Page 51 of Furious
“Only for you.” He’d never been this way in bed, but Jax caused a hunger in him that couldn’t be sated. It was a need that came from Tristan’s soul, and it made him ferocious.
It made him want to devour Jax.
“Me too…” Jax’s dark and devious gaze told Tristan to add more tea-ramisu, so he did. Smearing the shaft, Tristan took it off in long licks, and Jax covered his mouth, cursing through his fingers.
As Tristan thoroughly cleaned Jax’s dick, his touch drifted, tracing the stretched rim below it. Jax twitched almost as if he were too tired to tremble anymore, and Tristan ground his cock into the mattress, wanting to go another round, but it would be too much to ask.
Jax dropped his hands to the bed.
“If you don’t fuck me again, then I’m only giving this date three stars.”
Stopping, Tristan looked up at Jax in shock, and Jax gave him a challenging look, his brow arched.
“Then I’d better get that rating up to ten!” Tristan exclaimed with a laugh, grabbing the lube. Trying not to shake in anticipation, he slicked his fingers and cock, and then gently checked Jax, who squirmed a little, letting out more of his delectable cries. For someone who claimed to be angry, Jax was downright sweet around Tristan, and beautifully vulnerable in bed.
“Lie on your side?” Tristan remembered that Jax had two comfortable positions, and since they’d tried the first one, it was only fair to test run the other.
It took a few seconds for Jax to understand, but when he did, he brightened, carefully turning. “Like this?”
“Yes. Perfect.” Tristan snuggled up behind Jax, spooning him, their size difference more balanced. Sliding his cock along the crease of Jax’s ass, Tristan pressed a bit. “Are you sure? I could come just from touching you.”
“You can’t say something like that and then not fuck me! What the hell, Tristan?” Jax snapped cutely, and Tristan grinned.
“How high can your leg go?” Reaching under Jax’s thigh, Tristan gently lifted the leg until there was a foot and a half between Jax’s knees. “Is this comfortable?”
“Yes, but not much higher.” Jax seemed hesitant, as if Tristan wouldn’t bow to his every whim right now.
“It’s more than enough to work with,” Tristan promised, holding the leg still as he tilted his hips back, prodding Jax’s entrance with the tip of hiscock. This time, Tristan slid home easily, and he gritted his teeth while Jax let out a short cry that echoed through the room.
The hot squeeze of Jax’s ass had Tristan seeing double, and he pressed his nose into the top of Jax’s head, grounding himself in that minty scent. “You’re so tight.”
The tunnel clenched and Tristan jolted, barking out a soft laugh.
“Jax…” But Jax did it a few more times, and Tristan decided that turnabout was fair play. Pulling almost all the way out, he sank back in at a faster pace, starting a pattern of thrusts that had Jax falling apart within seconds.
At this angle, Tristan was able to go deeper than last time, and he could feel his cock hitting a place inside that made Jax choke. Sliding his free arm under Jax’s neck, Tristan clasped him across the collarbone, and Jax’s hands instantly locked onto Tristan’s forearm.
Bending his head, Tristan licked behind Jax’s ear and anything else he could reach. Even though he was inside Jax, it didn’t feel like enough. He wanted to merge with Jax, live in his skin, and have them become permanently one.
All coherent thought flew from Tristan’s mind as his orgasm approached like a freight train. Even though he tried every trick in the book to hold out, he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way Jax was squeezing him.
“Touch yourself.” It was a request, not an order, but Jax followed it nonetheless. Leaving the death grip on Tristan’s arm, his hand went south, grasping and pumping, and Tristan watched with avid interest.
It didn’t take long before Jax let out another cry, and the walls around Tristan’s cock began to pulse. Pressing back, Jax froze, squeezing Tristan as he came.
Tristan wanted to see the rest, but lost control, his vision going white as he soared like a bird. By the time he landed, he’d slipped out of Jax, who moaned and shifted.
“I think…” It came out garbled, and Jax cleared his throat, trying again. “I think four times is a record.”
Tristan rolled to the foot of the bed, getting up on shaky legs. They both needed a shower, but Jax’s eyelids were fluttering shut.
Getting several bottles of water, he dropped them off on the nightstand before quickly cleaning up in the adjoining bathroom. After pulling onsome pajama pants, Tristan attended to Jax, wiping him down gently. Although Jax was somewhere in post-sex dreamland, the permanent half-grin on his face had Tristan grinning too.
This had been the best date of his life. The best sex of his life. The best orgasm of his life. Leaving Eve had been the smartest thing he’d ever done, because he’d had the adventure of a lifetime, and now he’d found an amazing man.
Fingers brushed through his beard.
“Your aftercare made this eleven stars,” Jax rasped in a wrecked voice.
