Page 47 of Furious
Jax gave him another nod as his stomach fluttered in anticipation, his spent cock not going fully soft. Relaxing, he watched as Tristan reached into the side table and took out a bottle of lube.
“Just so you know,” Jax’s legs were slightly bent at the knees, and he spread them as much as he could. “I stretched myself in the shower with the largest toy I had, but you have to stretch me even more.”
Tristan stopped as if he’d short-circuited, and his flushed cock dripped on the bed. “I was going to ask you what you were comfortable with.”
“I’m comfortable with you inside me. I didn’t do all that work for nothing,” Jax barked out a laugh.
Tristan gave him a slightly feral grin. “Good to know.”
Snapping into motion, Tristan settled between Jax’s spread legs, rubbing a hand over his dick, which sprang to attention. Turning his head, Tristannibbled on the inside of Jax’s thighs, and contentment filled Jax as Tristan brushed his beard against the tender skin, exploring more.
This wasn’t just sex, or a hookup; this was straight-up lovemaking, and just as Tristan would never be able to go back to regular food, after this treatment, Jax would be disappointed in all other men.
Licking a path to Jax’s cock, Tristan held up the shaft, angling it before sweeping down and swallowing it whole.
“Tristan!”Despite his back issues, Jax involuntarily curled an inch or two before stopping and falling back on the mattress.
And he had to fight to hold himself down because Tristan knew what he was doing. Although he’d started fast, Tristan slowly sucked as he rose, his tongue dancing all around, circling the head and laving Jax’s piercing before dropping back down again, the soft hair of his beard tickling Jax’s balls.
Alternating between gasps and moans, Jax sank his hands in Tristan’s hair, holding on. And Tristan did the same, clinging to Jax’s leg like he couldn’t get close enough.
“Y-You’re too good at that,” Jax muttered as Tristan stopped his torturous rises and falls, and moved on to Jax’s balls, kissing and tugging them in exactly the right way.
Jax’s cries only seemed to fuel Tristan, because he placed a long kiss on Jax’s rim, exploring it with his fingers.
“Youarestretched.” His breath washed over Jax’s hole, teasing it, and Jax cursed, his legs trembling.
“But I needmore,” he rasped, putting all his need in there, and Tristan looked up, his pupils wide.
“Your wish is my command.” Opening the lube, Tristan slicked his fingers, and Jax let out a guttural moan at the thought of all of them inside him, the moan going up in pitch as Tristan spread more liquid over Jax’s entrance.
His back fired a warning shot, letting him know that he couldn’t bend his knees like that for long, not without support, and Tristan must’ve noticed, for he stopped and pulled away.
“Is it the position? You can put your legs over my shoulders if you want.”
Considering, Jax grinned almost sheepishly. “Can we try it?”
Crawling up Jax’s body but not pressing anywhere, Tristan gave Jax a quick peck. “We can do whatever you want. Your comfort is my top priority.”
Jax cupped the side of Tristan’s face, and they stared into each other’s eyes, their bond ten times stronger in the bedroom. For Jax, sex had always been a means to an end, something he’d needed to do to feel relaxed or happy. But this was an exploration, an adventure, and Tristan brought that kind of energy wherever he was.
Giving Jax another sweet kiss, Tristan slid back and resumed his position on his stomach, slinging Jax’s spent legs over his shoulders. The angle worked, and both of them hesitated, waiting for Jax’s back to give the okay.
“Yeah,” Jax said breathlessly, because Tristan was already licking along the vein that ran up Jax’s shaft, sucking here and there. But before Jax could react, a slick finger traced his rim, easily sliding in. “Tristaaan.”
Did he just whine? Tristan only had a finger in; Jax shouldn’t be in shambles already.
Tristan replied by sucking harder on the skin behind Jax’s balls, curling that finger.
“Fuck!” Jax shouted as Tristan massaged that perfect spot, instantly clamping a hand over his mouth so he didn’t tell the entire building about it.
“It’s okay. I want to hear you. You’re doing so well.” Had Tristan’s voice actually gottendeeper? Goosebumps rippled across Jax’s skin, and he dropped his hand, fisting the sheets as Tristan added a second finger and then a third, pushing against Jax’s walls.
“Mmm,I like it.” Jax wished he could move the way he wanted, undulate his hips, give back more, but he knew that Tristan understood, because whenever their eyes met, Tristan’s gaze was all heat.
Clenching around the invading fingers, Jax smirked as Tristan’s eyes flicked up again.
“Imagine what that will feel like around your dick?Ah!” He barely managed to get out the sentence before Tristan put in a fourth finger, stuffing him full.
