“Fuck, Tris,” My breath hitches in my throat as my balls draw up, mounting pressure and pleasure making my body quiver.
His eyes fall shut, and he arches up against me with a whimper. “Ohhh— Oh god,ohhh, don’t stop. Gonna come.”
“Look at me,” I groan, pressing our still held hands against his cheek. “Let me see you.”
His eyes flutter open, just a thin rim of coppery-green and hazel surrounding wide blown pupils locking on mine at the same moment as his dick twitches between us and his hole spasms around me.
“So fucking gorgeous—”
“Jesse,ohh,ohhhf-fuuuck,Jesse—”
Tris shudders and bucks beneath me, panting my name as stream after stream of hot cum erupts between us, painting my stomach and pulling the blazing, euphoric tension in my body past its breaking point as he drags me down over the edge with him.
“Me too, Tris—”
With stuttering thrusts, I bury my length in him, rocking forward into the blinding ecstasy that rolls through me as my balls pump throbbing pulses of cum as deep as I can push into him. My orgasm feels endless, the world fuzzy and distant except for the singular point of focus of Tris and the pleasure he’s milking from me.
For as long as I can, I keep fucking him through the aftershocks that shake us both, moving slowly in long, lingering strokes made impossibly slick and wet by my release. All around me is the smell of sex and minty-peach and vanilla, and I let out a soft, moaning sigh, sinking into the warmth of Tris’s mouth as it works over mine in a slow, deep kiss I don’t even remember the beginning of.
47
Tristan
“Hellooo? Earth to Tristan?”
There’s no hiding my sappy-ass smile when I turn away from the espresso machine to face Reagan. Thing’s apparently made itself a permanent part of my face, so I don’t even try. Not that I give a single fuck who sees it when all I can think about is who put it there. And how.
“You know that shot finished pulling like, a minute and a half ago, right?” She rolls her eyes as she points down at the glass of cooling espresso in my hand. Then she looks up at my face and instantly her smirk turns feral. “Holy shit, you twofinallyactually fucked, didn’t you?”
At least she’s got the decency to drop her voice so thatprobablyonly the lady waiting for her order can hear, instead of the handful of other customers tucked up in chairs around the shop, already sipping their drinks.
“Oh, don’t you try to deny it,” Reagan points an accusing finger at me before I even get a chance to open my mouth. “I can see it writtenallllover your face. You two fucked and it wasgooood.”
“Oh my god,” I groan, dumping the ruined shot before turning to pull another one. Think I’vekindaforgottenwhether I’m supposed to be making a latte or a cappuccino, but there’s still no wiping my smile off my face. Nope. Just not possible.
“Yes, Reagan. Fine. We fucked,” I whisper,wayquieter than she was. “And yeah,” I can’t help the way I’m grinning now. “It was totally fucking fantastic, okay?”As in, hands down, the absolute best sex of my life.“Happy?”
“Not as happy as you,” she singsongs, running her eyes over me. I don’t miss the way they linger at the collar of my shirt, where the hickey Jesse left me sits, just a teensy bit too high to be hidden. “How many times?”
Sidestepping Reagan, I head for the counter to snap a lid on the lady’s drink, hoping I’ve gotten it right. She looks like the cappuccino type, so that’s what I went with.
“Cappuccino, right?” I ask at a normal volume. Not that I’d needed to stop whispering or anything. Thanks to Reagan’s lack of quiet skills, hopefully-cappuccino-lady’s been eavesdropping. Not even trying to hide it, by the way, and lookinghellajudgy too.
The moment she’s gone, with the cappuccino that she apparentlydidwant, thank fuck, Reagan sidles right back up to me. “So was it just once, or—”
“And why exactly is that any of your business?”
“Because I’m your friend. And because Noah’s been gone like, five nights in a row doing clinicals, and I’m horny and pregnant and living vicariously through you.” She flutters her eyelashes at me.
“Why do I feel like you’d still ask regardless?”
All she gives me is a shameless grin.
“Twice,” I give in. “Last night and this morning.”
And nope, I’m totallynotthinking now about how I’d wokenup to my sunshine all wrapped up around me, rocking his hard as hell cock against my ass—where I could still feel the oh-so-delicious twinge of how well he’d fucked me last night, by the way.
After he’d driven me totally feral for him, kissing and biting all up and down the back of my neck and shoulders—like he knows I fuckinglove—while he worked me open, he’d finally pushed inside me and fucked me so damn slowly I’d seriously felt like I was going to die from how freaking bad I needed to come. Wouldn’t even let me jack myself off.
