“Fuck, Jesse.Unhhhfuck— Again—”
My own body is practically vibrating with pleasure, like each one of his whimpers and moans is a caress along my skin as I focus my attention on his hole, circling it, lapping slowly around the edges, teasing the tip of my tongue just inside the opening.
As Tris arches back against me again, I let my tongue press deeper, slipping past the tight ring of muscle and into the heat of his channel.
“Holy f-fuck, sunshine.” He gasps in a ragged breath as I draw back, only to lick into him again. “Fucking godthat—Ohhhhthat feels so good. I’ve never— No one’s ever—”
Knowing what I know about his past, it shouldn’t be a surprise. Between one-night stands and his selfish, abusive bastard of an ex, it isn’t. Not really.
Still, this fresh reminder of how no one’s taken the time to give Tris anything he deserves aches in my chest, even as a selfish part of me preens over the fact that what I’m doing is new. Something only I’ve ever done for him.
My hands dig into his flesh, dragging him closer against my mouth, addicted to the way his body closes around my tongue, like he’s trying to suck me deeper. Jesus, fuck, I could do this all night. Just drive into him over and over, see if I could make him come like this.
Someday, I will.
The thought makes me groan aloud, earning a whimper from Tris as the sound vibrates into his body.
I keep it up as long as I can, fucking my tongue into him, licking, sucking and teasing his rim until the aching hardness of my dick pressed against the bed can’t be ignored and until I really do think he might come if I don’t stop. Fuck, if he did right now, I know I would too.
With trembling lips, I press one last kiss to his hole before pulling back, sliding off to the side. “Roll over for me,” I whisper, watching as his skin quivers beneath my touch when I trace my fingertips down the back of his thigh. “I want to be able to see your face. Want to watch you fall apart for me.”
With a breathy moan, he does as I ask, rolling onto his back. Never taking his eyes off me, he spreads his legs, knees bent, feet planted against the bed.
“Fuck.” The word leaves me on a harsh exhale as I take in the sight of him, all passion-dark eyes and heaving chest as he props himself up on one elbow. His dick twitches where it rests against his abs, the crown flushed and swollen. As I watch, a bead of precum rolls down from his slit, dripping onto his skin.
“Yes.Yesfuck. Fuckme,” he half breathes, half laughs as I reach for the bottle of lube. “’m so ready for you. Please. Need you—”
I flick open the lid of the bottle of lube with a snap, and at the sound, Tris’s babbling cuts off and his head falls back. “Ohhhfuckingyess,” he groans, the words running together as he lifts his hips.
The next moment though, his gaze snaps back up to me when he realizes it’s my two lube-covered fingers, not the desperately throbbing tip of my dick, that presses in between his cheeks.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me, sunshine? I can’t wait, I—”
Then my fingers slide into him, both at once, all the way to the last knuckle in one smooth movement, and he moans, a needy, wanton sound that I wish I could capture to play over and over in my head.
“Ohhh.” He collapses back against the bed, his hips bucking forward as I curl my fingers forward, swiping them deliberately over his prostate before scissoring them wide, stretching him. “Fuuck, s-sunshine.”
“Look how gorgeous you are,” I drop down over his chest, swirling my tongue around his nipple, groaning as he arches up into my touch. “So needy for me, it drives me crazy.”
His body jolts as I graze my teeth over the taut pink bud. Sucking it into my mouth, I bite down softly, tugging until hecries out.
The sound, so unrestrained and desperate, snaps the fragile hold I was keeping on my own desperation. Molten pleasure bursts through me, and I grind hungrily against him, pumping my fingers hard and deep in and out of his hot, tight channel.
“Do you know what it does to me watching you fall apart like this?” I breathe against his skin as a fresh wave of arousal rolls through me, so strong it makes me dizzy. “Feel how hard you make me?” I press my erection against him in a long, slow thrust along his thigh as I greedily slip a third finger into him. “How I’m leaking for you?”
He gasps and nods and whimpers, frantically rocking his hips, fucking himself on my fingers as I lick over the sweat-slicked skin covering his collarbone.
“Ready for another? You want me to give you four?”
“Uhhhfuck,” he pants, nodding again as he thrusts against my hand. “Need it s-so bad.”
“You’re so fucking good for me, Tris,” I groan into the curve of his neck. His body is trembling beneath me, and I’m drunk on the feel of him. On the way his every breath leaves him with a broken, beautiful whimper. On the sweet, salty taste of his skin as I mouth my way up his throat. “Look how you’re letting me work you open. So ready to take my dick in your tight, perfect ass.”
He moans, long and filthy, rolling his hips against me as his eyes fall closed. And then— “Ohhhfuck,” he gasps, and his hand closes around my wrist as his body goes rigid beneath me. “Fuck, I’m gonna come—”
His words have my own balls drawing up, throbbing suddenly with a dangerous, delicious ache. But neither of us can come yet.
I make my fingers go still inside him, afraid from the way his muscles tense around them that even pulling them out will push him over the edge.
