11. Chapter 11 #4
“It’s an Alaskan King. And the mattress is firm, are you okay with that? There’s a softer mattress in the other bedroom.”
Jax loved that Tristan consistently thought about his comfort; there were few people in his life who did, and Tristan acted as if it were no big deal, which immediately had the four-letter word in Jax’s head leaning toward the one with the v instead of the k .
“Put me down and I’ll tell you,” Jax smirked, trying to keep things sexy. Thankfully, it worked because Tristan’s gaze grew dark again, and he never broke eye contact as he lowered Jax onto the bed, causing Jax’s cock to stand at full attention.
Giving his body a moment to adjust, Jax smiled. “This is like my mattress at home.”
“Good,” Tristan crawled over him, their size difference up close and personal. While Jax was five nine, Tristan was well over six feet, but that didn’t intimidate Jax; it only enticed him. “You have full control. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop. If you are in any pain, please tell me.”
“I promise, I’ll tell you,” Jax went weak in the knees, wanting to high-five himself because, as predicted, Tristan was going to be soft and gentle.
“By the way?” Grabbing the hem of his shirt, Jax managed to pull it off without hurting himself or looking like an idiot. “I brought my overnight bag.”
With a dark chuckle, Tristan smoothed back Jax’s hair, and Jax leaned into it, shivering again as Tristan ran a soft finger over the piercings in his right ear, fascinated with the tragus.
“You look like you don’t belong to this world.” Tristan said reverently. “In a good way.”
“That’s kind of what I’m going for.” Slowly, he flipped over, showing Tristan his tattoo. “Now you get to see it in person.”
Fingers instantly touched Jax’s shoulder blades, tracing the lines, and he gasped, trying not to shudder too hard or his back would freak out. Yes, he was going to have sex tonight, but he knew how to move his body and what his limits were.
And if he pushed and hurt a bit tomorrow? It would be worth it.
Tristan shifted, and suddenly the touch became wet; it took Jax’s brain a couple of seconds to comprehend that Tristan was using his tongue.
The deft way it traced the lines had Jax wondering what it would be like on his cock, but he set that thought aside for later, enjoying how Tristan took his time exploring, working his way down the column of Jax’s spine until he stopped above the waist.
Before Jax could reach for his pants, wanting that tongue farther south, Tristan kissed his way back up, savoring Jax like he was another course and wringing delighted gasps from him.
Once he got to Jax’s neck, he carefully pressed the mound of his cock to Jax’s ass, just resting it between his cheeks, and Jax moaned, spreading his legs invitingly.
With another dark chuckle, Tristan gave him a firmer press, rubbing up and down as he nibbed on Jax’s neck.
Jax had been around the block a few times, but Tristan had him trembling like a virgin because he was going all-in, and Jax wanted to return the favor. He’d been yearning to explore Tristan’s body and see the huge cock that was teasing him, promising the fuck of a lifetime.
Giving a final shiver, Jax tried to turn, and Tristan pulled back, giving him space and a hand, halving the energy it would’ve usually taken.
“Thanks,” Jax grinned. “Your tongue is really fun.”
“Yours is better.” Tristan leaned in for a kiss that had them both weak, and they ended up on their sides facing each other, their lips fused, their tongues sliding, Tristan constantly poking at Jax’s piercing.
Unable to resist, Jax undid the buttons on Tristan’s shirt, and Tristan ripped it away without missing a beat.
Resting his hands on Tristan’s chest, Jax let out a high-pitched sound of happiness.
Tristan had a wonderful amount of dark-brown hair on his chest, perfect for running fingers through.
The lush carpet narrowed over Tristan’s diaphragm, becoming a trail that led to the thatch of curls Jax had explored on their first date.
Finally, Tristan pulled back. “You like my chest hair?”
Jax made a garbled affirmative sound. “Why wouldn’t I?” he rubbed his flat open palms in a circle, teasing Tristan’s nipples before pinching them. “This is like a playground for me.”
Grunting at the sensation, Tristan bit his lip and Jax stared, committing that unwound face to memory. Getting Tristan riled up had become Jax’s kink, because they’d barely gotten to second base and he was about to come in his pants.
Speaking of which, he looked down at his trapped cock, which strained in his jeans. In order to free it, he’d have to stop touching Tristan’s glorious chest, but that was the last thing he wanted to do.
“A little help?” Jax glanced down at his bulge and back up at Tristan through lidded eyes, knowing just how sultry he looked.
Acting as if he were hypnotized, Tristan’s large hands fumbled at Jax’s belt. It took a few tries for him to get it unbuckled, but he made up for lost time once he did, breaking through the buttons and zipper with a flick of the wrist.
“Can I?” Tristan curled his fingers around Jax’s waistband. With that tone, Tristan could do anything he wanted, even fold Jax in half, and he’d sort it out later.
“Y-Yeah, take everything off.” While Tristan sounded sexy as fuck, Jax seemed like he was out of breath, and his voice ended up reedy.
Tristan didn’t seem to care, gently pulling down Jax’s jeans and boxer briefs, and once he did, Jax toed off his socks, showing Tristan everything.
Even though he hadn’t hit the gym in four years, his body still held quite a bit of muscle from work, and Jax licked his lips, his cock bobbing, happy to be free.
“You’re pierced there too.” Fingers gently stroked the short barbell through Jax’s frenulum, sending bolts of pleasure to his core, and he tried not to choke.
“You wondered if my dick was pierced?” he gasped out.
“From the first time I saw you.” With his other hand, Tristan reached up, thumbing Jax’s nipples, which were adorned with tight barbells too.
Between the zinging bliss in his chest and the reveal in those words, Jax almost overloaded.
“You’re boosting my ego so hard right now.” Wanting to give back, Jax’s hands traveled south on Tristan’s body, his fingers following the trail of hair.
“That’s my line.” Tristan let out a long hum as Jax explored, his fingers still fascinated with the piercings.
“Why wouldn’t I want you?” Reaching Tristan’s pants, Jax worked on the clasp, and as they fell open, Jax grinned at the dark, wet circle on Tristan’s white boxers, which barely contained his cock.
Taking it in hand, Jax snorted as his fingers barely met around the girth. It was as huge as Jax had remembered, and as he gently stroked it, Tristan reached down.
The second Jax felt that warm touch, he let out a gritty moan, realizing that his dick fit perfectly in Tristan’s grasp.
He didn’t know who leaned in first, but all of a sudden they were kissing again. Jax’s brain turned to goo from the way Tristan’s tongue skimmed over his, how he bit at Jax’s lips, his hand knowing, bringing Jax close way too fast.
Hopefully, Jax was doing the same to Tristan, even though he could barely concentrate on keeping a steady rhythm.
“W-Wait-” Jax pulled back, not wanting to slow things down but also not wanting the party to be over. “I-I’m gon-na-”
Tristan had immediately dropped the pace of his hand, but once he realized that Jax was stopping because of orgasm and not pain, he smiled in a new and devious way. Leaning so close that their noses touched, Tristan gave him a kiss and then increased the speed.
“You can come, because this is just the beginning.” Tristan’s bedroom voice could touch places inside of Jax that his own hands couldn’t, and Tristan started twisting his wrist, pushing Jax right off the cliff.
Throwing his head back, Jax came with a cry that ended in a staggered breath. He didn’t know how long his brain was offline, but once he came back, he realized that he’d been cleaned, so he grabbed Tristan by the shoulders and kissed him thoroughly, reaching for that enormous cock again.
But Tristan dodged him.
“Lie down?” Tristan asked between kisses, and Jax nodded, carefully shuffling up the enormous bed. Tristan took one of the pillows, putting it behind Jax’s head. “Is this okay?”
Jax gave him another nod as his stomach fluttered in anticipation, his spent cock not going fully soft. Relaxing, he watched as Tristan reached into the side table and took out a bottle of lube.
“Just so you know,” Jax’s legs were slightly bent at the knees, and he spread them as much as he could. “I stretched myself in the shower with the largest toy I had, but you have to stretch me even more.”
Tristan stopped as if he’d short-circuited, and his flushed cock dripped on the bed. “I was going to ask you what you were comfortable with.”
“I’m comfortable with you inside me. I didn’t do all that work for nothing,” Jax barked out a laugh.
Tristan gave him a slightly feral grin. “Good to know.”
Snapping into motion, Tristan settled between Jax’s spread legs, rubbing a hand over his dick, which sprang to attention. Turning his head, Tristan nibbled on the inside of Jax’s thighs, and contentment filled Jax as Tristan brushed his beard against the tender skin, exploring more.
This wasn’t just sex, or a hookup; this was straight-up lovemaking, and just as Tristan would never be able to go back to regular food, after this treatment, Jax would be disappointed in all other men.
Licking a path to Jax’s cock, Tristan held up the shaft, angling it before sweeping down and swallowing it whole.
“Tristan!” Despite his back issues, Jax involuntarily curled an inch or two before stopping and falling back on the mattress.