Page 136 of My Unfinished Heart

“I plan to. Someone’s been doing his mountain climbers.” His hand drifts lower.

I kiss him. “Get yourself ready. I wanna watch.”

His teeth dig into my lower lip as I pull away, like he doesn’t want to let them go. He’s reaching for the lube which is never far. Today it’s between our pillows.

I force myself to let go of him and sit back on my heels. Tristan squirts lube on his cock, then his fingers. He offers the bottle to me, and I take some for my own dick.

We grip ourselves at the same time, but he gathers his balls up to reveal his hole. The slick fingers of his other hand tease a few circles around the snug rim.

I stroke myself slowly, my gaze taking in every inch of him. His cheeks are flushed hot, and he’s staring up at me. He loves this, I think, making a show of himself, and he’s makes such a pretty show. There’s a certain vanity he possesses, which he hasn’t been able to hide since he’s been staying here.

He knows his angles. He knows how to find his light and the exact right way to smile. His body is always impeccable. He spends a significant amount of time in the bathroom getting ready in the morning, and unless he’s just rolling out of bed, I rarely see him looking anything less than polished until I see him like this. Legs splayed wide. Hair indecently mussed by my hand and the pillow. A mostly unguarded expression on his face despite how hard he’s trying to look sexy.

He always looks sexy, though. I have no notes. However, if I were to take a picture of him now with his fingers in his hole and his forehead drawn in pleasure and want, he would have a dozen critiques.

It’s working for me, though. Precum bursts suddenly from my tip, and I go lighter on my grip.

“I like it better when you do it,” he says, stuffing in a third finger. He winces and grunts, trying to make me feel bad for him, I guess, but I don’t because he looks so good. “You should get a cock ring.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It would look hot, and you could fuck me for hours.”

“I can fuck you for hours without one, too.”

“But what if you really tortured yourself. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

I grin, ready to get the torture going. I grab his working wrist and lean in, sucking his fingers into my mouth. His eyes widen in shock, but then he closes them on a moan. His hips give another roll, tempting me toward them.

I savor the taste of him on my tongue while looking him in the eyes, letting him see how fucking feral he makes me.

“Stop raising the bar, Archer. I won’t be able to keep up.”

I smile and tap my fingertips against his glistening hole. I rise to my knees, supporting myself on my other arm as I hold myself over him. He engulfs my fingers with a greedy push of his hips. “I think you have that backwards. I wish you could feel what you do to me.”

“Make me feel it,” he breathes, a hand sliding behind my neck so he can leverage himself up to press his mouth to mine.

It means a lot to me that Tristan never makes me say anything he knows I’m not ready to say. Helen certainly got me thinking, but after watching my relationship with my brother swirl down the drain in real time, I’m not convinced I don’t still have some major deficits in the love department. I don’t know if I’m capable of making Tristan feel loved, or even as out of his mind with wanting as I am, but I can make him feel necessary because he is.

Adjusting my cock at his hole, I enter him slowly, my thick crown popping through his rim and stretching him until he squirms and pants. His nails dig into the nape of my neck as he grinds his jaw. His chest heaves.

“Fucking…Christ.”

“Does it burn, angel?”

He inhales deeply through his nose and nods, a small whimper escaping him as I move incrementally, torturing him with my fat cockhead—his words, not mine. His hole is fucking tiny, and everything about his ass is tight muscle. I think his vanity demands it because he does a lot of glute work in the gym. He likes compliments on it, too.

“You’ve been working out for me.”

“A hundred squats while you were at HEB.”

“That’s my boy.”

“Mmph. How are you so fucking hot?”

“Eye of the beholder. Also, I have this seriously sexy boyfriend who ignores all my red flags.”

“Oh fuck…” He can’t help himself anymore and shifts his body to take my cock whole. “What red flags?”