Page 26 of If the Trap Fits


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Ihad my clothes off by the time Troy reached the rooftop. He glanced around, his gaze landing on the canopy I’d set up to provide shade over the old lumpy mattress and blankets. My face burned, and my stomach flipped. Fuck. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken him here. Now he knew I’d come here earlier and put this together, hoping I could get him out to agree to give me another shot.

“You planned this?” he asked.

“Just sex, remember?” The word scalded my tongue. The sex was amazing. I would take it, but that wasn’t what this was all about. I’d set this place up as a reminder of what we’d had. Stupid. We weren’t clueless eighteen-year-olds anymore. We were grown men, and if I hadn’t been stuck in the past, I wouldn’t have been idiot enough to hint how I felt.

“All right, then. I can do that.”

Troy ripped his polo shirt off and threw it over one of the long ropes holding the canopy up. His jeans soon joined it, then his boxers.

I let out a whimper I would be ashamed of later but was appropriate in the face of his massive hard-on. I wanted it badly. No one knew I’d shamelessly chased BBC over the years to reclaim what I’d had with Troy. Some of those guys had even more impressive sizes, but they never felt quite right.

Now I knew why. I needed the appendage on this specific man.

“It used to drive me wild when you looked at me like that,” he said.

“Like what?” I swallowed.

“Like you only want me.”

I only want you.

“How does that make you feel?” I asked instead.

“Like I want to put you on your back, make you limber like your soft pretzels, and fuck you until your eyes cross over.”

“Jesus, Troy.”

“It’s been a long time since you’ve sucked me off, Maddie. I’ve forgotten what you look like with those lips spread around my cock.”

“Let me show you.”

I went down on my knees on the cold concrete and took his cock between my lips. Moaning, I swallowed, drawing him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” Troy hissed. “I forgot how aggressive you can get. Always loved that about you.”

I took his hand and put it over my head. Troy sank his fingers into the strands, pulling them hard enough to have tears pop into my eyes. My nipples tingled, and my cock grew even harder.

“There you go.” Troy angled my head and took over our rhythm. He thrust into my mouth, snapping his hips faster and faster. I had to open wide for him to fit. “Taking it like a man. Fuck.”

He pulled back, grasped his dick, and squeezed. He beckoned for me to get up, and when I did, he held my chin and kissed me. I moaned and wrapped a hand around his back. He walked me toward the makeshift bed and lowered me onto the mattress.

“Did you bring lube?” he asked.

“Yes, and I prepped before the festival, so you don’t have to spend time on it.”

“Thank fuck.”

He took the lube and condom from me, quickly got himself ready, and stroked two fingers over my hole.

“You weren’t kidding.” He slowly pushed his fingers inside me. “You’re still relaxed.”

“I wanted to be ready.I remember how big you were.”

“Just the way you like it.”

“Yeah. You got me addicted to it.”

He chuckled. “Are you now? So did you go through withdrawal when I left?”

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