His hands are in my hair, and I can’t get enough of the way he tugs at the strands, pulling harder as his body quivers and jolts. Pleasure burns through me with each brush of my mouth against his skin, phantom touches across my own body that have me wound so tight that it’s all I can do to keep from rutting into the bed. As it is, I don’t think I’d need more than a few thrusts, but I will myself to keep still, drinking in Tris’s every moan and whimper and curse.
The farther down his body I move, the more breathless and needy his sounds get, and the more desperate my mouth is as I lick and bite over his shivering muscles. When I reach the hollow of his hip, I linger there, sucking the soft skin until a dark bruise blooms beneath my lips and he’s squirming and trembling, panting out a stream of nonsense.
One of his hands strays from my hair, down across his body toward his dick where it lies twitching and rigid against his stomach. Before he can touch himself though, I seizehis wrist, bringing it to my lips for a kiss before pinning it down to the bed at his side.
“No,” I breathe, shaking my head as I catch and hold his gaze, watching as his lips fall open with a shaky exhale when I release him to close my own hand around his length.
“F-fuckingyesss, sunshine—” He shifts under me, propping himself up on one elbow to watch as I swipe my thumb up through the steady stream of precum rolling down his swollen crown.
Keeping my grip loose and my movements so slow I know the tease has to be driving him crazy, I let my fingers skim up and down his shaft in a lazy rhythm, rolling my palm over his crown with each pass.
“More,” he moans.
Beneath me, I can feel the way his body shudders as his back arches up off the bed, chasing my touch. Answering echoes of sensation course through me, coiling tight and hot and heavy at the base of my spine, throbbing through my dick with every stroke.
God, I love watching him fall apart like this. Love seeing every quiver of his muscles, hearing every gasp and whimper…love the way his eyes have locked on mine, dark and burning.
When I don’t tighten my grip or speed up, he tries to thrust into my fist, but my weight is on his thighs, my free hand splayed across his stomach, holding him down, and I only shake my head again. “Does this feel good?”
“So—unhhh—so fucking good— But—”
“You need more?”
Desperately, he nods, lower lip trapped between his teeth as he tries once again to rock his hips into my touch. “Need to come—Uhhfuck, sunshine, please… Please let me come—”
Fucking Christ, I have to press down against the bed, hard, breathing slowly to keepmyselffrom coming then and there.
“Touch me, Jesse, please—” he pants, and I realize that my hand’s gone still, grip loose around the base of his shaft.
He gives his hips another thrust, hard enough that the movement makes my fingers slip low enough to brush over his sac. At the touch, his eyelids flutter shut. The way his breath catches makes me do it again, and when I move lower, cupping and lightly squeezing his balls, rolling them in my palm, hishead falls back against the pillows as he lets out a low, gorgeous moan.
Leaning forward on a trembling elbow, I drop my mouth to his stomach. His abs clench as I run my lips over them, feeling how they shudder in time with the visible thump of his pulse that sets his dick twitching against them. Unable to stop myself, I let my hand slip back to splay over his ass, groaning when my fingers brush along the crease between his cheeks as I graze my teeth over the jut of his hip bone.
“P-please, sunshine—”
My hips stutter against the bed, a fresh wave of desire cascading through me as he rolls his hips back into my touch.
“Wanna feel your fingers in me.”
“Jesus, Tris,” I moan, closing my eyes and burying my face against his hot, sweat-slicked skin as I let my fingers slip between his cheeks to brush over his tightly furled hole.
At the contact, his body jerks and trembles, and I barely hold myself back from pressing deeper, becausesweetfucking Christhe feels so good. “You want me to?”
“I f-fuckingneedyou to.”
The thought of staying exactly where I am and letting Tris suck my fingers wet and sloppy in his perfect mouth is almost irresistibly tempting, but much as I want to feel his tongue working and swirling around my fingers and little as I want toeverleave this bed, I know lube will feel better for him.
“Stay there.” Pressing one more quick kiss to his side, I force myself away from him, up and out of bed, nearly falling on my face as I launch across the room to grab the bottle stashed in the top drawer of my dresser.
When I turn back though, the sight that meets my eyes has me frozen. Tris is lying on his stomach, sprawled out across mybed, all lean arms and legs, with the firm, round swell of his ass curving beautifully into the lightly muscled definition of his back. His head is turned toward me, with his cheek resting on his folded arms, and the wicked, self-satisfied smirk he shoots me from under his lust-glazed eyes tells me my face must be showing every last bit of how wild the sight of him is driving me.
An inarticulate, desperate noise rips from my chest, and then I’m back on the bed, dropping down on my knees over him, mouthing kisses up his spine as I fumble the bottle open. When I reach the back of his neck, he shivers, arching up against me so temptingly that I can’t help nipping at the spot, sucking it between my lips until he gasps.
My hands are shaking with anticipation as I squeeze a generous amount of lube over my fingers before running them down his crease. When I circle his hole with my index finger, he lets out a moan that cuts off as he buries his face against the crook of his elbow, stifling the sound.
Before I can think, my un-lubed hand is tangling in his hair, tugging his face back from his arm.
“Don’t do that.” My voice is hoarse and raspy against the shell of his ear as I grip the curve of his ass with my other hand, fingers still pressed against his hole. “Let me hear you, Tris. I want all the gorgeous sounds you make for me.”
