A sniff forces its way from his nose, and I move to trail kisses from his jaw to the crook of his neck.
“We can stop if you need to.”
With a firm, fierce grip on my hair, he pulls my head backward. Glass-coated eyes rimmed with red move between mine, his nose flush at the tip.
“If you stop riding my cock, I’ll break your nose again,” he threatens through gritted teeth.
The muscle at the curve of his chin shakes as another harsh breath huffs through his nostrils.
“I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want to talk,” he tells me with a voice that breaks over his words. “I just want to come.”
My hand meets his throat, gently trailing up the length of it until I reach his jaw. His grip on my hair loosens as my thumb trails across the sharp angle of it, my eyes searching his.
“Connor, please,” he whispers, his hands clamping down on either side of my face. “If you want to help me, this is how you can help me.”
There are a lot of things that Tripp Montgomery doesn’t do. He doesn’t obey traffic laws, he doesn’t follow recipes, he doesn’t wear anything but jeans to the beach, and he never begs.
“Okay,” I nod, his eyes offering me the thanks that his mouth can’t as my thumb brushes across his lower lip.
His head tucks into the crook of my shoulder, his hands leaving my face to let his arms wrap tightly around my body, and my chest aches.
There’s a joke that, if two people really are best friends, they never hug each other, and that’s largely been the case for Tripp and I in our years of friendship. I can count on one hand the number of times that we’ve ever truly hugged each other. We reserve them for big moments. Moments that have a lasting impact long after the hug has ended.
Moments like this one.
“Take it out on me,” I breathe with my lips pressing into his hair. With one arm tightening its grip on my body, the other shifts to let his hand capture the back of my head. A soft cry escapes him as I kiss him again.
A hand travels up the smooth skin of his neck, my thumb trailing over his adam’s apple before my fingers add pressure just below his sharp jawline.
“I’m giving you my permission to use me,” I promise him. “Ruin me if you need to. Fuck me until you can breathe again.”
Swirls of shining almond study me, the plea behind them silent, but still managing to scream at something inside of me.
“It’s okay,” I assure him with a nod as the warmth of his hands travels along my skin. “Use me.”
In a sweeping motion, my body is thrown beneath his as he pins me between himself and the cushions of the couch. Tripp’s face tucks back into the crook of my neck, his lips meeting my skin through the tears he’s trying to pretend that he isn’t shedding.
Pushing a knee toward my chest, he carefully nudges deeper inside to make me curse under my breath. The response seems to offer him the approval that he’s seeking, and he lets his hips work hard against mine, his bandaged hand moving behind my head to grip onto the arm of the couch.
My fingers slides up the back of his neck to tangle into his hair, my touch a gentle contrast to the movement of his hips against mine. With every punch of his cock against the sweet spot inside of me, I feed my approval into his ear in the hope that the sounds of my pleasure might stand even the smallest chance at drowning out some of his pain.
Taking hold of his jaw, I pull his head from its resting place to meet him in another kiss, and the bitter taste of salt hits my lips. I must tense at its flavor, because his grip on my thigh tightens, his head offering a shake so subtle that I could almost miss it as his body presses firmly into mine.
My teeth tug at his lower lip, heat spiraling down the length of my spine as I grind my cock between our bodies. I try to hold it back, to give him more time, but I can’t. Fire shoots through every nerve as I separate from our kiss, my forehead pressed to his as my cum spills onto my stomach.
Taking a firm hold at the crown of his hair, I bring my lips to his neck.
Don’t worry, I think as I pepper kisses against his skin,I won’t look at the tears.
Even if I can feel them falling against my cheek.
Even if I want to kiss every one of them away.
His hold on me is fierce while he comes, panting through his quiet puling.
As we come down, his face tucks back into the crook of my neck, his palms sliding against my hips. I let my hands explore his skin, running soothing trails across his back and down the lengths of his arms, until the sniffling stops and his breathing comes back to normal.
When he finally pulls out of me and the two of us settle next to each other on the couch, he avoids my gaze with flushed cheeks. Tears have glued his long lashes to each other, reddening his eyes and the tip of his nose.
