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)
The faint sound of crickets filled the air. I couldn’t fall asleep right away even though I was tipsy, hazy, and exhausted. My eyes adjusted to the ambient moonlight coming through the window, and in my half-sleepy state, I heard Tristan hum and come up closer to me under the sheets.
“I can’t sleep,” he murmured.
I turned over in bed and looked at him, so cozy under the blankets.
“I can’t either,” I whispered.
He groaned, watching me closely. There was just enough light in the room that I could tell he was looking me up and down, every inch of my exposed torso and abs, any part of my body that wasn’t under the blanket.
I suddenly felt very seen.
In a way that made my cock start to harden under the sheets, even though I desperately didn’t want it to.
“I really like kissing you,” Tristan finally said, his voice low and raspy.
I swallowed hard. My heart felt like it was going to pound right through my chest. “Kissing is nice,” I said, which sounded so fucking lame. But I couldn’t exactly put words together in any coherent way right now.
He let out a frustrated sigh. “You do so many fucking hot things, Blue” Tris said.
I paused for a beat. “Huh?”
He pushed his hair back with a palm. “Like that. The way you’re looking at me right now. Or the way you bite your bottom lip when you’re thinking about something too hard.”
I rolled my eyes and words started tumbling out of me before I could think. “You’re the one who’s always biting or sucking on your lower lip in that sort-of flirty, sexy way—”
“Then come over here and let me bite yours, instead,” Tristan said, his voice steady and confident.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
My cock went from almost-there to rock hard in about three seconds flat. A billion different emotions jolted through me at once: excitement, nervousness, disbelief, shock. But above all of them, all I could feel was so goddamn turned on it hurt.
I propped myself up on one elbow in the bed, turning to look down at him below me. “If you’re joking around, or testing me, I don’t recommend it, Tris,” I said. “Because I will do it.”
“Then show me.”
Fire ripped through me. I shifted again toward him so that I was hovering over him in bed, and he also turned a little so he was facing up at me.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” I whispered.
“I think I do,” he said as he reached out, pulling my body in toward his and crushing his lips to mine. His skin was so warm and he felt so good, so fucking perfect, that I couldn’t stop myself from pushing him back onto the bed, pinning my hands around the sides of his body.
His mouth opened to mine immediately, a rush of wetness and warmth that made me groan uncontrollably against his lips. I slid over in bed so I was resting above him, and I let my tongue slide against his. His arms came out to wrap around my shoulders, keeping me glued close to his body.
At that point there was no hiding my hard cock from him. It was shoved up against his thigh, and I reached down to try to rearrange it so it wouldn’t poke into him.
Tris pulled in a breath, reaching down to clasp his palm over my hand.
He shook his head. “Don’t bother,” he said.
“Tris, I—”
“I’m into it, Blue,” he said firmly, looking me in the eyes. More molten heat surged through my body as I realized he really meant it. He wasn’t joking around, or doing some silly experiment, or just bored.
Tristan tossed off the sheets that were on top of us. His hand moved down again onto the tie of my sweatpants, reaching for it and gently tugging at it until it came loose. He shoved down on my waistband, struggling a little before getting impatient and tugging it the rest of the way as I kicked them off.
My cock was freed, and there was no secret to it anymore. I was very hard, and there was a bead of precum at the tip, all because of him.
Tris reached his hand out and slowly, gently ran his palm along the underside of my cock. He stopped at the precum, swirling his fingertip through it and then bringing it up to his lips.
“Oh God,” I said in a shuddering whisper as I watched him lick it up.
I was so hard it hurt. I reached down, completely involuntarily, squeezing my cock as if I was trying to keep it from exploding.
Tris was looking down at it, biting his lower lip.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be sorry,” he told me quickly. “Touch yourself.”
“What?”
He nodded. “I want to watch you. And I want you to come, because I also desperately fucking need to.”