Chapter 52
Tristan
“I’ve got you, Tris.”
The breathless pant of Jesse’s words over my lips is the only warning I get before his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent and so fucking sweet as he swallows the begging I just can’t seem to switch off now that I’ve let it out.
He backs me up against the shower wall, and I melt, going all totally boneless and whimpering as he grinds against me.
If he wasn’t holding me up and that wall wasn’t there, I swear I’d be nothing more than a puddle on the shower floor.
Fuck, but this is what I need. His hands, his lips, his body.
I need to feel how much he loves me.
However he wants to show me.
This is so different from the sex-for-deflection shit I’ve pulled in the past. A couple times before, with Jesse, that line’s felt blurry. Like yeah, I always want him, but maybe I’ve wanted the distraction too.
Not now though.
Now it’s like the taste of him as he licks into me and the sweep of his warm, soft hands working over my skin really is doing exactly what I asked him to do.
Along with the disgusting, crawly-sick itch of fear and the smell of Josh’s fucking horrible cologne, Jesse’s hands are washing away all the memories I never thought I’d be able to strip from my skin.
I know I’m still gonna have to face and process how fucked up what happened tonight was. Fucking magical as my sunshine’s touch is, I know it’s not enough to make me forget for real.
But for right now? Yeah, it’s more than enough.
It’s perfect.
Somehow Jesse’s managed to get more soap in his hands, and he’s still washing me, sudsing me all down my sides as he kisses me so deep and desperate that it feels like he’s trying to crawl inside my body. And oh, but I’d let him if I could.
His hands slide between us, stroking over my stomach in these shivery-slow circles that have me legitimately shaking as my eyes fall closed.
Every time his fingers brush against my cock where it’s trapped between us, my hips buck forward, and there’s no shutting down the moans I’m pouring into his mouth.
“Tris,” Jesse groans, pulling away from my lips with a wet sound when I give in and full-on rut against his body so my steel-hard shaft slips along the soapy softness of the crease of his thigh and alongside the stiff base of his cock.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispers, tracing his palms up over my ribs.
Fuuck, everything about him feels so damn good—
“You. I just need—”
I open my eyes and my brain short circuits. Whatever the hell I was going to say is gone. Just totally fucking gone.
Jesse's chest is heaving with his heavy breaths, and between how totally obviously turned on he is and the steamy-thick shower-warmed air, every inch of his body is the most mouthwatering, most fucking edible blushey-pink; all damp and soft and mine.
Mine.
Fucking god, I love him—
“Tell me.”
The hot AF, growly sound of his voice legitimately turns whatever was left of my thoughts to mush, and there’s not a damn chance I’ll be able to answer. Not that it matters, ‘cause my sunshine can do whatever the hell he wants with me and I’ll fucking love it.
Pleasure jolts through me and my back arches right off the wall when his soap-slicked hands glide up to my nipples.
“Ohhhfuuck,” I gasp, and my head falls back against the wall when he uses his fingers to flick across the tight buds again. “More.”
He does it again, and again, slipping his leg in between my thighs, and there’s only one thing left in my brain as I fuck myself against him. “More. Mmnghf-fuck, sunshine, more—”
“Like this?” He leans lower, sucking at the skin just below my jaw. And ohhh the way he drags the pads of his thumbs in those slow circles over my nipples.
It all feels so fucking good; the tingling ache spreading across my skin under his hot mouth, the electric thrill of the pleasure of his teasing touch, the building friction and pressure of my cock and balls along his thigh.
Knowing how much he loves this though? That he’s totally getting off on what he’s doing to me?
Fuck, I could come from that alone.
“You want me to make you come just like this, Tris?” Just like he’s read my damn mind.
He rocks against me, dropping his hips enough to drag his cock up along the side of mine, and ohhhh, the feel of his moan vibrating through me as he laves his tongue up the length of my throat.
Holy shit, but he knows how to make me leak and ache for him.
“Or like this?”
And then, ohhhfucking yess, he’s dropping to his knees, shutting off the water as he goes down.
He stares up at me with his hair all wet and ruffled, water dripping down over his face, as he sucks two fingers between his pink, kiss-swollen lips.
A string of spit clings to those fucking perfect lips when he pulls his fingers away, and standing up from between his thighs, his thick cock twitches and bobs, all flushed and straining, just begging for my touch.
Fuck, but the sight makes my ass clench with how bad I need him.
The first circle of his fingers over my hole sets my legs shaking, and when he teases my rim, slipping just the tip of one of them into me, I’m already so fucking ready that I don’t even try and stop myself from rocking back against his hand, bearing down so his fingers sink deep.
“F-fuuuck, Jesse—”
After the way he fucked me so well last night and again this morning, there’s a sting and a throbbing burn mixed up with the pleasure that has me moaning loud and long as he crooks his fingers, dragging them almost completely out of me before plunging them in, down to the last knuckle.
“Okay?” He whispers, leaning in to kiss down the crease of my thigh, pumping his fingers so slow I think I’m gonna lose my damn mind.
“So—unngh—” I whimper as his stubbly cheek rasps against the side of my shaft at the same moment as his fingers sweep over my prostate. “S-so good.”
“Good.” Another kiss, right at the base of my cock, and my whole body full-on jolts.
Fuck, “So fucking good.”
I’m so far gone already I don’t even realize my eyes have snapped shut until I feel his warm, wet mouth close around one of my aching-tight balls. And then you can bet they snap right back open again ‘cause there’s not a chance in hell I’m gonna miss watching this.
“Ohh sunshine, uhhhfuuck—”
Jesse’s cheeks are flaming, fucking gorgeous scarlet as he swirls his tongue around first one, then the other of my balls, sucking them with these soft little tugs that have my cock pulsing and dripping.
There’s no more than the teensiest twinge of soreness left now as he works his fingers in and out of my ass, just a slow, delicious ache building at the base of my spine as he adds a third.
“F-fuck— Feels so good.”
With a low moan that hums straight through me, he flattens his tongue and licks right up over my sac and, fuuuck, straight up my shaft, lapping up the legitimate stream of precum that’s full-on free flowing down from my slit.
“Love how you taste, Tris” he murmurs, mouthing those pillowy soft lips of his right over my sensitive, swollen tip. “Love you.”
I open my mouth to tell him how fucking much I love him too, but all he gets is a filthy moan as he sucks me down, hard and hot and so damn wet and tight I swear I can’t even breathe.
Then—ohhhfuuckingyesss—he’s swallowing around me, backing off and then taking me to the back of his throat again and again as he changes the angle of his fingers, pegging my prostate dead on.
“Ohh god, ohh fuck, love you too—” I can’t stop rocking my hips back to chase the feel of his relentless fingers and then forward again so I can sink deeper into the plush heat of his mouth. “Please, Jesse, more. More— I need you—”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, except that my body’s like a live wire, hot and buzzing with sensation.
Movement catches my eye, and I look down to see—ohh fuuuck—he’s stroking himself, not going at it hard and fast like he’s trying to get off, but slow, like he barely even knows he’s doing it.
Like he can’t even help it—
A lightning strike of pleasure slams through me, arching my back right off the shower wall. My ass clamps down around Jesse’s fingers, strangling them at the same moment as my muscles jerk and shudder.
“C-coming.” And that’s the only warning he gets before I’m emptying my balls down his throat, grabbing onto his thick, solid shoulders to hold myself up as he moans his approval.
There’s no holding back my needy whine when he lets my spent cock fall from his lips and slips his fingers out of my still fluttering hole.
It doesn’t matter that I’m oversensitive and so totally wrung out I can’t see straight; every last thing my fucking brilliantly sexy sunshine just did to me was un-fucking-believably amazing, and all I want is more.