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Dropping to his forearms so we’re chest to chest, Tripp pistons his hips in long, languid strokes, hitting all my pleasure points with each thrust. Sweat pools between us as we rock into each other, the sound of our labored breathing echoing in the room around us.
My hole flexes and contracts as Tripp brushes over my prostate, causing him to groan. “Holy fuck, big guy. Your ass is heaven. I’m not gonna last.”
Gripping him tighter, I help him spear in and out of my channel, increasing our pace as we charge toward the finish. Suddenly we’re face-to-face, breathing each other’s air as we grunt with the effort to get deeper, closer, more.
And then time stops. The tension in my balls explodes through my tip, drenching us both in my cum as I clamp down on the cock pulsing inside me. Mouths hovering above each other, frozen in a silent scream, wave after wave of tremors wrack through us as our hips buck through our release. Trapped between us, my dick twitches and spurts as we rock against each other, wringing out every last quiver of our orgasm.
Warm liquid gushes out of my hole as Tripp’s mouth rests against mine. Not kissing just, breathing, which is more intimate and somehow not at the same time. Then he lifts his chest off mine with shaky arms and gives me a lazy grin. “I’m not gonna have to fight you for the bottom now, am I?”
I know that’s supposed to be an offhand comment, nothing to read into. But I read into it anyway, clinging to the hope that it means there’s more of this… of us in our future. “I know how to take turns.”
“Good to know.” He winks as he pulls out and offers me a hand to sit up. “Want me to make sure you don’t get lost in your shower?”
That’s an olive branch, I think. Offering to help under the guise I need it instead of admitting he likes to shower with me. And since tonight was a big step for both of us, I won’t press for more. But one day soon I will—I don’t want to live in limbo now that I know who I am and what I want—and hopefully he’ll be ready to take that step with me.
“Right behind you.” I let him pull me up.
Chapter 20 - Tripp
“I didn’t know you were going blond again,” Noah says when I get home—home?
“Green tips are too difficult to maintain. They start to fade pretty quickly, and the boss man doesn’t like me taking an extended lunch every week to get my hair colored, which is really a shame because I wouldn’t mind trying a dark blue next.”
Noah’s eyes dart to mine, telling me he knows exactly where the blue idea came from, just like I intended. “I didn’t realize it was that labor intensive to have colored hair.”
“Depends on the color.” I point to my freshly bleached hair.
“So, I have a question for you,” he says as he takes two of his chef’s premade meals out of the oven.
“You know you don’t have to ask to bottom, right? You can just tell me that’s what you’re in the mood for.” I palm his delectable ass and give it a nice squeeze since I’ve become well-acquainted with it over the last week. Even though we agreed to take turns, he’s still working up to the point where he can take me without a lot of prep, and I am happy to oblige.
“Noted.” He smirks. “But that’s not what I was going to ask.”
“Okay, what’s up?” I snatch a piece of broccoli off one of the plates and pop it in my mouth. Still can’t believe I actually like the green stuff his chef makes.
“My neighbors have this charity party every year—they invite the whole neighborhood—and it’s coming up this weekend. I thought maybe you could come with me?”
The muscles in my body grow instantly heavy, like they’ve turned to concrete, making it hard to move let alone speak. “You want me to go to a party with you?”
“Yeah.”
My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest. On the one hand…party! On the other, I’m not a stranger to these types of charity events, and they aren’t the type of thing you bring the guy you’re fucking to. “I feel like that’s a couple’s thing, not a fuck buddy thing.”
To my surprise that statement doesn’t seem to faze him. “You’ve been staying here for weeks taking care of me. Aren’t we past fuck buddies?”
“Okay… Maybe we’re friends with benefits.”
“I think it’s more than that.”
Oh shit. I knew I’d overstayed my welcome, but… Hot sex. On the daily. I guess that’s bound to happen when two spectacular cocks come out to play, but… Ugh, focus!
“Well, what would you call it? We’re not boyfriends,” I state plainly. “I don’t do that, and we still don’t even know if you’re gay or bi or what. You can’t be anything more than friends with benefits without knowing that.” I’m making this shit up as I go because I can’t handle thinking we’ve crossed into boyfriend land.
I knew I shouldn’t have fucked his hole.
I knew he was using that as a way to get me to stay, but I listened to my cock instead of my brain. Not that I can’t be talked into pretty much anything with the promise of sex, but deep down I suspected the offer to top him was his way of steering us towards something beyond just fucking, and I was too horny to care, dammit.
“I think maybe I’m demi.” Noah interrupts my internal rant.
