Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I said, nodding once. My heart twisted for a moment. “I know you love me, Tris, but if you’re not physically attracted…”
“I am,” he said, and he sounded totally sure of it. “I didn’t know what it was at first, because I haven’t felt it for anyone else. But I’ve been having dreams about us doing things.”
“You have?”
“And I’ve been waking up and making myself come,” he said. “The hardest I’ve ever—"
“Fuck, Tris,” I moaned, my cock throbbing.
He made a sound that was something close to a growl, and then a moment later, his fingers laced into my hair as he pushed my head upward, looking straight into my eyes. “Then I wonder if this was something I craved all along, but I was just too damn scared to ever do it. And now I’m running out of time to—"
He pressed his mouth to mine again, still so hungry, his tongue sliding out as if he were begging for more. His hips lurched forward between us and his hard cock pressed up against my own, making me absolutely fucking crazy in the best way I’d ever felt.
A slow thrill rippled through me.
Craved all along? Had he really? It couldn’t be.
“If you craved it,” I said, nibbling his lower lip a little, “why not act on it? Tris, I would have done anything with you—god damn, do I mean anything—”
“Blue,” he said, letting out a small, breathy sigh as he leaned back again, smoothing my hair with his hand. “When you dated guys, you always dated people with their shit together. The doctor. The lawyer. That guy who owned about six different businesses.”
“So what?”
“So, you’re picky,” Tris said. “Picky as hell, and with good reason, because you deserve the best fucking guy on the planet. I saw how you talked about the idiots on dating apps who just want one crazy night with a gay guy instead of something serious.”
I sighed. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all,” I protested.
“Okay, sure, but it definitely wasn’t what you were looking for,” Tristan said.
His eyes danced back and forth between mine, a crazed look on his face. “I’m thirty years old, and I only just started to feel like my life made any sense. I barely had confidence in myself until the last few years. Doing any of this with you just didn’t feel like an option.”
My head was spinning. “You know you can tell me anything, though.”
“I didn’t even know I was curious until the last couple of months,” Tristan said. “Well, didn’t know I was… this curious. But I don’t want to drag you into something weird and complicated and—”
“Tristan Wood,” I said. “You could drag me absolutely fucking anywhere, and I’d be there with a smile on my face.”
The look in his eyes was everything I needed. I wanted to stay in this moment forever with him.
He licked his lips. “Can I try something?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but yes, you can try anything, with me.”
He slowly ran his palms down my chest and to my stomach, and then, in one smooth motion, pushed me backward so that I was lying down on the bed, now, and he was over me.
“Oh God, Tris—”
It all happened so fast. He was looking at my cock one moment, with reverie and pure craving in his eyes. And the next, he was dropping lower, and then his lips were pressed against the tip, kissing me there, his mouth getting slicked with my precum.
And holy fuck, Tristan—my Tristan—was going to suck my cock.
It was one thing to hear him say all sorts of dreamy, filthy things to me. But to actually have him right there between my legs was something completely different.
Like every fantasy I’d ever told myself I couldn’t have.
I tried to hold back. I tried with all of the power I had left within me. But it was no use when he finally took my tip past his pursed lips and the warm wetness of his mouth and tongue slid down my cock.
I loved him so fucking much.
“Fuck, Tris, I’m so sorry, I’m not going to be able to hold—"
All at once I felt the wave cresting inside me and I knew there was no use holding back. The rush of my orgasm crashed over me, and the sheer unbelievability of Tristan’s mouth on my cock was apparently too much for me to handle. I came on his tongue as he let out a little sound of surprise. I held the sides of his head as he swallowed around me.
“God damn,” I cursed. “I’m sorry, I was way too fucking turned on—”
“I can’t believe I just did that,” he said, looking up at me with a devilish, deeply satisfied smile on his face. “I can’t believe it. That was so hot, Blue, don’t you even apologize for a second.”