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After a long moment of torturing both of us with how slow this is moving, I take my finger out and stand. “Come on,” I tell him. “Let’s step out so I can get you ready.”
I offer him a towel after I shut the shower and the jets off, then dry myself before taking his hands and leading him back out to my bed. I take my phone which I’d left on the counter, though. He clearly noticed, so I explain with a wince. “I have to have my phone with me all the time, especially because Iris is out,” I say, hoping the reminder that I’m a single father doesn’t turn him off. It’s happened before, but this is something I’ll never budge on, so it’s better to lay it all out now.
“I understand, Harrison,” he says and squeezes my hand.
“If any of our security guys call me at night it’s because shit’s hit the fan, so it always sounds very loudly, I’m sorry in advance if that happens tonight because it’s startling.”
“Let’s hope nothing happens tonight, then.”
“Yes.” I smile at him relieved, and he gives me a slight, tender one in return. “Now, on the bed, Tris, all fours.”
A tension visibly leaves him, just like before. I take the lube out of my nightstand and go back to the foot of the bed to kneel behind him once more.
I dribble some lube over his hole and some on my fingers, one finger slides in easily, and Tristan arches his back when I circle it around, “Yes, please, Harrison. More, I can take more.” My palm clenches on his ass again, and I pump the digit faster until I connect my middle finger too, and give him what we both want. I caress, soothe, and kiss every part of him I can reach. I smile every time he pleads with me to go faster, but I don’t rush.
When I’m finally up to three fingers, we’re both panting, and I’m way past ready to get inside him. I just need one more thing.
“On your back,” I say as I slide my fingers out and kiss the middle of his back.
“Fucking finally.” He sounds like he’s run a marathon as he flops on his back and immediately draws up his knees.
“And there it is, an angel in my bed.” I trail my hands up his shins and crawl closer to him. Taking both his legs from the back of his knees, I lift them a bit. “Keep them there, baby. You can rest your feet on my shoulders if you want but keep your knees apart.” He does as I say, and taking my cock in my hand, I spread some more lube over it and on his hole. I don’t want him to feel even a twinge.
“Oh, God, Harrison,” he says exasperated, “Now, now, now. Please, just fuck me alre—” I slide half my erection into him in one go. My breath stalls and he lets out a long, drawn-out groan. “Yessss,” he hisses.
I take his hips and start pumping in and out, going deeper with every thrust. Once I’m fully inside him, his heat enveloping me so fucking tightly, I bend down and rest my weight on my forearms beside his head. I kiss him hard, then start fucking him harder.
Our bodies shift on the bed from the force of my thrusts, and I don’t give him a second to think as I grab a fistful of his wet curls then start dragging my tongue down his throat. Tristan keeps moaning, not capable of saying anything anymore, I shift my knees to change my angle, and after a few tries, I know I’ve hit his prostate when he flat out screams something resembling a ‘yes’, ‘more’, then he starts begging and fuck, I really like it when he begs.
“You ready to come now, Tris?”
“YES!” he screams, lost in the pleasure, his green eyes shift to me. “Please,” he says once more, and I can’t deny us any longer. I kneel up, take his leaking cock and start stroking him hard and fast. I need him to come, too. I need to feel him clamp around me and squeeze the come out of me.
“Now, baby,” I urge him. “Come for me now.” Two more pumps and he erupts, come spilling on my fist, his ass clenching me so tightly I shout in surprise at the force. The wave of my orgasm crashes through me a second later.
I ride it out thrusting into him slower and slower.
I fall on top of him and catch myself with my palms before I crush him. I feel my come start seeping out of him as my cock deflates and curse myself for not grabbing my towel. I see his right next to the bed, so I bend down to kiss a panting Tristan softly, then slowly slip out.
After I clean both of us up, I lay down next to him in the middle of the bed and run my fingers through his now wild curls. He really looks like an angel like this. Disheveled, peaceful expression on his face. I kiss his cheek and he opens his eyes.
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he asks, and I detect a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I rest my head on my hand and try to set him at ease. “It was fucking mind-blowing for me,” I shrug.
“Good.” He smiles and it’s a genuine one for the first time. It’s a good thing he doesn’t parade that weapon of mass destruction around because wars would be fought over it.
“Damn,” I say, awed. “No wonder you don’t smile much, if you did, you’d be batting people away all day.”
“What?” he looks confused and… guarded.
“Your smile, Tris, it’s breathtaking.”
“Oh.” He blushes, goddamn.
“And you’re cute as fuck.” I kiss one warm cheek and when I lean back, I see a more subdued but no less awe-worthy smile.
I stay silent for a long moment, taking in the feel of him and just enjoying seeing him in my bed like I’ve been imagining all day. He keeps his gaze on the ceiling. After taking a deep breath, he leans up and starts to move to stand. I wrap an arm around his torso before he can move another inch.
