How will it feel when those fingers of his really do press hot and deep into my ass or close around my shaft, all warm and soft and strong?
My cock gives another needy throb that echoes through every last inch of my body, making me whimper into Jesse’s mouth as I grind down against him.
“God, Tris,” he rasps against my lips, letting his hands slipjusta bit lower, his fingers brushing over my cheeks, squeezing, testing. He’s close,so fucking closeto slipping his fingers between them that I can almost feel the heat of his touch against my hole. Another brush of touch, closer than ever, and tension throbs hot and tight through my balls, radiating through my insides, turning me molten and tingling.
Holy fuck, I can’t eventryto hold in the broken, needy sound that rips from my throat.
He moans in answer, tensing his grip on my ass as he licks over my lower lip. “Do you know how—fuck—how perfect you are?”
His praise and the filthy-hot feel of his tongue are like a crack of lightning through me, making me buck against him, tight and desperate, and it would be embarrassing how close he’s already got me if it weren’t for the frantic, totally sloppy way he’s rocking up to meet me, like he’s just as near the edge as I am.
There’s no way I can help how I gasp into his mouth when his hold tightens, so tight that his fingers dig into the swell of my cheeks hard enough to bruise as he uses his grip on my ass to pull me down against him. Harder, faster—
“Feels so good, Tris,” he breathes on a stuttering thrust that has my balls tightening, drawing up with the need to come.
“Jesse, touch me.P-please, sunshine, I f-fucking need you—”
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Idon’t even know what I’m saying. All I know is that I’m drunk off the feel and taste of my sunshine. That if I don’t feel his hands on more of me, I think I mightlegitimately die.
Jesse’s low, strangled moan is the only warning I get before he’s flipping us both, pressing my back into the mattress beneath him. His hands fumble at the front of my joggers, pulling, tugging down the elastic as he kneels between my thighs, and I swear I could fuckingsobwith relief and aching need.
“I want to touch you everywhere,” he drops down over me, breathing the words against my neck as my cock springs free, slapping up against my stomach, dripping so bad it’s fucking soaking through my shirt.
“You’re so…gorgeous…so perfect—” His breath trembles over my skin as his lips move to suck at the hollow of my collarbone while his hands skim up my bare thighs.
I can’t keep myself still. Can’t stop myself from squirming and arching up into him as sweat slicks my back and the burning heat he’s built in me blazes down my spine. Can’t stop the whimper his ragged words and the feel of his mouth drag from my throat. Becauseholy shitdoes hearing him say thingslike that do it for me.
And then his hand—fuuck, ohhhfucking yess—his warm, soft, big hand closes around my shaft, and I moan helplessly, fucking up into his grip, shamelessly crying out when his palm closes over my tip, squeezing, sliding back down, all slick and wet now with my precum.
His other hand works up my shirt, stroking over my stomach where my muscles pull tight as I teeter on the edge. Fuck, I want him to do what he said and touch me everywhere. I want every last inch of my body to tingle and burn with the feel of him.
Andohhh god,I want to feel him shake and sweat beneath my hands. Want to pull more words of praise from him as he falls the fuck apart the same way he’s so totally wrecking me.
“Want to—mmngh—wanna touch you too.” My hands fist the material at the sides of his sweater with the effort of trying not to just reach down now, touch him before he says he’s ready. “I’ve gotta feel you, sunshine. Please— C-can I?”
“Jesus, fuck,” he pants, giving his hips a long thrust that drags his still-covered cock hard and slow against my thigh as his head falls forward onto my shoulder. “Yes, Tris. Touch me. God yes—”
Maybe it’s not what he meant, and it’s sure as fuck not whatI’dmeant, but next thing I know, I’m tugging at his sweater, dragging it up over his chest, trying to pull it free, ‘cause Ineedto feel his skin beneath my hands. Not just his cock butallof him.
With a breathless laugh, he lets go of me to push up on to his knees, yanking himself free of his sweater.
And fuuuck, but I’m right about wanting to get my hands on every last inch of him.
Jesse’s the perfect combination of soft and a little chunky, with the outline of thick muscle underneath. Andohhh, but I was right— That gorgeous, fuckingedibleblush of his reaches down over the swell of his pecs, down across his slightly padded stomach, disappearing beneath his jeans.
Still such a fucking tease.
“Yours too,” he rasps. “Let me see you.”
I’m not gonna lie. I legitimately love the way I canfeelhis stare burning into me as I sit up, coming chest to chest with him as I pull my shirt up and off over my head.
My lips tingle with the desire to kiss him again, but instead I just lie back, drinking in the sight of his slow, hard swallow. The way his eyes trace down the pattern of my tattoos, over my chest, down to where my cock lies twitching and dripping against my abs.
Another hard swallow bobs his throat, andohhhfuuck, now all I can think about is how it would feel if he did that around my cock, those plush, pink lips of his wrapped around its base.
