Ohhfuuuck yes—
Crackles of pleasure zip through me, throbbing heavily in my balls and along the length of my cock.
I hadn’t planned to get myself off, not really, but with thesecriminally hot images playing out in my head, the tightening grip of my hand on my shaft, and the way I’ve let one finger push in—just a little—dipping in and out of my hole, teasing my rim, I can already feel my balls drawing up as pleasure builds, hot and tight, at the base of my cock.
When I want to be though, I can be stubborn AF, and since I can’t get the thought of itreallybeing Jesse who gets me off out of my head for a goddamn second, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. So when the next pass of my hand and deeper brush of my finger starts to feel just too good, enough that my hips buck up into my grip and my breath is starting to come even faster, harder, I force myself to stop.
I’m not gonna lie, it takes me theentirerest of the time I’m in the bathroom to get myself even a teensy bit calmed down.
And I’m not saying I do a particularly good job either.
By the time I’m wrapping myself up in the towel that is myonlyoption for attire since I so inconveniently,accidentallydropped my jeans in a puddle on the floor, I’m still more than halfway hard. And that towel? Not doing much to hide the situation.
Still, I’m not complaining. It’s not like it’s gonna be news to Jesse that he’s got me all kinds of hot and bothered if he notices…
Okay, so maybe I’m kinda hoping he’ll notice. Like,a lot.
‘Cause yeah, even though he didn’t take me up on the offer of joining me, I’ve beentotallyholding out hope that he’s been out in that kitchen, thinking about me the whole time.
21
Tristan
For once, reality really is every bit as good as imagination, ‘cause walking through the door to find Jesse standing motionless in front of a cutting board, already staring off in the direction of the bathroom?Hellagratifying.
The fact that he legitimately jumps when he sees me catch him at it as I walk out?Even better.
The sexy as hell little gasp of sound he lets out as he gives me the most obvious, open-mouthed up-down I’ve ever seen in my life? Fuckingpriceless.
“You okay, sunshine? You look a little worked up.” If I’m shamelessly smirking as I say it, who can blame me, really? All things considered, I think it’squitewell deserved.
He shakes his head, like he’s trying to deny it, but I can hear his breath catch from here. And then there’s the super obvious fact that he’s not saying a word, just staring at me with that adorable, sexy pink flush on his cheeks and his chest moving a bit too fast. I can’t really be blamed if that just eggs me on more now, can I?
Taking my sweet time—‘cause fuck, the way he stares makes me feel powerful—I cross the distance between the bathroom and the kitchen, over to the kitchen counter bar, across fromwhere he’s standing by a pot of water boiling away on the stove.
To my total surprise, the room smellsamazing. A garlicy, buttery, toasty kind of amazing thatfarexceeds my limited expectations.
Let’s be honest though, good as it smells, that isnothingbut a passing thought.
“Sooo,” I let the word draw out as I lean in to rest my elbows on the counter, silently daring him to come over here and just kiss me already. “Whatcha been thinking about while I was in there?”
And then— Ohfuck yess.
Before I can even process that he’s moved, he’s halfway across the kitchen, honest-to-god prowling toward me, all flushed and totally nervous but determined and certain. I don’t know how he pulls it all off at once, but he does.
And that combination? Hot as fuck on him.
Of course that means that now all my efforts to calm down were for nothing, because just thesightof him like this, all rumpled and buttoned up and feral all at the same time, has gone and gotten me harder than ever.
Not that I’m complaining though.
“You know exactly what I was thinking about.” His voice is low and growly, and goddamn it if I can’t feel it in every corner of my body as he crowds me back against the counter. “I couldn’t getyouout of my head. You and how badly I wanted to do exactly what you said and let myself in to join you.”
“Why didn’t you then?”
He’s standing only inches from me now, and my whisper is a challenge.
My heart’s going crazy in my chest as he shakes his head,all slow and jerky.An apology? Refusal? Confusion?I don’t have a single cluewhatthose thoughts are. Still, I swear I can feel them whirring around as he tries to work out an answer to my question.
