I cupped his cheek, wiping away the tear with my thumb.“And I hatethatyou’re going through it now. But people like Derek and the guys who did this to you will always get away with hurting people because no one will stand up to them. But I think you should, Bug. You are so damn brave, if anyone can stand up to bullies, it’s you.”
His lips twitched with the hint of a small smile.“Youreallythink I’m brave?”
Unable to resist, I placed a light kiss on his lips, careful not to hurt him.“You’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, and you give me hopethatone day, I will be as brave as you are.”
Leaning forward, Tristan rested his forehead against mine.“Okay. I’ll make a report to the police.”
Tristan
The feeling of being watched cascaded through me. I cracked an eye open, trying to avoid the winter sun streaming through the window and lighting up the bedroom.
A lazy grin lifted my lips when I found Ben propped up on his elbow, staring at me.
“I know I’m handsome, but you watching me sleep is kinda creepy, dude.”
His lips pursed as he rolled his eyes.“I wasn’t watching you sleep. I was assessing your injuries.”
“Sure. Whatever makes you feel better.”I stretched my arms above my head as I yawned, regretting it when my body screamed in pain. But it was instantly forgotten when Ben’s heated gaze trailed down my naked torso to where my morning wood tented the sheets. The two of us had gone to bed naked, but thanks to the bruises on my ribs, nothing had happened between us. It looked like my cock was staging a protest now, though.“What time is it?”
Ben checked his watch.“Nearly 10.”
“You didn’t set the alarm for your 5 am workout?”
“No. I didn’t want to disturb you. Thought you needed to rest,”he replied softly, worry pooling in his eyes.“How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been hit by an eighteen-wheeler.”
His frown deepened.“You still going to report the assault?”
“Yeah.”I stretched again, arching my back and causing the sheets to slip further down my waist.“But I can’t go anywhere with this.”
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, knocking the covers off completely. His eyes fixed on where I was slowly stroking myself, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as his pupils dilated.
“Looks pretty uncomfortable to me,”he said, his voice husky.
“It is. But you know what might make me feel better?”
He knocked my hand away, replacing it with his.“I think I have an idea,”he growled, moving to straddle my thighs, but not putting his full weight on me. His own erect cock brushed against mine as he positioned himself.“Put your hands behind your head, Bug. Let me take care of you.”
Doing as he instructed, pride flowed through me at how far he’d come with his confidence in deciding what he wanted. His hand glided down my shaft, and as he brought it back up, he twisted his hand slightly, making me gasp.“Yep, starting to feel better already.”
He chuckled before shifting forward until his cock was pressed against mine, and he wrapped his hand around both of us.
“Fuck me,”I groaned as my hips rolled in time with his stroke, the feel of his cock against mine so damn good.
Shivers traveled down my spine, ending in my balls as Ben began moving his hand at a steady pace, his grip tight. Unable to control myself, my hips thrust up at the same time Ben’s hips thrust forward, pushing our sensitive tips together.
The two of us moaned in unison as we found a rhythm; Ben’s hand stroking up and down, our hips grinding together. Every time his hand reached our tips, he mixed our pre-cum together before smearing it around our shafts.
My eyes closed as ecstasy rolled through me. Needing more friction, I moved my hand to join Ben’s, but my eyes shot open when he stopped his movements.
“Uh-uh, Bug. Hand behind your head. I’m taking care of you,”he rumbled, his voice heady with lust.
A salacious smirk spread over my mouth. I’d always been a sucker for a guy who took control. With my hand back under my head, he started stroking again, my cock pulsing in his hand. Finding his rhythm again, his movements became more determined as we both chased our release.
“Christ, I’m so fucking close,”he wheezed, his muscular chest heaving.
My balls tightened.“Me too, baby. Keep going.”
