I want Tristen to kiss me again.
Just the thought of his lips claiming mine again has a shiver coursing down my spine.
I want him to do more than just kiss me.
His hands lay beside him, his jaw tight as he watches me grab each of his wrists and flatten his palms to my hips.
He’s hard. Standing straight up in his shorts and settled between my legs.
I’m just as hard andright there. So close to touching him.
“Can I …please, baby, can I touch you?”
My nod is as immediate as it was earlier, this swirlingthingbeneath my skin buzzing louder and harder.
Tristen’s just as fast to respond with a sure grip to the back of my neck, hauling me down to devour my lips once again. It has sounds I can’t explain exploding from my mouth and into his as our bodies pin our erections between us.
The pressure is …amazing. Terrifying. Consuming.
I can feel his length slotting along mine through the fabric, the pulse of him so hard, it’s almost like a stroking grip.
“Okay?” he gasps out against my lips, his fingers curling into my hip. My neck.
God, it’s like he’severywhere.
“Yes,” I moan against his tongue, my hips flexing on their own accord.
“Fuuuck, bubbles, do that again.”
I do and his fingers twitch against me.
“So good,” I whimper, my voice not sounding like my own, my hips rolling against his.
“So, so good, baby. You feel so damngood.”
The words cover me like a warm blanket, safe and inviting.
It makes my stomach twist up tight, a roil building low just like last time I was in Tristen’s lap.
“Don’t stop,” he rasps out, his grip of my hip pulling me closer, then dragging me back. Over and over, I grind against him at his direction, our pace slow but deliberate. “God, don’t stop, Emmett.”
Mouth against mine, our panting breath mingling, Tristen’s eyes roll back behind his glasses.
That coil in my stomach winds tighter.
“Fucking … amazing … so good …I’mgonnafuckingcomebaby,” he chokes out andarches his head back, his glasses sliding up his nose.
The caged sounds he makes has my skin tingling, my movements stuttering.
My balls drawing.
Warmth floods between our bodies, the wet heat soaking my length.
I’m not sure if it’s mine, or if his is seeping through.
Leaning close, I kiss the fluttering pulse of his neck as he gasps, his chest pumping hard beneath me.
“O-okay?” he rasps out, licking his lips as his arms come up to drape over my shoulders.
