Before I even have time to process what he’s doing, Trisdrops to his knees between my spread legs. For a fleeting moment, I have the impulse to haul him up and take his place on the floor, kneeling forhim. The next moment though, the look of naked desire on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet mine banishes the thought from my mind, replacing it with a blaze of arousal that washes through me like liquid fire.
Fucking Christ, he wants this as much as I do.
Never taking his eyes off me, he brings his lips to the inside of my thigh, just below the hem of my boxers, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my skin. The sight of him between my legs, black hair fallen low to partly cover his eyes, his perfect mouth so near my desperately straining length, is everything.
I want to tell him how gorgeous he is, how just watching him like this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but what he’s doing has stolen my ability for coherent speech. All I can do is watch, my hands fisting the blanket to stop myself from tangling them in his hair to hurry him on as he moves slowly up my leg.
He's kissing over my boxers now, and the feel of his warm, rapid breath and hungry mouth through the fabric sends blazing shivers rippling along every inch of my body. My dick is painfully hard, and with each ever-closer touch of Tris’s lips, it throbs with anticipation.
When he’s a hair’s breadth away from finally touching me, he lifts his head a moment, flashing me another wicked, heart-stopping smirk before lowering his lips again.
“Tris—” His name rips from me in a strangled moan as the heat of his mouth comes down over my crown, teasing along the length of my still covered shaft in a barely-there touch.
My hips lift, body arching up off the bed for a second before I can pull myself back. His lust darkened eyes flash, and slowly,so damn slowly, he extends his tongue, licking a hot, damp stripe up my dick, root to tip, over the material of my boxers. “Oh fuck, Tris—”
“Someone’s impatient,” he hums against me, smirking again as I stifle a groan.
He takes pity on me though, only torturing me for a few seconds longer, mouthing the lightest kisses all the way back down to my balls. Still, by the time he moves his hands to tug at my waistband, my body is so consumed by arousal that just the brush of his fingers against the skin by my hips has me shuddering, my dick twitching and leaking and my breath catching in my throat. His knuckles graze across my skin as he works my boxers down, and I lift my hips, breathing out a ragged sigh of relief as he frees my erection to stand between us.
“Fuck, sunshine,” he rasps. Slowly, he drags his palms back up my bare thighs, making heat and need race ahead of his touch, tensing my muscles as a fresh bead of precum gathers at my slit. “Do you have any idea how much I want to taste you?”
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The bob of Jesse’s thick, dripping length is answer enough, but the choked little groan he lets out might be even better.
Fuck, but I meant what I said. I want to taste him so bad I can feel it in my own cock as it gives a jump at just the thought.
And then there’s what he said. How he loves seeing me happy, loves being here, loves helping me. Justthinkingit sets off those damn butterflies again, kicking them back up to a full-blown hurricane and setting off a skippy-leaping in my heart. Exactly like out on the pier today, when I’d gone and thoughtthat wordabout him smiling.
So yeah, IwantJesse. So fucking much it’s making my head spin. But had there also maybe been just atouchof deflection to me jumping him like I just did?
Except, shit. Was there really? Or had all that stuff he’d said just built up, alongside the sexy-as-fuck feel of his lips teasing all over my skin, and made me just have to have himnow?
That shit is way too much to try to focus on though, because whether there’s deflection or something else wrapped up with it, what Idoknow is that I want him. Fuck, more than I’veeverwantedanyone.
Under their dusting of blond hair, Jesse’s thighs have just theright amount of grab, and I let my fingers dig in, just a little, as I lean nearer.
As much as I want to get to the good part and see how fast I can have him falling apart, I don’t rush. The fucker teased me until I legitimately thought I was going todielast night, and while I know I don’t have anywhere nearly the patience to dothatto him, Iamgonna take my sweet time. Well, as much as I can at least.
So, rather than just dipping down and swallowing him whole like Isowant to, I drop my lips back to the inside of his thigh, sucking and kissing my way not up but down.
“Please, Tris?”
I really hadn’t meant to make him beg, but the breathy whimper of his voice and the way the soft grey-blue of his eyes is swallowed up by the black of his pupils has me feeling all kinds of ways. Instead of letting him have it though, I grin up at him, blinking innocently through my lashes as I watch the uneven, shallow movement of his chest and the slight tremble of his parted lips.
My mouth is fuckingwateringfor him by now, but making him squirm is too damn good, so I keep going slow, letting my hands wander over his body as I kiss my way back up toward his cock.
“God, Tris, please—”
Ohhh fuck. How could Inot?
I’m so worked up that I swear I can feel it in my own cock when I finally flatten my tongue against the base of his shaft to lick all the way up his length, just like I did before I stripped him out of his boxers. But like this? Over his bare, silky-velvet, hot skin? And that deep groan he lets out?
Fuck, just,fuuuck—
His tip is dripping and slick when I reach it, and ‘cause he’s watching me, staring likehe’sthe one about to gobblemeup, I stop short and shoot him another grin. Leaning in, I run my lips slowly over his head, letting his precum smear across them, trying to ignore the aching throb of desire that nearly makes me reach down and start jerking myself.
