kissed me slow and sensuously. I sighed dreamily, loving his undivided attention focused on me. He was a nurturer at heart and there was no doubt in my mind that he’d take care of me that night.

  I felt the loss of his hands to my bones when he went back to unbuttoning my shirt. But it wasn’t until he needed to tug it out of my pants that he pulled back a fraction and set to work taking it off. I blinked my eyes open slowly, and the look on Trent’s face had my breath lodging in my throat. Desire, lust, love written into his features. Pupils blown, lips wet and swollen from our kiss. I wanted to dive right back into him, and when his teeth bit down into his bottom lip, pressing the plump flesh down, I moaned. My nostrils flared as I sucked in a breath, praying for enough self-restraint not to jump him. Trent smiled, the barest tilt of his lips, and flipped my hands so my wrists were up. I got the hint and slipped my cufflinks off before tossed them haphazardly toward the sink. They landed with a clatter as the buckle of my belt hit the floor, the leather snaking down and hitting too only a split second later. I admired Trent as he fell to his knees and undid the laces on my dress shoes. I reached out for him, needing the constant connection with him. My fingers connected with his silky hair and I ran them through it, watching the strands slip through my fingers. He waited for me to toe off my shoes before reaching for the button and zipper on my pants. The dark material pooled at my feet, and Trent helped me out of them. The move wasn’t sexual; it was infinitely gentle. He took such care when he folded them and placed them on the chair, and it made me smile. I threw my shirt straight into the hamper and tugged off the white singlet I wore underneath, tossing it in the same direction. Even though I wasn’t yet naked, peeling my dark socks off one foot at a time was oddly intimate. More intimate than I imagined it would be. I bit down on my bottom lip, wishing Trent would look up at me. After my second sock followed the first into the hamper he did, and my breath caught.

  “I’d really love to kiss you right now,” he rasped, his voice low and rough.

  “You should definitely kiss me,” I responded breathily, and his lips turned up in a wickedly sensual smile. Pleased, as if he’d set a challenge and I’d passed. He pressed his lips to my thigh, sending a shiver through me and trailed kisses up to my hip bone. I slid my eyes closed on a moan and let my head fall back, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him long. When our gazes met once again, his dark eyes sparkled with a light I hadn’t seen until we’d made love. His almost black hair shone in the candlelight, its light flickering across his perfectly shaped face, framed with a dark stubble that was soft to my touch. I wanted to feel it brush against my cheeks when we kissed. I wanted to feel it between my thighs too, but most of all, I wanted to memorize every detail. I never wanted to forget this moment.

  Another shudder passed through me as his hot breath wafted over my thickening shaft and his fingertips curled into the waistband of my black briefs. If I wasn’t so preoccupied with the beautiful man on his knees for me, I’d be embarrassed by the tenting in my underwear. But he was a dream come true. Beyond a fantasy. This man, who I’d loved from afar for so long, who held my heart almost from the moment I’d met him, loved me. And he left me in no doubt that he cared with his unhurried movements, reminiscent of unwrapping a gift. He was worshiping me, loving on every inch of my skin he touched.

  I ran my fingers through his hair again, needing the connection and greedy for any part of him I could get. Trent tugged the back of my briefs down, exposing my cheeks. Running his nose up my cloth-covered erection, he placed a soft kiss at my crown. I sucked in a breath, sensation rocketing through me. He hummed and did it again before peeling my underwear the rest of the way off.

  I wanted his mouth, his hand. Anything. Everything. And Trent didn’t disappoint. He took me deep, slowly and so thoroughly licking and sucking me until my toes were curling. He worked me over, bringing me to a climax so strong that my legs were like jelly after I’d come.

  When I could open my eyes again and focus on my surroundings, steam no longer curled over the water. I didn’t have it in me to be disappointed, but the furrow on Trent’s forehead told me he minded. He dipped his hand into the water and pursed his lips. I stopped him when he reached for the faucet again. “It’s okay. It won’t be cold.” Trent opened his mouth as if to argue but I placed my fingers over his lips. “It probably would have been too hot before. This is perfect.” Reluctantly ag
reeing, Trent held my hand, helping me step into the water. The heat touching my toes was heavenly, and I sighed when I eased my languid and exhausted body gingerly into the tub. Trent held a waterproof pillow behind my head, and I gratefully leaned back into it, reclining as much as I could in the water. I watched as he soaped up a sponge and started at my shoulders, washing me with gentle strokes of the loofah. He worked his way down my body so meticulously, so carefully showing me how much he treasured me with every movement. I could have stayed in the tub all night but I couldn’t hold back my yawn any longer. As soon as I did, Trent began rinsing me and was soon reaching for my hand to help me up. I was shattered, but also kind of excited to see what he’d planned. Midnight had been and gone, but that didn’t matter. We had our pick of places to go; Queenstown was always buzzing.

  “You ready to come out?” Trent asked, as if he was reading my thoughts. I nodded, another yawn escaping as he passed me a fluffy towel. “I’ll leave you to get dry. Gimme a second and I’ll bring in some clothes for you, but once you’re dressed wait until I come back, okay?” I smiled at him, a little confused and a lot curious, but I agreed to what he asked and he was gone.

  The bath and the orgasm had completely relaxed me, and I scrubbed my hands over my face trying to wake up, but it didn’t work. Another yawn ripped free as I finished drying and wrapped the towel around my waist. It was only a moment later that Trent cracked open the door and held out a pair of light gray pajama pants. I frowned, trying to understand why I would be wearing sleep pants if we were going on a date. When I took them though, those thoughts fled. The material was soft to the touch and warm like he’d put it in the dryer. “Thank you,” I murmured, trying to stifle another yawn.