And I do. So goddamn badly— I just can’t believe I just told him that.
The filthy whimper that leaves his lips as he pushes back into my hand is enough to obliterate any embarrassment I might have felt though. My dick gives a throb of approval, so hard and strong that the sensation sends my hips rolling against Tris’s thigh.
“Please, sunshine.Ohhhfuck, please. Please let me have it. Gotta have—”
His begging turns into a choked gasp as my finger slides into him, and I have to drop my head and breathe slowly, biting the curve of his shoulder to make myself stop thrusting against him as the hot, silky smoothness of his tight muscles close around my first knuckle.
“Ohhhf-fuuuck,” he moans. “F-fuck, s-sunshine.”
“Is that alright?” My voice catches and shakes as I lick against his shoulder, soothing over the marks left by my teeth.
“More,” he pants, rocking back with another moan as my finger slips deeper, all the way to my second knuckle. “Mmmngh—Feels so good—”
“Like this?” As I pump my finger in and out of him, I reach my other arm beneath his waist, hauling his hips up so I can wrap my hand around his shaft. His crown is slick and dripping when my thumb swipes over it, and under my grip, I can feel the throbbing of his pulse.
“Just like—” His voice breaks, turning into a whimper as I press a second finger into him, sweeping the two of them deliberately over his prostate. “Ohhhgod—Fuuuck, right there, sunshine. Don't f-fucking stop!”
This time, I don’t tease. As he bucks alternately into the grasp of my hand and then back onto my fingers, letting out breathless, ragged moans, I work my fist over his length, hard and fast, not bothering to check the sloppy, desperate thrusts of my own dick against his thigh.
His back is damp and salty with our combined sweat as I run my lips and tongue over his skin. Every muscle in me is wound tight as I curl my fingers to peg him harder, deeper, earning a choked cry as his dick swells, hot and twitching in my hand.
“Come for me Tris,” I gasp against his ear, driving my hips harder and faster, chasing my own orgasm as his body shakes beneath me. “Wanna feel you,fuck—I wanna feel you come so hard on my fingers.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when his walls clench down and his dick pulses and jerks under my touch.
“I’m,ohhf-fuuuuck— I’m c-coming for you, sunshine—” He shudders against me, whimpering and arching back on my fingers until his body calms, tension melting from his softly trembling muscles. He’s only still for a second though, because then he’s rolling to the side as my fingers slip from his slick, relaxed hole.
Before my dazed, overheated mind has time to process what he’s doing, except that whatever it is, it’s hot as fuck, he’s swiping his fingers through the cum splattered across his chest. With his other hand, he shoves against my shoulder, pushing me onto my back as he straddles me, grabbing hold of my shaft with his cum-slicked palm.
He only gets in a few quick, tight tugs before my orgasm hits me, so strong it knocks the air from my lungs as my hips stutter up into his fist.
It takes me long, gasping breaths before I’m coming back down, my eyes opening to see Tris staring at me from where he’s sitting, straddling my thighs. His parted lips curve up in a smile, and the movement of his chest is still ragged and uneven.
When he cuddles down against me, resting his cheek on my shoulder and nuzzling his face against the side of my neck, I don’t even feel the sticky mess trapped between us. I wrap my arms around him, and he lets out a contented, soft hum that goes straight to the ever-growing Tristan-shaped place in myheart.
For several long minutes, we just lie here like this, wrapped together, no sound except for the quiet, slowing rhythm of our breathing. My last thought before I feel myself starting to drift off is how much we’re both going to regret falling asleep without a shower and a change of sheets, but with Tris so warm and limp and perfect draped over me, his hair so soft against my cheek, I really can’t find it in myself to care.
40
Tristan
Waking up all sweaty and covered in dry cum? Pretty much bottom of the list of things I’m remotely okay with.
For messes that aren’t mine to start making that creepy-crawly itch get going under my skin, something else has to have already set me off. Like how I thought those water stains on the espresso machine at work were gonna give me a legitimate panic attack after the texting BS from fucking Josh. But if it’s my own shit that’s a mess, or worst of all, ifI’ma mess…
Starting out the day with a morning shower with my sexy sunshine though? Oh sototallyworth all the nasty, gotta-get-myself-clean-nowitch beneath my skin I had to deal with when I realized the two of us had passed out last night before we’d had the chance to clean up. Add in the fact that the moment I’d gotten ahold of his bodywash, Jesse’d grabbed the bottle right out of my hand and proceeded to lather me all over, washing every last inch of my body clean for me before letting me return the favor?Oh hell yes.
Naturally, getting my hands all over a wet, naked Jesse made me want nothing more than to drop right down to my knees and swallow him down to the back of my throat, but it waspast ten by the time we’d woken up, and I knew he was eager to get out the door for our mystery date. So, instead, we’dhad tosettlefor hot AF hand jobs; all slick and soapy bodies grinding and slipping along each other up against the shower wall.
After the way he took his time with me last night? When I finally—andfuuuck, butfinallyis the key word there—get my mouth on my sunshine’s cock, I’m not gonna be in a hurry. It’s gonna bemyturn to take my sweet time with him and love every damn minute of it.
Only trouble is, now I’m pretty sure today’s gone and seriously ruined any future mornings for me thatdon’tstart out exactly like this one.
I’m about to lean in and whisper exactly that into Jesse’s ear when I realize that, unlike me, hedoes notlook like he’s got sexy shower time on a replay loop in his head.
The two of us are in the back of an Uber, on our way deeper into the city for whatever Jesse has in mind for us today, and now that I’m noticing, he looks all kinds of wound up. And not the fun kind.
“You okay, sunshine?”
