“Shit,” he breathes out on a moan through trembling lips, his hips bucking into me even as my hands press back against his thighs.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I make myself pull away, just a teeny bit, before letting my tongue slip out to lick his salty warmth from my lips. My first taste of him drags a moan from my throat, and between my legs, my balls throb, tight and fuckingachingfor more.
Jesse’s mouth falls slack and his cock jerks as his eyes follow the movement of my tongue. “Shit, that’s hot.”
Like every time before, the shot of pleasure and satisfaction from his praise is like lightning buzzing through me. It’s as addictive as his taste, and after just one hit, all I can think about is getting more.
“I knew you’d taste good, sunshine,” I whisper, letting my breath fan over his tip.
The sound he lets out is too fucking sexy for words; breathless and broken and so gorgeously needy. As I watch, a fresh bead of precum wells up, pooling at his slit, and before it can roll down his shaft, I let my tongue dart out to catch it, sweeping slow and smooth over his hot, soft skin.
Ohhhfuck—That moan he lets out— The taste of him— Sex and need andJesse.
“Tris,” he pants as his hips shift and his knuckles whiten from how hard he’s clenching the sheet beneath his hands.
Fucking god, I just can’t wait another moment.
The punched out half-whimper-half-curse he gives as I surge forward and swallow him down as far as I can is totally worth the fact that I full-on choke as he hits the back of my throat. And it doesn’t matter that my eyes are streaming and I can barely breathe because, even better than the shiver I’d imagined running through him, his body full-onshuddersas I swallow around him.
“So fucking good,” he moans as I pull back, andohhhbut it’s like those words of his go right through every inch of my body as I lower back down, slower this time, licking and sucking as I remind the muscles of my throat to relax, to let him in.
Fuck, I want to hear him say it again.
And then it’s like my sexy sunshine’s just read my mind ‘cause— “Jesus, fuck. Your mouth—So perfect, Tris.Unngh, oh fuck,yes— Just like that.”
Pleasure crackles through me like a lightning strike, making me moan around him as I swirl my tongue up his shaft, desperate to wring still more praise from his trembling lips. Fuck though, the nonsense and breathless sounds he’s dissolved into now are just as good.
A gorgeous, sexy-AF blush has Jesse’s cheeks flaming as he stares down at me, watching my every move. His eyes are locked on mine, all glassy and heavy lidded and so damn sexy, and I can’t pretend like I don’t totally love how he’s staring. Like he can’t get enough.
Just like he said last night. And fuck, but I meant what I told him back. Ineverwant him to.
As I work over him, I can feel Jesse’s hips twitching with the urge to fuck himself into my mouth. I don’t know what’s hottest—how bad he wants it, or the fact that he’s holding backfor me, or the feel of him sinking deep to the back of my throat, or the ragged, needy sound of his breath.
All at once though? Too much in the fucking best way ever.
On my next upstroke, I swirl my tongue up his shaft and over his head, and his thighs tighten around me. I do it again, and his hands clench on my shoulders. So I do it again, and again—
“Oh god,mmmnh— Oh don’t stop Tris— Feels so—Uhhngh, so good.”
And that’s when I fucking lose it.
My movements up and down his cock are sloppy and messy and nothing like the careful, practiced head I pride myself on, except there’s not a damn thing I can do to help it. Something about Jesse’s turned me feral for him as I bob up and down, trading off between swallowing around him and working him over with desperate, greedy licks and hard sucks that make him twitch and leak.
Apparently it’s working for me, ‘cause those wrecked, needy sounds he’s making? Definitelynothim complaining.
Andohhhbut it makes me need more. Need more of his addictive taste on my tongue. More of his groans and whimpers. Need to feel him lose that crumbling control he’s using to hold himself back from fucking into my mouth like Iknowhe wants to.
All it takes is a little tug of my hands on his hips. He lets out a choked grunt, and then, ohfucking yess, his hands tangle in my hair, and his hips jerk, just the teeniest bit, like he can’t stop himself.
Usually, I hate it if a guy fucks my throat. Feels too out of control, too trusting. Toomuch. With Jesse though?FuuckI want it.
With him, I wanteverything.
I give his hips another little tug, granting permission. His eyes fall shut for a moment as he gives a careful thrust. Like he’s testing it out. Giving me the chance to tell him if I don’t want it.
Butohhhfuck, Idowant it.
“More.” I moan the word around him, and his hand clenches tighter in my hair. A ripple runs through his tense muscles, and then, oh sweet fucking godyes, he gives it to me, rocking his hips forward, sinking deep into my throat.
