Tristan looked down at where they were joined. “It’s half.”
“I’m glad I’m a size queen,” Jax mumbled as the first thrust seemed endless. By the time Tristan was all the way in, Jax’s skin shone with sweat and his eyes were permanently rolled up into his head. He’d taken some sizable dicks before, but Tristan had lengthandgirth, as well as a curve that put constant pressure on Jax’s spot.
And Jax was in heaven, especially as Tristan held eye contact, reading straight into Jax’s soul as he pulled his hips back and then gently pushed in again.
“Nnnnn,” Jax made a sound he’d never made before as Tristan slowly fucked him into next week. While the pace eventually picked up, the force never did. Tristan didn’t slam into him; he glided, and Jax tried to put his gratitude and appreciation into his gaze.
Tristan’s stare never wavered, and it comforted Jax, seizing his heart and not letting go. Far too quickly, there was a curl in Jax’s stomach that told him that he was closeagain, and he grabbed his shaft, pumping as Tristan’s cock hurled him toward orgasm at light speed.
“You’re so tight. So gorgeous. I can’t be-lieve…” Tristan’s words and hips began to stutter, telling Jax that he was right behind him. “I can’t be-”
The rest of his sentence turned into a series of moans as his entire body shook, and a smile broke across his face as he came; it was the most beautiful thing Jax had ever seen.
The pulsing cock inside of Jax stretched his channel even further, and he had to tear his gaze away as he lost control. Still pumping his arm, he twisted his wrist just right, crying out and coming for a third time that night, almost dry.
The room echoed with their heaving breaths, and despite looking like he didn’t even know his own name, Tristan managed to carefully pull out and flop onto his side next to Jax with a soft thump. Reaching over, he placed a possessive palm on Jax’s hip, and Jax smiled.
“What can’t you believe?” Jax rasped, his smile getting bigger as he feltTristan leaking out of him.
“Hmm?” Tristan’s eyes were glassy.
“Right before you came. You said‘I can’t believe…’” Jax carefully rolled onto his side, facing Tristan. He’d been ready for more pain, but Tristan had taken such good care of him that Jax had almost no discomfort aside from the usual pangs of amazing sex. “It’s okay if you don’t rememb-”
“I can’t believe,” Tristan interrupted, “that you’re perfect for me. I can’t believe that you want me.” His eyes stayed dark, but instead of heat, they were full of heart. “And I can’t believe how much I…how much I like you.”
It wasn’t the four-letter word Jax had been contemplating, but the sentiment was there, lurking just beneath the surface, apparent in Tristan’s gaze and in every touch. It was only a matter of time.
And by then, maybe Jax could say it too.
12
TRISTAN
Tristanheldhisbreath.He’d stumbled over his words, almost saying something different, but it was too soon…right?
Jax had fit comfortably into Tristan’s life, into his soul, in a way that no one else ever had. The feeling of them becoming reacquainted, rather than meeting for the first time, had chased Tristan from the moment they’d met, because Jax spoke to Tristan’s heart like they’d known each other forever. And maybe they had.
“I’m just gonna say this once.” Jax’s accent poked out, and while it might sound threatening to others, Tristan found it adorable. “You’re a fuckin’ prize. Gorgeous, kind, killer ass, big dick. Why wouldn’t I want that?”
Tristan snorted, blushing at the same time.
“Plus…” For once, Jax seemed shy. “I feel the same way. Ilikeyou. Do you want dessert?”
The question gave Tristan whiplash, and he nodded before realizing that Jax had the same amount of like for him. Giddy, Tristan wanted to wrap Jax in a hug, but he’d already gotten up and tottered to the hallway bathroom, abruptly ending the conversation. That meant his feelings were strong, and while he cleaned up, Tristan did the same in the adjoining bathroom.
“Stay there,” Jax shouted after a few minutes, and Tristan could hear him in the kitchen, getting something out of the fridge. Darting to the bed, Tristan tried to look sexy, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his knee. Was that sexy? Maybe he should lie down.
But before he could stretch out, Jax returned still naked, holding two wide glasses that had layers of cake and cream in them.
“It’s like double dessert.” Tristan reached out, and Jax handed him one of the glasses and a spoon, staying on his feet.
“It’s tea-ramisu. Instead of soaking the sponge with coffee, I used chai.” Jax gestured at Tristan’s glass, his cheeks still red from their session. He’d come so beautifully, hypnotizing Tristan like a siren, and now he was bringing him dessert in bed? Tristan must’ve been good in a past life.
Trying a spoonful, he hummed.
“This is amazing, like you.” The rich, silky cream, the cocoa powder, and the chai cake all came together beautifully, and Tristan took another bite, enjoying how Jax’s flush deepened. “I didn’t know you made desserts too.”
“I’m good with some.” Jax toasted with his glass as an example. “I make killer chocolate-dipped cannoli, but my sfogliatelle are just okay, and youdon’twant one of my apple pies.”
