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Tristan stopsme before we cross the door to my room. “Harrison, before we go in…” he trails off.
I cup his cheek, I don’t want to see that worried look on him. He’s done so much for me today. Taking care of Fuckface, protecting me from his asshole ex even if it meant putting his business at risk, just being here, not leaving me alone to deal with all of this, and more importantly, how he talked to Theo.
“What is it, baby?”
He gives me a quick kiss, “You need to feel like you’re in control again, don’t you?”
I frown in confusion, then it dawns on me. “I won’t do anything tonight, Tris. I’mnotin control. It was one thing on Friday, with Eian, but now,” I shake my head, “no. I can’t tonight.”
“But you want to, and it’s what you need.” He nods resolutely. “And it’s what I need. To give you this, to take everything you have to dish out. I want to be the one to make you feel even a little bit better.” He pulls me inside the room before I can object any more. “I’m going to shower, prep myself as much as I need to, and then you’re going to take me any way you want.” He turns to look at me once more at the foot of the bed. “Because I’m here foryou, Harrison.”
I swallow hard, then nod after I see the resolve in his eyes. I sit down on the bed once he disappears to the bathroom.
I—and this is insane onso manylevels—think Tristan is the one for me. I rub my chest unconsciously. How can he be so perfect otherwise?
How can he know me, trust me, believe in me so much in so little time?
It’s only been three days for fuck’s sake. How is it that I trusthim, not only with the most dangerous secret in my life, but withme, and with me in this state?
Normally I’d be locked in a room by myself, headphones on, ignoring the rest of the world in a situation like this.
And yeah, I’ve never been in this situation before, where I’ve hated myself so much, where I’ve questioned everything about myself, but there have been instances where I’ve felt out of control before.
Feeling like a failure is new, though.
Tristan comes out, and I realize I’ve completely lost track of time. He’s toweling off his hair and his cock stands proud already. That’s the perfect distraction from my over-the-top feelings. I start to get hard just from looking at him.
Standing a foot away from me, waiting formyinstructions after getting ready forme. It’s the best kind of power trip. This gorgeous, smart, successful manis mine.
“On the bed, baby. On your back, feet on the mattress, legs spread.”
He nods happily and follows my instructions without delay.
I stand and look at him as I undress. My angel, waiting and willing for me. I have no plans, but I do know I want to be close to him. Just skin to skin for hours.
Once I’ve shed every layer, I crawl until I’m on top of him, my hips snug between his thighs, and without any more fanfare, I simply kiss him. Soft and slow, I worship his mouth, lick his lips, and give him little bites. I roam my hands over his hair, down his ribs. I treasure every sigh, every moan he gifts me.
“Hold me, baby,” I command, and he does. He envelops me. His arms warm around my back, his hands softly caressing me from ass to shoulder. All the while I feel his erection against my belly, and my desperate dick leaks precome on the sheets.
When I finally thrust inside him, I do it without hurry, and the sigh of relief he lets out tells me all I need to know. I move my hips lazily, barely moving in and out, but he keeps holding me, kissing me. He lets me take him exactly like I want to.
“Please Harrison,” he moans when I don’t quicken my movements after what feels like eternity.
“No, baby. This is how I want you, how I need you. I’ll fuck you fast and hard tomorrow.” I kiss his soft cheek. “But not tonight.”
He whines and writhes beneath me even though I know he doesn’t want me to give him what he wants.
I could spend days like this if it was possible, hearing his soft sighs and whines, smelling our sweat mixed. I’ll try someday because this is pure heaven. Eventually, though, I can’t take my own need to come anymore. I fist Tristan’s erection and pump in time with my quickening thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes.” He arches his back right before he spills all over my hand. I follow him a moment later and stay inside him for a long time after. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and breathe deeply as he keeps holding me, squeezing my torso from time to time.
A few tears slip out, and he kisses my temple, shoulder, and neck when they do. We don’t talk at all when I clean both of us up, or when we fall asleep with me holding on to him as if my life depends on it. And it’s peaceful, not having to explain, not having to give excuses for my behavior. It feels like I’m safe.
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Tristan
