Chapter 29
Tristan
“Tris,” Jesse gasps out the moment the door opens. “I didn’t mean— Wasn’t a—”
For a moment, he just stands there, staring, and then he legitimately lunges for me, tangling his hands up in my hair and full-on crashing his mouth against mine.
And fucking god, that kiss— It’s all tongue and teeth and messy, hungry need that lights up every last inch of my body as he drags me forward, spinning us, pinning me against the doorframe.
“Not…a booty…call,” he pants against my lips, resting his forehead against mine as he shakes his head.
“Oh yeah?” I tilt my chin, nipping at his lip. “Why am I not feeling convinced, sunshine?”
His answer is a rough moan that goes right through me, all low and hungry and sexy as fuck, until I’m pressing forward against him, arching up and into the hard bulge in his jeans for a moment before I can stop myself.
And then he’s kissing me again, fucking devouring my mouth. Every stroke and pass of his tongue against mine sends ripples of heat tingling through me, and the solid weight of him crushing me back into the wall makes me want to live in this moment forever.
Aching need like I’ve never felt before builds at the base of my spine as his fingers tighten in my hair—ohhh fuck yess— tugging my head back a little so he can kiss me deeper, harder. He groans into my mouth, and I groan back, chasing his tongue, feral for the velvet softness of it.
Sparks shiver over my skin and my hands flex and clench at his hips when he tugs my lower lip between his teeth. He bites down, and a jolt of pleasure makes me gasp against the urge to use my grip to pull his body flush with mine.
There’s not a damn thing I can do to keep my hips from stuttering forward though, trying to find some sort of friction against his thigh that’s slipped between mine. And, fuuuuck, it’s all I can do to stop myself after just one thrust. Two— Five— Fuck—
“’m sorry,” I choke out, pressing myself back against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut, panting as I try to force myself to stop.
And now that my hands aren’t grasping tight at his hips, they’re skimming over the softness of his sides, teasing up under that ugly-ass sweater I’m barely holding back from ripping off his body.
His muscles twitch and ripple under my touch, and I freeze.
Pull my hands back down from under his shirt.
I can’t rush him. I can’t—
“I didn’t mean—” he breathes out, all shaky and ragged. And fuck, hearing him so totally wrecked has my core tensing and my legs trembling with the effort not to full-on fuck myself against his leg.
But fuuucking yes— He’s the one grinding forward against me now, his cock hard and straining at his jeans as he drags its covered length against my hip.
Ohhh yes—
More—
“Oh god—” he groans, crushing himself forward against me as I grab hold of his beltloops, tugging him harder into me. “Didn’t mean I don’t want this—”
My cock’s been hard as steel since the first hot glide of his tongue over mine, and now it jerks in desperate hope because whatever, however much he’s ready for—
Just fucking yes.
“I just… had to see you, Tris. I missed you.”
I swear the swoopy-leap my heart gives would have knocked me right off my feet if he hadn’t had me all smooshed back against the wall, held up by the solid weight of his body.
Oh, sunshine. I missed you too.
Except I can’t fucking say it.
Instead I catch his mouth in a hot AF kiss, petrified and hoping all at once that he’ll feel the truth of what I just can’t make myself say aloud in the way I can’t hold back my smile, even as I lick at the plump softness of his lips.
Our kiss slows to something slow and sweet and so goddamn tender that if he were anyone else, I’d be crawling out of my skin trying to get away from the feel of his thumbs stroking against my cheeks as he cups my face.
He’s not anyone else though. He’s Jesse.
Sunshine and sweetness and the only thing that’s ever really felt safe in my fucked-up life, and so I can’t do a single thing except for sink into his touch.
And I do, my arms pulling tight round his back as I drink in every last one of his terrifyingly perfect kisses that suddenly have me blinking back the stupid-ass sting of the way my day fell the fuck apart.
I don’t even realize we’ve somehow made our way into Jesse’s apartment until one of his hands leaves my face to pull the door shut behind us.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he breathes, watching me pull back a little, holding my hand against the wall at my side to keep from falling as I kick out of my shoes.
Between the way he’s kissed me breathless and the dizzy swoop of the butterflies he’s had to go and drive fucking crazy, I’m so off balance, I need the support.
Shit, my knees are legitimately shaking.
And it’s not like he’s any less gone than I am. Those grey-blue eyes of his are almost black from the way his pupils have blown wide, and every inch of his skin, up to the mussed-up line of his golden-blonde hair, is that shade of flushy pink that’s officially become my favorite.
And his lips— Oh fuuck, his lips— All slick and swollen and puffy where I’ve bitten at them, parted to take in his heaving, choppy breaths.
“Show me.” I hadn’t meant to let those words slip out, and for a moment, a cold wave of fear that I’ve just fucked up drowns out the fire Jesse’s lit in me.
It’s only for a moment though, ‘cause on his next breath, he lets out a shuddering moan that I swear I can feel vibrating straight through me.
His already flushed cheeks go scarlet, and the darkening stain spreading down his neck is almost as good as the way his hands close on my waist, all tight and hard and in charge.
Then ohhhh, he’s tugging me after him, backing up toward—fucking yes—his bed.
And even though he’s blushed that scorching hot color that I can legitimately feel burning right through the layers of our clothes and under my hands I just can’t seem to keep from roaming over his chest, he’s not even shy about it either.
Oh no, there’s this other side to my sexy sunshine right now, that hidden confidence that peeks out sometimes, and I fucking love it.
My sunshine? Definitely gonna have to unpack that one later, ‘cause when I do, that shit’s going to spark a whole fucking spiral of freaking out, and now is totally not the time to get into that.
Nope, definitely not the time, because before I can even blink, he’s pulling me right down to straddle his lap at the edge of the bed.
His hands grip my waist as he scoots back, dragging me with him like I weigh nothing, all dominant and strong and hot AF, and every single thought is gone from my head.
And. Fuck. Me.
‘Cause did he really just go and get even sexier than ever?
I don’t know how much of it’s that I know I’m maybe still not gonna be able to finally have him, and how much is that sudden flip on of his confidence switch, but fuck. Just fuuuck.
“I think you’re gonna have to be the one who says what goes here,” I laugh around a moan as his hands pin my hips to his lap and his lips find the side of my neck. And ohhh that hot, soft mouth of his on my skin—
My own hands clutch at his shoulders, gripping convulsively at the thick solidness of them as his teeth scrape down a tendon, rigid and tight with the effort of keeping still.
Under me, I can feel the straining outline of his cock, pressing up against my balls and ass so perfectly that I have to bite my lip and breathe out slow and long, to stop myself from rocking against him.
“’Cause one, ohhfuuck, sunshine,” I gasp as his teeth sink lightly into the curve of my shoulder.
My fingers dig into his back, clenching reflexively as prickles of sweat break out across my forehead with the effort of keeping still.
“I wouldn’t have known something like this was— mnngh—on the table. ”
A quiver runs through me as he runs his tongue over the indents his teeth just left in my skin. Fuck, but this guy knows how to light up every last inch of me like a damn Christmas tree.
“And two,” I drop my lips to his ear, letting my breath fan over his skin and my hands drift up, stroking teasingly along the sides of his neck as I whisper, “you getting all strong and hot and in charge like that? Sunshine, you’re gonna make me forget we’re not already fucking.”
He groans, his whole body shuddering against mine as he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, letting it fall forward against my shoulder. His hands flex tight around my waist, and his hips give just the teeniest little stutter up and into me, sending a pulse of electric pleasure up my spine.
“Jesus, Tris. You can’t just say things like that.”
For a moment, a flash of worry flares in me again. Worry that I’ve fucked up, pushed too far—
And then his lips are on mine, his tongue hot and urgent, fucking into my mouth as I open to him.
His breath comes in ragged gasps as I try and totally fail to stop myself from rocking my hips to roll my cock against him, to feel his press harder up against me from below.
Instead of stopping me though, he—ohhhfuuuck—he thrusts up to meet me, and there’s no holding back the needy whimper I let out at the delicious tease of friction.
It’s not enough though. Not enough—
I want, no, I fucking need to feel him. I need the heat and weight and velvet-soft hardness of his cock against mine, the two of them all slick and dripping, fucking together into his big hand—
My fingers clench against Jesse’s hips, digging in because it’s all I can do to try and stop myself from reaching between us and undoing his jeans.
And then my breath rushes out in a punched-out moan of sound ‘cause, fuck, are those his hands pushing up my shirt where he’d been stroking his fingers over the material across my hips?
And, ohhh, oh god fucking yes, is he moving those fingers down now to sneak under the waistband of my joggers and my boxers?
“Ohhh fucking yes—”
So maybe I hadn’t meant to say, or rather moan, those words out loud against his mouth. But the way Jesse’s lips curve up into a smile under mine, and how his breath stutters out, like now he’s the one trying to hold himself back?
He wants this. Ohhh he fucking wants it.
“Uhhnfuck yesss, sunshine,” I gasp, all muffled by the way he’s sucking my lip between his.
The feel of his broad, warm hands splaying wide across the top of the curve of my ass sets off a lightning storm of sparks exploding out from the brush of his fingers as they tease and stroke my skin.
And holy shit, this time, I really am not responsible for the way my hips stutter and rut against him as my middle tenses and my cock jerks and leaks, soaking a wet patch at the front of my joggers.
Who knew that waiting this long to feel the touch of my sunshine’s fingers so near where I want them most could have this kind of effect on me?
How will it feel when those fingers of his really do press hot and deep into my ass or close around my shaft, all warm and soft and strong?
My cock gives another needy throb that echoes through every last inch of my body, making me whimper into Jesse’s mouth as I grind down against him.
“God, Tris,” he rasps against my lips, letting his hands slip just a bit lower, his fingers brushing over my cheeks, squeezing, testing.
He’s close, so fucking close to slipping his fingers between them that I can almost feel the heat of his touch against my hole.
Another brush of touch, closer than ever, and tension throbs hot and tight through my balls, radiating through my insides, turning me molten and tingling.
Holy fuck, I can’t even try to hold in the broken, needy sound that rips from my throat.
He moans in answer, tensing his grip on my ass as he licks over my lower lip. “Do you know how—fuck—how perfect you are?”
His praise and the filthy-hot feel of his tongue are like a crack of lightning through me, making me buck against him, tight and desperate, and it would be embarrassing how close he’s already got me if it weren’t for the frantic, totally sloppy way he’s rocking up to meet me, like he’s just as near the edge as I am.
There’s no way I can help how I gasp into his mouth when his hold tightens, so tight that his fingers dig into the swell of my cheeks hard enough to bruise as he uses his grip on my ass to pull me down against him. Harder, faster—
“Feels so good, Tris,” he breathes on a stuttering thrust that has my balls tightening, drawing up with the need to come.
“Jesse, touch me. P-please, sunshine, I f-fucking need you—”