His eyes fixed on mine as he pulled his hips back until he almost slid out of me before slowly driving forward again. His eyes slammed closed, his features twisted into a look of ecstasy, and damn, was it the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Are you okay, Bug?”I asked as he thrust back in again, but the crease between his brow deepened.
“Yeah, baby. You feel fucking incredible. It’s taking all my effort not to blow my load already.”
I smiled shyly up at him, reaching up to smooth the crease between his brows.“You feel good, too. I need more.”
It was the truth. The pain was receding, leaving behind an ache so deep, it buried its way into my bones, and I knew the only way it would ease was if Tristan made me come.
Our gazes stayed locked, our faces so closethatwith every breath we took, the warm air brushed over each other’s lips. Soft groans echoed around the room, and as Tristan’s thrusts grew more determined, the pressure in my balls increased to an almost unbearable ache.
As if knowing what I needed, Tristan shifted so he could move his hand between us. Wrapping it around my shaft, he jerked my length in time with his thrusts, the pleasure he was creating consuming me and making my hips buck.
“Come with me, baby,”Tristan panted, kissing my lips as his pace quickened again.
Helpless but to do as he instructed, my orgasm crashed into me like a wrecking ball, come shooting from my tip and coatingboth our stomachs. Tristan’s eyes closed, and with one more thrust, his body stilled as warm liquid filled my ass.
His body jerked several times, releasing every drop of come he had. When his eyes opened again, they met mine, and a feeling I’d never felt before cascaded through me like a comforting wave.
A lump formed in my throat as an avalanche of emotions hit me, and tears pricked my eyes. In a bid to stop Tristan from seeing them, I pulled him into my arms. He came easily, his cock slipping out of me as he nuzzled his cheek against my chest, lying on top of me.
I held him likethatuntil I got my emotions under control, and the entire time, Tristan lay still, rubbing soothing circles with his finger over my heated skin.
When I kissed the top of his head, he shifted to look up at me, giving me a lazy smile.“You okay?”I nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak. Reaching up to cup my cheek, he added,“Talk to me, baby. How do you feel?”
Like I love you.
The words balanced on my tongue, but I swallowed them down as fear crawled up my throatthathe wouldn’t say it back. Instead, I lifted his hand and kissed the back of it.“Thank you, Bug.”
He blinked at me, his brows furrowing.“For what?”
I kissed his hand again.“For everything.”
Tristan
Iwas insomuch fucking trouble.
Every promise I’d made to myself about not being with a guy who wasn’t prepared to be all in with me hadn’tjustbeen broken. They’d been shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.
The worst part? I didn’t have any regrets.
My hands ached with the need to touch Ben as he slept. Last night had been a million times better than anything I could have imagined, and it wasn’t simply because we’d had sex. Something deeper developed between us, a connection I’d never had with anyone before, and I couldn’t help the pang of hopethathad sparked within me, taking root, and telling methatmaybe,justmaybe,this wouldn’t end up with me getting my heart broken.
Ben shifted next to me in the bed, his eyes cracking open.“You were right. It is creepy when someone watches you sleep.”
I chuckled, finally allowing myself to stroke my thumb over his cheek.“Guilty as charged. At least I have the balls to admit I was watching you sleep.”His snort turned into a grimace when he stretched, and worry coursed through me.“How do you feel?”
His head lolled to the side so he could look at me.“I won’t lie. I ache a bit.”
Unable to resist the magnetic pull to his lips, I placed a chaste kiss on them.“It’ll ease.”
Ben stretched again before suddenly bolting upright as if he’d onlyjustrealizedthatdaylight was streaming into his bedroom.“What time is it?”Not giving me a chance to answer, he twisted, grabbing his phone off the table.“Fuck! It’s 11 am! I’m late for work! Why didn’t my alarm go off?”
He leaped out of bed as if someone had fired a rocket up his ass before frantically gathering up his clothes. I chuckled, pulling myself into a sitting position.“Dude, chill. I turned your alarm off.”
He spun to face me, his features twisting into outrage.“What the hell, Tristan! Why did you dothat?”
I raised my hands, trying to placate him.“Don’t be mad. But I told my dad you wouldn’t be in today.”He opened his mouth to no doubt berate me, but I cut him off.“Don’t worry, I told himyou’d told me to pass the message on. And I did it because I want to take you somewhere.”
