Chapter 39
Jesse
With one last squeeze, I let go of Tristan’s wrists, trailing my fingers down the length of his arm, tracing over the black pattern of his tattoos. Taking my time, I swirl and brush over the loops and twists, mesmerized by the way his skin twitches as I feather across it.
“Such a fucking tease,” he groans, head falling back against the pillow as he restlessly shifts his hips, trying to press up against me, even though I’m using one hand to pin him to the mattress.
“You want it though?” I drag my lips over his collarbone in a light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps along his skin. “You want me to tease you until you can’t take it anymore? You believe me now that I’ll love every last second of it?”
It’s already taking every shred of my self-control to hold myself together, and the breathless “Yes,” he whimpers in answer nearly pushes me over the edge. The sound sends a pulse of heat straight to my dick, and for a moment, I can’t help dropping my hips to give another greedy thrust against his.
I don’t even realize the exact moment I switch to using my mouth, but soon I’m kissing my way over the ink that patterns his pale skin, dragging my tongue along the curving black lines, pausing to suck anywhere my touch makes him gasp or tremble, turning aside to lick over his nipples.
Every inch of him is satin smooth and warm, and every breath I take against his skin smells of vanilla and peaches, so sweet I might just lose my damn mind.
His hands are in my hair, and I can’t get enough of the way he tugs at the strands, pulling harder as his body quivers and jolts.
Pleasure burns through me with each brush of my mouth against his skin, phantom touches across my own body that have me wound so tight that it’s all I can do to keep from rutting into the bed.
As it is, I don’t think I’d need more than a few thrusts, but I will myself to keep still, drinking in Tris’s every moan and whimper and curse.
The farther down his body I move, the more breathless and needy his sounds get, and the more desperate my mouth is as I lick and bite over his shivering muscles.
When I reach the hollow of his hip, I linger there, sucking the soft skin until a dark bruise blooms beneath my lips and he’s squirming and trembling, panting out a stream of nonsense.
One of his hands strays from my hair, down across his body toward his dick where it lies twitching and rigid against his stomach. Before he can touch himself though, I seize his wrist, bringing it to my lips for a kiss before pinning it down to the bed at his side.
“No,” I breathe, shaking my head as I catch and hold his gaze, watching as his lips fall open with a shaky exhale when I release him to close my own hand around his length.
“F-fucking yesss, sunshine—” He shifts under me, propping himself up on one elbow to watch as I swipe my thumb up through the steady stream of precum rolling down his swollen crown.
Keeping my grip loose and my movements so slow I know the tease has to be driving him crazy, I let my fingers skim up and down his shaft in a lazy rhythm, rolling my palm over his crown with each pass.
“More,” he moans.
Beneath me, I can feel the way his body shudders as his back arches up off the bed, chasing my touch. Answering echoes of sensation course through me, coiling tight and hot and heavy at the base of my spine, throbbing through my dick with every stroke.
God, I love watching him fall apart like this. Love seeing every quiver of his muscles, hearing every gasp and whimper…love the way his eyes have locked on mine, dark and burning.
When I don’t tighten my grip or speed up, he tries to thrust into my fist, but my weight is on his thighs, my free hand splayed across his stomach, holding him down, and I only shake my head again. “Does this feel good?”
“So—unhhh—so fucking good— But—”
“You need more?”
Desperately, he nods, lower lip trapped between his teeth as he tries once again to rock his hips into my touch. “Need to come— Uhhfuck, sunshine, please… Please let me come—”
Fucking Christ, I have to press down against the bed, hard, breathing slowly to keep myself from coming then and there.
“Touch me, Jesse, please—” he pants, and I realize that my hand’s gone still, grip loose around the base of his shaft.
He gives his hips another thrust, hard enough that the movement makes my fingers slip low enough to brush over his sac.
At the touch, his eyelids flutter shut. The way his breath catches makes me do it again, and when I move lower, cupping and lightly squeezing his balls, rolling them in my palm, his head falls back against the pillows as he lets out a low, gorgeous moan.
Leaning forward on a trembling elbow, I drop my mouth to his stomach.
His abs clench as I run my lips over them, feeling how they shudder in time with the visible thump of his pulse that sets his dick twitching against them.
Unable to stop myself, I let my hand slip back to splay over his ass, groaning when my fingers brush along the crease between his cheeks as I graze my teeth over the jut of his hip bone.
“P-please, sunshine—”
My hips stutter against the bed, a fresh wave of desire cascading through me as he rolls his hips back into my touch.
“Wanna feel your fingers in me.”
“Jesus, Tris,” I moan, closing my eyes and burying my face against his hot, sweat-slicked skin as I let my fingers slip between his cheeks to brush over his tightly furled hole.
At the contact, his body jerks and trembles, and I barely hold myself back from pressing deeper, because sweet fucking Christ he feels so good. “You want me to?”
“I f-fucking need you to.”
The thought of staying exactly where I am and letting Tris suck my fingers wet and sloppy in his perfect mouth is almost irresistibly tempting, but much as I want to feel his tongue working and swirling around my fingers and little as I want to ever leave this bed, I know lube will feel better for him.
“Stay there.” Pressing one more quick kiss to his side, I force myself away from him, up and out of bed, nearly falling on my face as I launch across the room to grab the bottle stashed in the top drawer of my dresser.
When I turn back though, the sight that meets my eyes has me frozen.
Tris is lying on his stomach, sprawled out across my bed, all lean arms and legs, with the firm, round swell of his ass curving beautifully into the lightly muscled definition of his back.
His head is turned toward me, with his cheek resting on his folded arms, and the wicked, self-satisfied smirk he shoots me from under his lust-glazed eyes tells me my face must be showing every last bit of how wild the sight of him is driving me.
An inarticulate, desperate noise rips from my chest, and then I’m back on the bed, dropping down on my knees over him, mouthing kisses up his spine as I fumble the bottle open.
When I reach the back of his neck, he shivers, arching up against me so temptingly that I can’t help nipping at the spot, sucking it between my lips until he gasps.
My hands are shaking with anticipation as I squeeze a generous amount of lube over my fingers before running them down his crease. When I circle his hole with my index finger, he lets out a moan that cuts off as he buries his face against the crook of his elbow, stifling the sound.
Before I can think, my un-lubed hand is tangling in his hair, tugging his face back from his arm.
“Don’t do that.” My voice is hoarse and raspy against the shell of his ear as I grip the curve of his ass with my other hand, fingers still pressed against his hole. “Let me hear you, Tris. I want all the gorgeous sounds you make for me.”
And I do. So goddamn badly— I just can’t believe I just told him that.
The filthy whimper that leaves his lips as he pushes back into my hand is enough to obliterate any embarrassment I might have felt though. My dick gives a throb of approval, so hard and strong that the sensation sends my hips rolling against Tris’s thigh.
“Please, sunshine. Ohhhfuck, please. Please let me have it. Gotta have—”
His begging turns into a choked gasp as my finger slides into him, and I have to drop my head and breathe slowly, biting the curve of his shoulder to make myself stop thrusting against him as the hot, silky smoothness of his tight muscles close around my first knuckle.
“Ohhhf-fuuuck,” he moans. “F-fuck, s-sunshine.”
“Is that alright?” My voice catches and shakes as I lick against his shoulder, soothing over the marks left by my teeth.
“More,” he pants, rocking back with another moan as my finger slips deeper, all the way to my second knuckle. “Mmmngh— Feels so good—”
“Like this?” As I pump my finger in and out of him, I reach my other arm beneath his waist, hauling his hips up so I can wrap my hand around his shaft. His crown is slick and dripping when my thumb swipes over it, and under my grip, I can feel the throbbing of his pulse.
“Just like—” His voice breaks, turning into a whimper as I press a second finger into him, sweeping the two of them deliberately over his prostate. “Ohhh god— Fuuuck, right there, sunshine. Don't f-fucking stop!”
This time, I don’t tease. As he bucks alternately into the grasp of my hand and then back onto my fingers, letting out breathless, ragged moans, I work my fist over his length, hard and fast, not bothering to check the sloppy, desperate thrusts of my own dick against his thigh.
His back is damp and salty with our combined sweat as I run my lips and tongue over his skin. Every muscle in me is wound tight as I curl my fingers to peg him harder, deeper, earning a choked cry as his dick swells, hot and twitching in my hand.
“Come for me Tris,” I gasp against his ear, driving my hips harder and faster, chasing my own orgasm as his body shakes beneath me. “Wanna feel you, fuck— I wanna feel you come so hard on my fingers.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when his walls clench down and his dick pulses and jerks under my touch.
“I’m, ohhf-fuuuuck— I’m c-coming for you, sunshine—” He shudders against me, whimpering and arching back on my fingers until his body calms, tension melting from his softly trembling muscles.
He’s only still for a second though, because then he’s rolling to the side as my fingers slip from his slick, relaxed hole.
Before my dazed, overheated mind has time to process what he’s doing, except that whatever it is, it’s hot as fuck, he’s swiping his fingers through the cum splattered across his chest. With his other hand, he shoves against my shoulder, pushing me onto my back as he straddles me, grabbing hold of my shaft with his cum-slicked palm.
He only gets in a few quick, tight tugs before my orgasm hits me, so strong it knocks the air from my lungs as my hips stutter up into his fist.
It takes me long, gasping breaths before I’m coming back down, my eyes opening to see Tris staring at me from where he’s sitting, straddling my thighs. His parted lips curve up in a smile, and the movement of his chest is still ragged and uneven.
When he cuddles down against me, resting his cheek on my shoulder and nuzzling his face against the side of my neck, I don’t even feel the sticky mess trapped between us.
I wrap my arms around him, and he lets out a contented, soft hum that goes straight to the ever-growing Tristan-shaped place in my heart.
For several long minutes, we just lie here like this, wrapped together, no sound except for the quiet, slowing rhythm of our breathing.
My last thought before I feel myself starting to drift off is how much we’re both going to regret falling asleep without a shower and a change of sheets, but with Tris so warm and limp and perfect draped over me, his hair so soft against my cheek, I really can’t find it in myself to care.