Chapter 27 #2
He moved his fingers, pressing them against my prostate, and a deep guttural groan flew from me as a shock of pleasure hit me like a lightning bolt.
“I’m going to stretch you a little so you can take me. Are you okay with that,?”
His voice was thick with lust, and all I could manage was a nod of my head as my fingertips dug harder into the bedding. Inside me, his fingers parted, making a scissoring motion. My eyes slammed shut as the pleasure grew.
“Fuck, Bug. I… I…”
“You what, baby?”
“I can’t take any more. I need your cock inside me.”
A feral growl rumbled from deep in his chest as he withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty.
He grabbed my hip, rolling me onto my back but repositioning the pillow under my hips.
My aching cock throbbed as he reached for the lube and squeezed a generous amount into his hand, rubbing it over his shaft.
When his cock was glistening under the light, he positioned himself between my parted legs, one hand lining himself up, the other holding his weight as he hovered over me.
“Wrap your legs around me when I’m inside you, baby. I’m gonna take this at your pace, okay?”
I nodded, anticipation stealing my words as my heart raced faster than a bullet. Pressing his hips forward, the tip of his cock pressed against my tight hole. The first inch was bearable, but as he pushed further, stretching me, pain seared me. I grit my teeth, my entire body tensing.
“Do you want me to stop?” Tristan panted, panic filling his eyes.
“Don’t you dare, Bug,” I replied through gritted teeth.
Yeah, it hurt, but fuck, did I want this.
He pushed in another inch. And then another. I sucked in deep breaths, willing my body to relax as Tristan and I stared at each other, his eyes blazing with his need. When he pushed in another inch, I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist, forcing him the rest of the way in.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, lowering his head to kiss me. Our tongues lightly brushed against each other before he pulled away. “You feel fucking incredible. Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Just give me a minute,” I replied, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so full.
“Take your time.”
He placed little kisses on my lips, moving to my jawline, and down to my throat. My cock pulsed, my balls heavy with the need to empty them. My hand slid up Tristan’s arm, cupping the back of his neck so I could bring his mouth back to mine.
When the ache in my body eased, I broke our passionate, slow kiss and grabbed his biceps again. “I’m ready, Bug. Move.”
His eyes fixed on mine as he pulled his hips back until he almost slid out of me before slowly driving forward again. His eyes slammed closed, his features twisted into a look of ecstasy, and damn, was it the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Are you okay, Bug?” I asked as he thrust back in again, but the crease between his brow deepened.
“Yeah, baby. You feel fucking incredible. It’s taking all my effort not to blow my load already.”
I smiled shyly up at him, reaching up to smooth the crease between his brows. “You feel good, too. I need more.”
It was the truth. The pain was receding, leaving behind an ache so deep, it buried its way into my bones, and I knew the only way it would ease was if Tristan made me come.
Our gazes stayed locked, our faces so close that with every breath we took, the warm air brushed over each other’s lips. Soft groans echoed around the room, and as Tristan’s thrusts grew more determined, the pressure in my balls increased to an almost unbearable ache.
As if knowing what I needed, Tristan shifted so he could move his hand between us. Wrapping it around my shaft, he jerked my length in time with his thrusts, the pleasure he was creating consuming me and making my hips buck.
“Come with me, baby,” Tristan panted, kissing my lips as his pace quickened again.
Helpless but to do as he instructed, my orgasm crashed into me like a wrecking ball, come shooting from my tip and coating both our stomachs. Tristan’s eyes closed, and with one more thrust, his body stilled as warm liquid filled my ass.
His body jerked several times, releasing every drop of come he had. When his eyes opened again, they met mine, and a feeling I’d never felt before cascaded through me like a comforting wave.
A lump formed in my throat as an avalanche of emotions hit me, and tears pricked my eyes. In a bid to stop Tristan from seeing them, I pulled him into my arms. He came easily, his cock slipping out of me as he nuzzled his cheek against my chest, lying on top of me.
I held him like that until I got my emotions under control, and the entire time, Tristan lay still, rubbing soothing circles with his finger over my heated skin.
When I kissed the top of his head, he shifted to look up at me, giving me a lazy smile. “You okay?” I nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak. Reaching up to cup my cheek, he added, “Talk to me, baby. How do you feel?”
Like I love you.
The words balanced on my tongue, but I swallowed them down as fear crawled up my throat that he wouldn’t say it back. Instead, I lifted his hand and kissed the back of it. “Thank you, Bug.”
He blinked at me, his brows furrowing. “For what?”
I kissed his hand again. “For everything.”