9. Chapter 9 #3
Stopping with his fingers on Tristan’s zipper, Jax wet his lips, looking up seductively.
“Is that okay?” He wasn’t playing fair, but neither was Tristan, because he’d been hiding a monster in those pants.
Quickly looking toward the other trail, Tristan pressed his lips together, giving Jax a nod. “Yes, but please, don’t hurt yourself.”
Jax paused for a moment, impressed by Tristan’s concern. And he deserved a reward for being so kind, so Jax pulled Tristan’s zipper down. The white boxer-briefs underneath were sexy, but he barely noticed them because Tristan’s cock was already poking over the top of the waistband, saying hello .
And it would be rude not to reply.
Bending his head, he lapped at the leaking tip, and Tristan groaned, one of his hands clutching at the tree behind him, the other quickly covering his mouth.
That wouldn’t do. Smirking, Jax quickly pulled Tristan’s underwear down, but shock replaced his smugness as he stared at the impressive cock that sprang forth, bobbing in the open air. Jax’s hole fluttered at the sight, but their first time was not going to be in the forest.
Diving in, Jax wrapped his lips around the girth and went down as far as he could, which was just a few inches, but it had both of them moaning. Not only was Tristan long, but the width stretched Jax’s mouth too, and he wondered how this behemoth would feel inside him.
Jax wiggled his tongue around the head, making sure the ball of his piercing massaged the crown, and Tristan let out an uncharacteristic curse, his hand leaving the tree to tangle lightly in Jax’s hair.
Reaching for his own pants, Jax freed his cock, and the instant relief had his throat relaxing, allowing him to take in more of Tristan. Choking around him for effect, Jax maintained eye contact as he pulled back to spit into his hand before swallowing the delicious meal in front of him again.
Tristan’s muffled cry could easily be heard through his hand, and Jax hummed, liking how Tristan’s fingers sank into his hair, hanging on.
Wrapping a wet hand around his own dick, Jax played with the head, trying to hold back, because he was so turned on that if he started jerking off, then he’d come in seconds.
Jax continued to swirl his tongue, using his skills and his piercing to get louder and louder muffled cries out of Tristan until the cock between his stretched lips became rock hard.
That’s when Jax started pumping his hand, simultaneously increasing the suction, wanting to bring them over together.
“ Jax, ” Tristan began to curl, and Jax hummed again. He’d smile if he could, but Tristan’s dick was plugging him up nicely. He couldn’t wait to sit on it.
A second later, Tristan gasped like he couldn’t find any air and shot down Jax’s throat.
Jax swallowed it all greedily, the clean, almost-sweet taste that was undeniably Tristan sending him over the edge.
Groaning, he came across the ground, and for a few seconds, there wasn’t any pain.
There was only bliss, and Jax rode it until his body ripped him back into reality.
Shaking his sticky hand, Jax let Tristan’s cock go, quickly kissing the tip, and when he looked up, he tried not to laugh.
With blown pupils and flushed cheeks, Tristan looked downright dismantled, and Jax felt like he’d achieved his goal.
“T-That was-” Shaking his head as if to clear it, Tristan quickly tucked himself back in as Jax did the same, but then he bent over, grasping Jax under the arms. But he didn’t pull or move, he just waited. “Need help up?”
“Actually?” Jax let out a breath. “Yeah.”
Easily helping Jax to his feet, Tristan held him until he shook out his legs and made sure they weren’t asleep.
Once Jax could stand on his own, Tristan’s hands cupped his face instead, pulling him in for a thorough kiss that demonstrated Tristan’s thanks.
When they parted, it took a moment for Jax to float back down.
“So, how did you carry all that weight for two thousand miles?” Jax broke the silence, gesturing toward the monster that he’d just had in his mouth.
Tristan blinked and then tossed his head back with a laugh.
“Two thousand, one hundred, and ninety-seven miles!” he corrected with his index finger in the air. “And, um, thank you? Am I supposed to say that?”
“You can say that.” Jax angled his head toward the main trail, and they shuffled forward, still dazed.
“I’ll have to return the favor.”
Imagining Tristan on his knees sucking cock almost made Jax stumble, but before he could take another step, fingers brushed against his, and he immediately held Tristan’s hand.
“Is this taking it slow?” Jax asked lightly.
“Are blowjobs in the woods taking it slow?” Tristan grinned back.
“Maybe.” Reaching the main trail, they turned right, heading back to the parking lot, and Jax almost stumbled again, his limbs more noodly than usual after an orgasm. “By the way, you’re already helping me calm down.”
“I can help more with that,” Tristan said breezily. “What do you do to relax?”
“Take four fun gummies and sleep,” Jax joked, swinging their joined hands.
“Not really what I meant.” Tristan’s small chuckle was tantalizing. And why was Jax still slightly hard? He needed to calm down and have a conversation like a non-horny person.
“Even before the whole back thing, I wasn’t into relaxing.
” Jax squinted up at the sky, distracting himself from the warm hand around his and how comforting it felt, like he’d held this hand before and it had only brought good things.
“I used to go to the gym, then class, and then to a club until dawn.”
“Ah,” Tristan said softly.
“Being on the dance floor, feeling the beat in your throat, and becoming the song?” Jax glanced at Tristan with a wry smile. “That made me feel as alive as cooking does, but I can’t do that anymore. Actually, I don’t know what I do to relax. Scroll on my phone?”
“What about bubble baths? Or meditation?” Tristan squeezed Jax’s hand.
“Tubs would be problematic for me. And I did a guided meditation video on YouTube once. It made me angry.”
Tristan chuckled. “It’s not supposed to do that.”
“Yeah, I was pretty sure that wasn’t the point.” Clicking his tongue barbell against his teeth, Jax swung their arms again.
“Your tongue ring is impressive.” Tristan quickly checked Jax’s knuckles, even though the wound had healed. “Do you have tattoos?”
“What makes you ask?” Jax teased. “Is it all the piercings?” They came around a bend, and Jax could see the parking lot up ahead.
“Most of the chefs I’ve worked with have tattoos,” Tristan squeezed his hand.
“You haven’t seen my back.” A wry grin spread across Jax’s face. “It was better before they had to cut through it for the surgery. I had it touched up, but…” he shrugged. Even though the piece appeared unbroken, the scar still lurked underneath.
“You had back surgery?”
“Yeah, a fusion. They actually farmed bone for it!” Jax let out a huff of a laugh even though nothing about it was funny to him. “I have titanium rods and screws in there, holding it all together.”
“So, you’re cybernetic?”
Jax stopped in his tracks. No one had ever made that observation before, and it was seriously cute. Only Tristan’s kind soul could come up with a comparison like that.
“Yeah, I guess I am.” Standing on his toes, he gave Tristan a quick kiss.
“Do you want to get some tea and a sweet treat after this?” Even though they’d gone for a simple walk, this was the best date Jax had ever been on.
Tristan was sexy, considerate, interesting, easy to talk to, and did Jax say sexy already?
If he did, then it needed to be said twice.
“I’d love to.” Tristan’s smile was a direct threat to taking it slow, so Jax focused on the next location.
“Great! Have you been to Vice and Virtue? It’s the coffee house on Main. The woman who runs it makes the sickest pastries. I have to know how she gets the dough so flaky. And they have standing tables!”
“Sounds perfect, I trust your palette.” It seemed that Tristan also wanted to extend the date, and Jax tried not to be too smug about it.
An hour later, they sauntered out of Vice and Virtue hand-in-hand, stuffed full of pastries, tea, and good conversation, and for Jax, the only thing left was Tristan’s cock.
As they walked around the building, Jax wondered if he could kick slow to the side and keep this date going all the way into bed.
But Tristan stopped as they reached the parking lot, turning pale. Following his gaze, Jax’s joy quickly flipped into simmering fury.
Decked out in a fluffy green coat, Eve leaned against Tristan’s car, lips pursed and arms folded as if she were pissed.
“Shit,” slipped from Jax’s mouth, but Tristan’s expression told him he agreed, and Jax gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Eve, what are you doing here?” How was Tristan’s voice so calm?
“I saw your car in the lot!” She patted the hood, and Jax winced.
Her voice was more babylike and higher in pitch than he’d expected.
She had the same eyes as Rain; however, now that he was closer, he noticed the differences.
She definitely looked younger than her age, but she had a wild, unsettled quality that instantly repelled him.
“You’re not answering my calls, Tris. And who the fuck is this? ”
Jax snorted, mirroring her attitude.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” His accent began to slip, and Tristan looked between them with growing alarm.
Squeezing his hand back, Tristan turned to him, a plea in his gaze. “Do you mind if I talk to her?”
Jax didn’t want Tristan getting hassled by someone who should’ve backed off ages ago, but he also didn’t want to be too angry and make things worse. Besides, this wasn’t his fight, not yet, and this might be a good time to try being calm.
But the millisecond she got out of line, he’d step in.
With a nod, Jax let go of Tristan’s hand and walked to the edge of the lot, letting them argue.
While he tried not to listen, he heard Rain and money more than a few times.
He understood the Rain situation and wished her zero success in finding her son, but money had him stretching his ears.
Did Tristan and Eve own property together?
Rain was hers, so Tristan didn’t owe child support.
Was she trying to fleece Tristan?
Their conversation hit a lull, and Jax quickly glanced at them, meeting Eve’s glare. Smirking, he blew her a kiss, enjoying the rage on her face.
“I promise, I’ll take care of it. Just go .” Tristan’s voice sounded harsher than usual, commanding, and it gave Jax a horny little shiver. As easygoing as he was, it seemed that even Tristan had limits. Or maybe he’d gotten some backbone out of the date.
“Fine,” she huffed, and Jax could feel her angry gaze on him but he ignored it, studying his fingernails until she stormed off.
Tristan went back to Jax, guilt dropping his shoulders. “I’m so sorry she interrupted things.”
“Are you okay?” Fury subsiding, Jax stared up into those light-brown eyes, noting the surprise that flickered across Tristan’s features, as if no one had asked him that in a while.
“Yeah.” Because he was usually a still lake, Jax could see the ripples and knew that was a straight-up lie.
If this were anyone else, he’d walk away because this whole thing was messy. But Tristan was sweet, understanding, and had a dick with its own zip code. Jax didn’t want anyone else snatching him up or harassing him.
He wanted to keep this wonderful man to himself.