Chapter 53
Tristan
How I can need Jesse so bad that my body’s still aching and begging for him, right after he just made me come like that, I don’t have a clue, but ohh am I here for it.
He’s still on his knees, looking up at me with this dazzling smile on his red, swollen lips, and fuck me, ‘cause somehow, I fall for him all over again just in this one tiny moment.
“Fucking god, I love you,” I whisper. There’s a suspicious prickle at the corner of my eyes and my throat’s gone hella tight. Fuck if I care.
Before I can so much as blink, Jesse’s off his knees, his lips on mine, hot and fierce and so damn perfect, I’ve never felt so wanted.
My breath is nothing but choppy gasps and whimpers as I lick over his lips, slipping my tongue along his, drinking in the delicious moan he gives me along with the salty-warm flavor of my cum.
“You taste like me.” I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck, moaning as a final shuddery aftershock rocks through me. “So fucking hot.”
“Jesus,” he pants when I release him, circling his hips to grind against me, hard and slow. “I love you so much, Tris.”
There’s no chance for me to answer before he’s diving in, angling my head back so he can feast on my mouth exactly how he wants to, fucking feral as he nips and sucks and licks and ruts against me.
It’s love and lust and need all mixed together and poured into this one kiss, and I’ll take it.
I’ll take it all and keep it and fucking never look back.
Not until my sunshine’s kissed me stupid does he pull away, and even though my legs are still wobbly with how damn hard he made me come, my cock is already halfway hard and way more than halfway ready for more.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, holding my face tipped up toward his so all I can see are his blown pupils as his shaking breath fans across my face.
His cock is throbbing and twitching against me, and even with beads of shower water still clinging to my body, I can feel the sticky-slick trail of precum he’s leaving across my skin, so fucking sexy, I need more.
I need—
“Fuck me now, Jesse.” My hands snake around the back of his neck, dragging him down for a quick, filthy kiss that leaves us both gasping and breathless all over again. His hips stutter forward, and he lets out this rough, hungry sound that has my cock giving an eager little twitch.
“Please, sunshine?” Another kiss, sloppy and desperate. “I need you inside me so bad.”
He doesn’t answer except for this low, hungry groan. Just scoops me right up, hands cupping under the backs of my thighs, as I wrap my legs around his waist, just like he did last night. And holy shit, but I love it.
We’re both all drippy-wet and there’s probably a damn trail of water all the way from the bathroom to the couch. I don’t give one solitary fuck.
The whole place could flood for all I care. All I care about is that he’s kissing me again, sinking down onto the cushions with me in his lap.
And then he goes and reaches under the pillow to pull out a bottle of lube, and I swear to god, if I hadn’t already realized how fucking much I love this man…
“I promised you,” he whispers, right up against my ear so his lips brushing over my skin make goosebumps break out across over my body.
“But Tris?” He cups my cheek in his palm, all soft and gentle and so totally my sweet sunshine that my damn throat goes tight all over again.
“You’re not sore? This isn’t just because you think I—”
He shuts up with this startled, fucking adorable little oomfh as my lips collide with his.
The lube bottle is ridiculously easy to snatch away from him, and when I squeeze a generous squirt into my palm and spread it, all slick and wet, over his cock, he groans into my mouth and buries his hands in my hair again, just like I love.
Lifting up, I guide his tip to notch against my hole. Jesse whimpers, a fucking gorgeous sound I want to bottle up and save forever. Beneath me, I can feel the tremble of his muscles, like it’s all he can do not to thrust up into me.
“I told you—mmngh fuuck—” my breath catches at the stretch and slight burn as his tip pushes through my first ring of muscle.
“Told you I need you to fuck me,” I moan, lowering myself down, inch by delicious inch, breathing in his hot, panted breath.
“And I meant it. I—ohhh f-fuuck, Jesse—I need it. Need you.”
My cock is hard as steel again by the time he bottoms out in me. His chest heaves against mine, and every last inch of him is so flushed and scorchingly pink that I can legitimately feel the heat of him burning against my skin.
For a beat, it’s almost too much. Too much in the fucking best way possible; how he’s stretching me, filling me so full I swear I can feel him everywhere. How hard and hot and thick he is, tunneled so deep inside me.
It’s all too much and so fucking perfect that for a moment, I’m not sure I’ll even be able to move. But ohhh fuck, I have to have more.
Jesse gasps as I lift myself up, letting his length slip almost completely out, until just his tip is left inside me. And then I slam back down, biting my lip and throwing back my head at the explosive blaze of aching pleasure that bursts through me.
“God, Tris,” he grunts, leaning back into the cushions and thrusting up into me so that his thighs slap against my ass.
“Look at you.” His hands trail down my neck, over my chest as I roll my hips to rock forward on him.
“You look—uhhhngh—so good riding me. Love watching you make yourself feel good.”
Ohhfuck, the way his praise sparks through me, lighting me up from the inside out, spurring me on— And how he’s watching me, eyes all heavy lidded and totally lust-drunk— It’s everything, but I need—
“Closer. I need you closer,” My hands slip behind his head, tugging him back up until he’s chest to chest with me. “Need to feel you.”
“Like this?” He winds his arms around my back, holding me so tight against him I can feel the pounding of his heart and the trembling of his body as the new angle drives him deeper than ever into me.
“Yeah,” I melt into him, nodding and sighing as he buries his face in my shoulder.
Hot, plush lips close around the skin at the side of my throat, sucking until I’m dizzy and gasping, fucking myself on him in deep, slow strokes. It’s fucking electric, the feel of his mouth as he pants and nips and kisses over my skin.
When my thighs start to shake, Jesse slips his hands down to cup my ass, gripping tight as he helps me circle and grind up and down on his length again and again.
My cock is trapped between us, dripping and slick and aching to come again, and the slide of it against his skin, all sticky with sweat and precum, is all I’m gonna need.
Fuuck, I can already feel that telltale tingle winding tight as my balls draw up and my cock starts to swell.
“You going to come for me again, Tris?”
Ohhfuckinggod does that do it for me—the ridiculously hot rasp of his voice against my throat, combined with the fact that my sexy sunshine knows my body oh so fucking well.
“So—mmnghh—so f-fucking hard,” I moan. “I— ohhh, ohhfuck, yeah, just like that—”
He’s tipped my hips back, railing into me hard and fast at just the right angle, and I’m fucking done for.
“That’s right. Come, Tris. Let me feel it.”
“F-fuuck, Jesse, yess!”
His heavy breath brushes over the skin below my ear, and my cock jerks and leaps, spurting cum between us as Jesse pounds into me, drawing out my orgasm until I’m totally boneless in his arms.
“Fuck,” his voice shakes. “Fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
Just a few more thrusts are all it takes before his body tenses up, and ohhh, but the way he bucks and shudders under me is so fucking hot, it’s enough to make my totally spent balls give one last weak throb of pleasure.
“Oh god, Tris,” he groans into my shoulder, panting as he buries himself deep inside me so I can feel every last twitch of his cock as he fills me up in hot, thick pulses.
I wrap my legs tight around Jesse’s waist when I feel him start to go soft inside me. I’m not ready to let him go. He happily takes the hint, winding his arms around my back and moving carefully so he doesn’t slip out when he lies back and tugs me down on top of him.
There was nothing soft or mushy about the way the two of us just fucked, but my sunshine did what I needed all the same.
He showed me, just like he always does, that he sees me.
He can read me like a damn book, and he knew exactly what to do to get me out of my head and just how to show me that he’s mine every last bit as much as I’m his.
I nuzzle in against his neck and he sighs, long and choppy, as fucked out as I am and so happy sounding it makes my chest feel like it’s as full of sunshine as he is.
“I love you, Tris.”
Damn, but I know I’ll never be able to hear those words from him enough.
They're all it takes to set off those crazy-ass butterflies in my stomach and to get my heart pounding, harder and faster than when I just came, right up in my throat.
‘Cause he means them.
Just for me.
“Love you too, sunshine.”
Everything’s warm and kinda fuzzy around the edges by the time I feel Jesse lifting me up off the couch with him. I could tell him to put me down, that he doesn’t have to do this for me.
Fuck, he doesn’t have to do most of the things he does for me.
I don’t say a word though. Just snuggle in against his chest and let him, ‘cause I totally love that he’s like this. That he’s doing this just ‘cause he wants to, just as much for himself as for me.
And since that’s the case? I’m definitely not gonna be the one to argue.