The way his lips fall open with a breathless little pant of air as his eyes smolder darker than ever makes me hope he believes me.
Hehasto believe me, because nothing could be more true. Jesus, my dick gave a greedy throb just saying the words aloud…
Tris’s throat moves in a slow swallow, and as I watch, the tip of his tongue slips out, wetting his lower lip.
“Fuck,” I breathe, sinking back down against him, unable to stop myself from tugging that shiny, soft lip between my own teeth.
When he starts to deepen the kiss, I try to pull away, but one of his arms comes up around my neck, keeping me from escaping. Letting out a breathless laugh, he slips his other hand back between us, closing it around my still covered length before I have a chance to stop him.
I don’t know what possesses me, but the next moment, my hands are locked around his wrists and I’m pinning his arms up gently over his head and into the mattress. My face is so close to his that I can feel the warm puffs of the gasping breaths he pants through trembling lips and can actually see the swell of his pupils as they dilate so wide there’s barely anyhazel left.
For one horrible second, I’m terrified that I’ve frightened him.
Then he arches his body up against mine with a ragged moan. “Ohhfuck, sunshine—”
My dick leaps and throbs at the thought that he’s so turned on by what I just did, but I need to know for sure, not just assume. “This is…alright?”
With another moan, he nods, but it’s still not enough.
“Tell me, Tris.” I drop my lips to his neck, mouthing along the soft skin beneath his ear. “I need to hear you.”
“Yeah,” he rolls his hips against me again, and this time, I can feel the slick moisture of the precum beading at the crown of his dick.God, he’s fucking leaking—
And then, “So hot. L-love it ‘cause it’s you.”
Fucking Christ—
Even as the implication of Tris’s words hits me like a punch to the gut, the trust and desire in them send a scorching wave of arousal burning through my veins, making my heart leap and stutter all at once. My head spins and my chest feels impossibly full, and where it lies, trapped between us, my dick is so hard, it’s painful.
I think the choked sound that might possibly be a sob comes from me, but it doesn’t matter because the next moment, my mouth is on his, swallowing down his desperate moans as he devours mine. One of my hands is wrapped around both of his wrists now while the other roves over his body, stroking his satin skin and mapping the outlines of tight, slim muscle, the faint ridges of bone along his ribs, gripping hard across his hip to guide his thrusts against me.
His naked dick is slotted perfectly against mine, and Iknow he can feel the spreading dampness at the front of my boxers where I’m dripping and leaking for him. Every drag of our lengths and each sweep of his tongue along mine echoes through my body, throbbing in my tight, heavy balls and driving me to grind into him harder, faster.
The friction and pressure are too good though, too much. I have to stop—
Tris’s whimpered plea of, “More—” coupled with the way he’s trembling and tensing beneath me, like he’ll come the moment I give him what he’s begging for, are almost enough to break my resolve, but I make myself pull away.
“I’m not ready to be done with you yet, Tris.” I give his wrists a light squeeze, trying to distract myself from the dangerously tingling surge of arousal and pleasure pulsing through my body. “Are you going to be good and let me take care of you, like Iwantto?”
My wandering hand finds the hard nub of one of his nipples, and I pinch it softly, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until he hisses in a sharp breath, bucking up from the bed. “Are you going to let me show you how good you deserve to feel?” I release his nipple, making him gasp when I smooth over it with the pad of my finger.
A sudden rush of nerves fills me as soon as my unthinkingly blurted question is out, because where the hell am I finding the confidence to talk like this?
But then he’s nodding, lower lip tugged between his teeth, eyes glassy with need as he looks up at me, and my pulse leaps as I realize, it’s him. Being with Tris makes me find it.
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Jesse
With one last squeeze, I let go of Tristan’s wrists, trailing my fingers down the length of his arm, tracing over the black pattern of his tattoos. Taking my time, I swirl and brush over the loops and twists, mesmerized by the way his skin twitches as I feather across it.
“Such a fucking tease,” he groans, head falling back against the pillow as he restlessly shifts his hips, trying to press up against me, even though I’m using one hand to pin him to the mattress.
“You want it though?” I drag my lips over his collarbone in a light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps along his skin. “You want me to tease you until you can’t take it anymore? You believe me now that I’ll love every last second of it?”
It’s already taking every shred of my self-control to hold myself together, and the breathless “Yes,” he whimpers in answer nearly pushes me over the edge. The sound sends a pulse of heat straight to my dick, and for a moment, I can’t help dropping my hips to give another greedy thrust against his.
I don’t even realize the exact moment I switch to using my mouth, but soon I’m kissing my way over the ink that patterns his pale skin, dragging my tongue along the curving blacklines, pausing to suck anywhere my touch makes him gasp or tremble, turning aside to lick over his nipples. Every inch of him is satin smooth and warm, and every breath I take against his skin smells of vanilla and peaches, so sweet I might just lose my damn mind.
