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“Wanna see for yourself?” He swipes his thumb over my slit and gives the crown of my shaft a firm squeeze.
Since I kind of know how this goes after last night, I don’t hesitate. “Yeah.”
Tripp lets go of my cock and stands between my legs, holding his hand up. “You have to undress me. My fingers are too slippery.”
With his groin even with my face, I can see the bulge straining for release, and mine jumps in response. Using surprisingly steady hands, I unfasten his pants and shove them down his hips. He steps out of them and straddles my lap, resting his weight on my thighs.
“Shirt too,” he instructs.
Once the excess fabric is out of the way, he scoots forward until our cocks are side by side. The firm skin rubbing against mine steals my breath, and I can do little more than gape as I look at our dicks pressed into one another from root to tip. It’s an image I never expected to see much less appreciate, though there’s no denying I enjoy it.
Tilting his hips, Tripp uses the slippery surface of my skin to glide his erection against mine. Every nerve along the way ignites like a firework, a series of tiny explosions that pop and fizz and render my senses useless as I revel in the obscene amount of pleasure this rigid friction brings.
Has it ever felt like this?
Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve been intimate with anyone, so my memories about what it was like in the past are fuzzy. What I can recall is having to really concentrate, to visualize what it should feel like rather than experience it, because the reality somehow fell short. And while I could force myself to finish, it never quite felt like the epic encounters I’ve heard my teammates describe. Hell, I’ve even seen some of Luca’s encounters, and mine definitely weren’t like that.
What’s happening right now though… I’m not conjuring some scenario as a means to an end. I’m not telling myself what it should feel like to revel in some false reality. I’m simply reacting to what’s happening. No imagination necessary. In fact, I doubt my imagination could top what I see with my own two eyes.
Tripp hovers above me, the peaks and valleys of his stomach rippling in a hypnotic rhythm as he pumps his hips. The muscles in his left shoulder are taught as he braces a hand on the back of the couch, and the muscles in his right contract while he works our shafts with feather-light strokes. Glazed green eyes track his movements, though they drift briefly to my face when he flicks his head to the side to clear away unruly strands of white-blond hair.
This—Tripp—might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
My breathing gets more labored with each slide of his solid length against mine. I don’t know if that’s from the sensation or the view. Maybe some combination of both. All I know is two swollen cocks rubbing together makes my heart race in a way I’ve only ever felt on the ice. Then Tripp contracts his fist, and my pulse finds another speed.
Tripp cants his hips as he strokes up and down our lengths. “Rub your dick against mine. Fuck my hand.”
Mirroring his movements, I punch into his grip, the lube making it impossibly easy to seek out the friction driving me wild.
Tight. Hot. Hard. As soon as I register a sensation it’s replaced with a different one, all of them swirling together to create a tornado of ecstasy that drives all rational thought from my brain. Who I like, what I like, what it means… The questions dissolve as the pressure in my balls becomes overwhelming, the need to come all consuming.
My pelvis bucks wildly, a frenzied attempt to spear my length into Tripp’s fist as if it’s the key to nirvana, which it just might be, considering I’ve never felt desire of this magnitude.
“Holy shit, big guy,” Tripp pants as he tightens his grip. “I can feel your cock twitching in my hand. You’re gonna blow like a fucking volcano. Let me see it.”
The heat of his palm, the constriction of his fingers, and the slippery slide of our joined dicks combine until all that's left is utter euphoria. A full-body spike of awareness seizes me, causing my limbs to freeze for just a second, long enough to warn me that I’ve got no control over what comes next. And then it’s gone, along with the ability to feel anything other than the pleasure coursing between my legs.
My head falls back against the couch as a guttural moan rumbles up my throat. Bliss radiates from my groin, up my spine and down my arms, igniting my body with a rush of energy reminiscent of the way lights suddenly and blindingly illuminate the area when flicked on. Fingers clenching the cushions, my dick quivers and quakes as spurts of cum erupt from my tip, joining Tripp’s and coating us both with more evidence that my body may not be broken after all.
When my orgasm seems to have run its course, Tripp releases me. “See what happens when you get out of your head.”
I open my eyes to his smug grin, and the five sticky fingers he’s waggling between us.
Oh my God. He did it. I came, and it was… Everything.
Too stunned to move or speak, I watch helplessly as Tripp grabs his shirt from the couch and wipes us both down before hopping off me. “Dibs on the first shower.” He winks and saunters toward the stairs, leaving me breathless and—for the first time ever—boneless.
So, this is what good sex feels like. I can finally see the appeal.
Chapter 10 - Tripp
Xander and I have been skating for nearly an hour by the time Luca, Justus and Noah show up, joining Niko on the pool deck to watch while they have a few beers. Usually, I don’t mind an audience—I’m a show-off by nature—but Noah’s eyes on me have my stomach doing flips. Its a feeling I enjoy–fuck, maybe even crave–but it's typically a result of gravity bringing me back to Earth after soaring over the rim of the pool, not because of Thor.
Last night might have been the hottest encounter of my life, the first night with him a close second, and neither of those progressed to the point where I had to wrap my dick. Or his.
I always thought the best orgasms required sex, and the fact that doesn’t seem to be true with him is fucking with my head. So the urge to do it again, to want more of him in every carnal way–more than I did a few days ago–that's not normal for me.
I’m no stranger to chemistry or sexual tension. I live for the chase, but once I get what I want, the desire fades… just not with Noah. Is that because we haven’t fucked? Have our little encounters served to tease me? It's possible. Maybe once we've gone all the way, the lust will fade. At least, I'm hoping it will.
