Page 26 of Puck Right Off

A shiver runs through him before he pulls out and thrusts once more, releasing deep inside me. His warm cum fills me, making me moan as I squeeze him, milking every drop from him.

With a groan, he falls against me, his lips against my neck. His heavy body is warm and comforting as our heavy breaths mix with the water spraying from the shower.

Tristan lifts his head, a small smile curling his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

CHAPTER 14

Jordyn

My eyes widen even as the pleasure builds inside me. “What?”

“Don’t talk. Just feel.” His lips crash against mine, preventing me from saying a word.

My heart pounds wildly from the physical sensations of being fucked by him after two orgasms and the connection we share. I know it’s wrong. Josh would flip out and throw me out on my ass. But I can’t stop these feelings that crash over me like waves.

Tristan pulls back slightly, a smile on his face as his thumb reverently strokes my face. “So fucking beautiful,” he grits out, thrusting wildly. My pussy constricts around him, squeezing like a vice. He shivers around me, and I know he’s about to come again.

“Give it to me, Tristan. Every drop.” My words are the trigger that detonates the bomb. He groans as he spills himself inside me. Watching him lose control of himself sends me over the edge. He reaches between us, rubbing my clit, as I convulse around him before I collapse in his arms.

The water flows over us as our breathing and heartrates gradually return to normal. Tristan holds me against him, peppering kisses over my neck until he sighs and lowers my feet to the floor. “We better wash up and get out of here. Your skin is like a prune, and mine is getting there.” He chuckles, his lips meeting mine.

I nod, kissing him a few more times as I trace the stubble on his chin with my fingers. “Yeah, we better.” Reluctantly, I reach for my body wash and mesh sponge.

A loud knock on the door startles me, nearly making me drop it. “Jordyn? Is that you in the shower?”

My wide eyes lock with Tristan. He nods, whispering, “Act normal.”

“Yeah, it’s me,” I yell.

“Have you seen Tristan?”

Wide-eyed, I stare at Tristan in horror, nearly losing my cool.Oh, shit. Does he suspect he’s in here with me?

Tristan and I share a look as I yell, “No. I’ve been in the shower. I didn’t know he came home.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll text him to see if he wants anything from the pizza shop.”

Tristan’s eyes widen as he points toward his sweatpants on the floor. I receive the message loud and clear. If Josh texts Tristan, it will beep, and Josh will hear it and know he’s in here with me.

I need to distract Josh.“Wait, what about me? I’m hungry. Why don’t you get my order and then text him?”

“Yeah, sure. What do you want?”

Tristan silently opens the shower door, grabs a towel, and wraps it around his waist before exiting. Fishing his phone from his sweatpants, he slides the button, turning the sound off.

Meanwhile, I’m rattling off my order, then changing it again to buy him time. When Tristan gives me a thumbs up, I say, “A ham & cheese sub. That’s what I want.”

“Sheesh. Okay. Is that your final answer?”

“Yes.”

Josh laughs. “Okay. I’m gonna go text Tristan now.”

I exhale as his footsteps retreat. I shut the water off, and Tristan hands me a towel and extends his hand to help me out before he dries off.

“How are you gonna get out of here without him seeing?” I hiss, panicked.

“Don’t worry.” He hurriedly steps into his boxers and sweatpants. “I have a plan.” He quickly kisses me, muttering, “Stop worrying,” before he opens the bathroom door, peeks out, and slips out, silently closing it behind him.

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