I close my eyes to heighten the feeling of him fucking me. His thrusts are deep, and the pace is already building me to another orgasm. I scratch my nails down his back as my breaths start to come quicker.
Tristan lets out a deep groan. "I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the feeling of your pussy squeezing me," he whispers as he slides his tongue in my mouth. I moan when I feel his dick pulse with his desperation.
Suddenly, Tristan flips us until I'm on top, straddling his hips. I brace my hands on his chest and blink at him, momentarily startled at the sudden change in position. But when I look down and see his eyes blazing with hunger, I immediately sigh and circle my hips. He digs his fingers into my thighs with a hiss.
I rise up on my knees before slowly dropping back down, relishing the feel of his hard length inside me. I repeat the motion and moan when he's once again buried deep. Leaning my weight further forward into my hands braced on his chest, I increase the pace of my hips.
Tristan starts to drive into me, meeting each one of my motions with a thrust of his own. A whimper slips from my lips as I feel another orgasm start to build. Desperate for the release, I reach between my legs to touch myself.
"That’s right, come for me," Tristan growls. “Let go. I wanna feel you come on my cock.” I moan and close my eyes, feeling too overwhelmed to watch him as he watches me. And when his dick hits the perfect spot inside me at the same time that my nail slides across my clit, the fireworks explode in my body.
I drop my head back with a gasp. The orgasm rolls through me, every muscle clenching and every nerve tingling.
I shudder when the sensations eventually abate. Just as my eyes finally open, Tristan sits up and weaves his fingers into my hair at the nape of my neck. He presses a hungry kiss to my lips. “You are the sexiest little thing when you come,” he growls against my mouth.
I wrap my arms around his neck, relishing the feel of our sweaty skin pressed together, and moan as he slides his tongue across mine. I love that I can feel how turned on he is through just a kiss.
Before I get a chance to start riding him, he flips us so that I'm on my back again. He doesn't break the kiss as he starts thrusting into me.
I whimper at the overwhelming sensations and desperately grab at his arms. Between his soul-melting kiss and the feel of his pelvis hitting my overly sensitive clit, I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams. I've never been fucked like this and I don't know how to handle it.
"Tristan," I gasp. "It's—it’s too much, I—I don't think I can do it aga—ohmy god." I moan as my back arches and my eyes roll back. He knows exactly which spot to drive into to ignite a fire in my body.
"Fuck that," he growls as he straightens. He's kneeling over me when he lifts one of my legs up on his shoulder and presses the other thigh flat against the bed. His pace never falters but the intensity of his thrusts increase with the new position. I gasp at how much deeper he feels.
"Come on, baby," he groans. "Give me one more." He lifts my hips a fraction higher to drive even deeper, even harder. With the hand not flattening my thigh, he reaches up to pinch my nipple—hard.
I scream his name, yet another orgasm tearing through me.
My body tenses, light exploding behind my closed eyelids. I barely register the jerk of his hips as I struggle to keep any control over the convulsions racking my body. I don't know how many times I moan his name before I feel my soul settle back in my body. Slowly, still in a daze, I blink my eyes open.
Tristan has thrown my leg off his shoulder and collapsed against me. His fingers lazily trail through my hair as he breathes deeply against my neck. He's struggling to catch his breath.
I revel in the closeness for a moment while we both recover from our orgasms. I wrap my arms around his body and lightly run my nails up and down his back.
Eventually, he groans and raises himself up to lean on a forearm. He looks down at me with clear, assessing eyes. "You're so much fun," he says with a grin.
I roll my eyes, trying to hide my smile, and lightly shove him off of me. But before I can do anything other than sit up, he grabs my arm and pulls me back on top of him.
"Sleep here," he mutters, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I pull back in surprise. He wants me to sleep with him?Since when is that part of the Tristan FWB experience?
Noticing my shock, he rolls his eyes and tries to make light of the situation. "I know Jax's bed is uncomfortable as fuck. I have no idea how he sleeps on that thing."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Why do you know what Jax's bed is like?" I ask, trying to contain the smile that wants so much to break free.
He growls at my implication and rolls over top of me. He grips my hip and nips at my jaw. "Don't make me prove to you just how straight I am. Again."
I giggle as I try to swat him away. He sighs and lies back, tugging me into his side and wrapping an arm around me. He pulls a blanket up to cover us. I rest my head on his chest and after a few moments, tentatively reach forward to trace the lines of his abs.
When I threaten to follow the lines of the V under the blanket, he shivers and interlocks his fingers with mine.
The silence between us is a comfortable one. He turns my hand to study the lines of my fingers, the callouses on my palm, the tattoo on my wrist.
"Does this mean anything?" he asks, gesturing to the tiny elephant inked into my skin.
"I got it in Thailand," I smile, remembering that day fondly. It’s by far my favorite tattoo. "I got it to commemorate my trip. They did it by hand with a bamboo stick."