Chapter 42 #2
He’s tugging at my hair harder now, dragging me forward and back in time with his thrusts, and yeah, it’s hard enough to hurt just a little, but I love it.
Love that I’ve pushed him to forgetting to be careful with me.
Love that I’ve made him let loose his control and just feel.
And fuuuck— it’s like I can legitimately feel the buzz of his building orgasm in my own body as his thick, fucking sexy thighs tense and shudder against my shoulders as he rocks into me again with a low groan.
“Tris,” he cries out when I hollow my cheeks, sucking him hard as he pulls back for another thrust. “Mmnghfuck that’s good. More. More. Wanna watch you make me come with that fucking perfect mouth.”
The fresh praise in his wrecked, breathless voice, along with the thought of him unloading down my throat, has me shamelessly moaning around his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he chokes, eyes falling shut as his fingers tense in my hair. “Ohhhh fuck, Tris. Gonna come— Gonna come so hard.”
I moan again as electric heat washes down my spine at the way his hips stutter forward and his balls twitch and tighten in my hand.
My movements pick up speed to answer the roll of his hips as his cock swells and pulses, until I feel the burst of his cum in thick, hot spurts across my tongue and down my throat. And fucking god, the way he moans my name almost has me following, totally untouched, as I swallow around him.
Not until his hands go slack in my hair and his tight, trembling body relaxes beneath me do I ease off, letting his softening cock fall from my mouth and wiping the back of my hand across my lips as I sit back on my heels.
With his breath coming in uneven gasps, his cheeks blazing so damn bright they could probably burn someone, and his eyes all glassy and heavy lidded, my sunshine looks totally wrecked and hotter than fuck. And holy shit do I love seeing him like this.
I don’t even realize I’ve started stroking myself until he’s scooting forward off the bed, onto his knees beside me on the floor, staring down at where my hand’s gripping my shaft.
“My turn?” His voice is a little growly and a lot breathless, and the way his tongue slips out across his lower lip? Like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it? Ohh fuuuck me.
My, “Fuck yeah,” comes out as a desperate whimper as I nod my head in a way that probably comes off as begging, which, to be honest is exactly what it is at this point.
Do I care even the teeniest bit if he knows just how needy he makes me?
Nope. Not one bit, ‘cause before I’m even done trying to tell him how bad I want it, he’s licking into my mouth, his tongue sweeping soft and hot and delicious over mine.
Like he’s tasting himself there. So fucking sexy, I can feel it all the way down in my cock.
The next moment, his warm, big, soft hand is pushing mine away, his thick fingers curling around the base of my shaft, and holy shit but I don’t think anything’s ever felt better.
I’ve been so fucking hard and needy since I got my first taste of him.
Now, the simple pressure of his grip squeezing round me as he takes up a firm, slow stroke, combined with the criminally sexy way he’s sucking my lower lip, lighting up every inch of my body as he flicks and skims his tongue along it, has me a millisecond away from blowing.
It’s when he pulls away to whisper in my ear that nearly pushes me over the edge though.
“That was incredible. You’re incredible, Tris.”
His whispered approval shivers all along my skin, raising goosebumps as my body shakes and tightens. The tension in my already throbbing balls pulls almost to the breaking point, making me buck into his hand with a needy moan.
And then the fucker lets go.
“What the hell?”
He only laughs, breathy and husky and unfairly hot, brushing his lips over my ear, as his fingers stroke teasing circles across my hips. Fuuuck, it’s like every touch keeps me hovering on the edge, just short of enough to push me over.
“You think you’re the only one who wanted to get a taste?
No, Tris.” He bites down, making me whimper and squirm shamelessly against him as his teeth sink into the softness of my earlobe.
“You’re not going to come until I have you exactly where I want you; with that gorgeous dick of yours in my mouth so that, when you do come for me, I can swallow down every last drop. ”
My jaw legitimately, honest-to-god drops as I stare at my scorching-pink-blushing, mismatched-sock-wearing, doesn’t-have-a-clue-how-sexy-he-is sunshine, ‘cause where the hell did that come from?
And yeah, I fucking love it.
“Now you be a good boy and go lie down on the bed for me.”
Holy. Fuck.
The hell if I care whether it’s because I think I might actually die if I don’t feel his mouth on me or because I can’t hide from the fact that all I want is to hear more of his sweet, surprisingly filthy praise, but I can’t do what he asks fast enough.
I’m on the bed on my back in a second flat, every inch of my body tingling with anticipation, watching as he follows after me with a predatory look in his eyes that has my cock jumping and leaking against my stomach.
Fuck yeah—
There’s no way I’m gonna last. And I don’t give a shit, ‘cause in the moment it takes me to think that, Jesse’s settling himself between my legs, about to close those soft, full lips of his around me.
“Look at you, Tris.” His breath skims over my tip as his eyes find mine, and I whine. Actually full-on whine. “So good for me.”
“Ohhhh fuuuuck, sunshine—”
“Such a good boy.”
Electric pleasure zings up and down my spine as tight, wet heat surrounds my cock, making my body arch right up off the mattress. Because in one movement, he’s swallowed me completely. All the way down to the back of his throat.