“You’re not going to come yet, Tris.” I slip my other hand between us, grasping the base of his shaft, squeezing tight as he shifts restlessly against the bed. “You’re going to wait for me so you can come on my dick, aren’t you?”
Maybe that was the wrong thing to say though, because at my words, he lets out a soft moan, rolling his head from side to side as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Jesse, I can’t. F-fuck, I can’t—”
“Yes you can.” I squeeze tighter, holding myself motionless until his body relaxes slightly. When I dare to slip my fingers out from his ass, he whimpers, chest heaving with his gasping breaths as he opens his eyes and nods.
“Such a good boy,” I whisper against his trembling lips as I fumble with the bottle of lube, accidentally squeezing out so much that it drips from my hand and onto the bed.
Tris shakily pushes back up onto his elbow to watch from dark, shuttered eyes as I sit back and reach between us again to stroke my hand over my length until it’s slick and ready.
When I slip my fingers between his cheeks again to spread the rest of the lube over his hot, twitching hole, his eyes lift to meet mine. Along with the desire so blatantly written across his beautiful face, there’s so much trust and the softness of some even deeper emotion in his expression that the sight makes my breath catch and my heart leap.
As I watch, dizzy with the intoxicating combination of need and love threatening to overwhelm me, he tugs his lip between his teeth, breathing heavily as my fingertips circle his entrance, teasing over his rim until he whimpers.
“Please—”
Blood pounding in a heady rush through my veins, I wrap my hand around my erection again, nudging it between his lube-slicked cheeks. Tris’s lips fall open on a silent moan as my tip finds his entrance, and I can’t stop myself from looking down, using my hands to spread him wide so I can see the moment his hole swallows my swollen crown.
Heat flares through my body, searing and wild and desperate as I press forward, watching as my length disappears into the hot, lube-slicked grip of his channel in one fluid movement until my thighs settle against the curve of his ass.
“F-fuuckingyess,” Tris breathes, lifting up and wrapping his legs around my waist, making me groan when I slip even deeper. “Ohhfuckyou feel so good, sunshine.”
Every muscle in my body trembles, wound to the breaking point as my hips twitch with the urge to pull back so I can drive into him again, hard and deep and fast, but the aching pleasure that’s coiling low in my groin is too much.
“Don’t move,” I moan, gripping his hips to keep him from rocking against me. “Just—shit, I just need a moment. You’re so fucking tight, Tris.”
He nods jerkily, staring up at me through blown pupils, breaths coming in choppy puffs through his parted lips. As I watch, his tongue slips over them, leaving them slick and shiny, and a fresh tug of lust blazes through me.
His dick rests against his stomach, flushed and straining, leaking a steady stream of pearly drops onto his quivering abs. My mouth waters with the sudden desire to lap the mess off his skin, only nothing in the world could be enough to make me pull out of him now.
I let go of his hips, dropping down over his body andbracketing his face with my hands as my mouth collides with his, all teeth and tongue. He tastes like he smells; like mint and vanilla and peaches. Sweet and addictive andmine.
As my tongue slides over his, I draw my hips back, almost pulling completely out of him before thrusting forward, groaning into his mouth as his body closes around me again. His dick is trapped between us so that where the crown drags over my skin, I can feel the sticky heat and slick wetness of it.
“Harder,” Tris begs, whimpering against my lips as I draw out again. He tugs at me with the legs he’s wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my back.
“Like this?” I snap my hips forward, driving into him hard and fast and deep. He cries out, head falling back, body bowing up from the bed to meet my next thrust as I pull back and slam into him again.
Fucking Christ, the sight of him like this.
“You like that?”
“So good—” He swivels his hips against me. “So fuucking good.”
Sweat gathers between us as I pound into him, and the air around us is full of the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing, the slap of flesh where our bodies collide. He’s everywhere, his legs around my waist, his hot cheek pressed beneath mine as I drink in his panted breaths. Our fingers twine together, his hands gripping tighter around mine with each gorgeous moan.
Tris had begged me to fuck him, but that’s not all this is.
Tingles of pleasure ripple through me, winding me tighter and tighter with a liquid heat until I feel like I’m about to break apart. Until, with every thrust, it’s all I can do not to come.
I won’t though. Not until Tris comes first.
I lift my head, hating to lose the warmth of his cheek and the feel of his breath over my lips but needing to see his face. Desperate to silently tell him what I haven’t yet found the perfect way to say aloud.
Unwilling to separate from him even in the smallest of ways, I bring our linked hands up to brush the strands of hair out from Tris’s eyes as I slow my pace, drawing back and rolling my hips up and into him at an angle that makes my next breath leave me on a long, low groan.
“Unnngh—ohhh—right there—” Tris’s body shudders and bucks as he cries out. “Ohhhfuck, that’s it, s-sunshine.”
His legs grip around my waist as I roll into him again, and around my length, his muscles clench down, making his already impossibly tight channel tighter than ever.
