Chapter 42
Tristan
The bob of Jesse’s thick, dripping length is answer enough, but the choked little groan he lets out might be even better.
Fuck, but I meant what I said. I want to taste him so bad I can feel it in my own cock as it gives a jump at just the thought.
And then there’s what he said. How he loves seeing me happy, loves being here, loves helping me.
Just thinking it sets off those damn butterflies again, kicking them back up to a full-blown hurricane and setting off a skippy-leaping in my heart.
Exactly like out on the pier today, when I’d gone and thought that word about him smiling.
So yeah, I want Jesse. So fucking much it’s making my head spin. But had there also maybe been just a touch of deflection to me jumping him like I just did?
Except, shit. Was there really? Or had all that stuff he’d said just built up, alongside the sexy-as-fuck feel of his lips teasing all over my skin, and made me just have to have him now?
That shit is way too much to try to focus on though, because whether there’s deflection or something else wrapped up with it, what I do know is that I want him. Fuck, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
Under their dusting of blond hair, Jesse’s thighs have just the right amount of grab, and I let my fingers dig in, just a little, as I lean nearer.
As much as I want to get to the good part and see how fast I can have him falling apart, I don’t rush.
The fucker teased me until I legitimately thought I was going to die last night, and while I know I don’t have anywhere nearly the patience to do that to him, I am gonna take my sweet time. Well, as much as I can at least.
So, rather than just dipping down and swallowing him whole like I so want to, I drop my lips back to the inside of his thigh, sucking and kissing my way not up but down.
“Please, Tris?”
I really hadn’t meant to make him beg, but the breathy whimper of his voice and the way the soft grey-blue of his eyes is swallowed up by the black of his pupils has me feeling all kinds of ways.
Instead of letting him have it though, I grin up at him, blinking innocently through my lashes as I watch the uneven, shallow movement of his chest and the slight tremble of his parted lips.
My mouth is fucking watering for him by now, but making him squirm is too damn good, so I keep going slow, letting my hands wander over his body as I kiss my way back up toward his cock.
“God, Tris, please—”
Ohhh fuck. How could I not?
I’m so worked up that I swear I can feel it in my own cock when I finally flatten my tongue against the base of his shaft to lick all the way up his length, just like I did before I stripped him out of his boxers.
But like this? Over his bare, silky-velvet, hot skin? And that deep groan he lets out?
Fuck, just, fuuuck—
His tip is dripping and slick when I reach it, and ‘cause he’s watching me, staring like he’s the one about to gobble me up, I stop short and shoot him another grin.
Leaning in, I run my lips slowly over his head, letting his precum smear across them, trying to ignore the aching throb of desire that nearly makes me reach down and start jerking myself.
“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 fucking aching for 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.
Ohhh fuck— That moan he lets out— The taste of him— Sex and need and Jesse.
“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-on shudders as I swallow around him.
“So fucking good,” he moans as I pull back, and ohhh but 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. I never want 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 back for 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? Definitely not him complaining.
And ohhh but 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 I know he wants to.
All it takes is a little tug of my hands on his hips. He lets out a choked grunt, and then, oh fucking 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. Too much. With Jesse though? Fuuck I want it.
With him, I want everything.
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.
But ohhhfuck, I do want 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 god yes, he gives it to me, rocking his hips forward, sinking deep into my throat.
“Okay?” His voice shakes as he pulls back, and if my mouth weren’t already very happily occupied, I’d be kissing the adorably sweet, worried little crinkle between his eyebrows off his face. Because hell yeah that was okay.
Instead, I just nod, grinning up at him from around his shaft as I run my tongue up to flick over his slit.
One of my hands trails down from his hip, over the crease of his thigh, down to cup his balls, and when I give them just a tiny squeeze, his breath comes out in this punched out, mouthwatering moan that’s my only warning before he’s plunging down my throat again.
With every thrust, I can feel Jesse’s muscles clenching under my wandering hand that isn’t busy working his heavy, tight balls. His movements are sloppy and fast, and above me, his cheeks are stained that gorgeous blazing pink I can’t seem to get enough of.
“So close, Tris,” he gasps as I pull back for a breath, circling his tip with the flat of my tongue, sucking and lapping at his salty-warm taste before swallowing him back down. “Mmmngh— god you feel so good.”
Between my legs, my cock is twitching and straining for some sort of friction as throbbing pressure builds in my balls from the sheer hotness of making him fall apart like this.
If it weren’t for the totally addictive feel of my sunshine’s body under my hands, nothing would be able to keep me from jacking myself off until I came right alongside him.