Page 37 of Coffee Shop Cupid
He nodded again, and I made sure my hand was well-lubed as one finger became two. He winced at first, but quickly relaxed and was soon moaning into the pillow as I scissored him open. He groaned and thrust back against my hand when I added the third finger, then I curled them, looking for that spot inside him.
“Fuck!” he cried as I found it. “Fuck, oh fuck.”
“Good?” I asked, rubbing it as he rocked against my hand.
“God, is this what it feels like for you?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck.”
“Want more?” I asked, wondering if I could really do this.
“Yes, please,” he replied as I pulled my hand free.
I drizzled enough lube on my cock that I was sure it would be too much, but I wasn’t going to hurt him. Then I lined myself up and pushed in.
“Tristan,” he growled as I eased my cock into him. “Fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I gasped.
“No,” he growled, lust filling his tone. “I need you to fuck me.”
I took a deep breath and continued to push in slowly, feeling him open around me. Then our hips met as I bottomed out.
I held his thighs, giving myself a moment to adjust. Finally I started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster as I found a rhythm.
“Tristan,” Chase cried as I changed my angle and started hitting his sweet spot with each thrust. “So good.”
It was. It was incredible, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
“Close,” I gasped between thrusts.
Chase shifted below me, and I saw him grab his cock, jerking it to the same pace as my thrusts.
He came almost immediately, and the feeling of his pleasure around my cock was all it took to send me over the edge as well.
“Chase!” I cried, whatever was left after my first orgasm emptying into him.
He kept coming around me for what felt like an eternity. Then he collapsed onto the bed.
I pulled out and flopped beside him.
“That… was incredible,” he said as he turned to tug me against him.
“Mm-hmm,” I agreed, before something hard pressed against my leg. I was confused at first, until I looked down and saw his hard cock, knot thick from where it would normally lock into his mate.
I reached out and dragged my finger along it, hypnotized by the sight.
Chase hissed and pulled my hand back. “Sorry. It’s kinda sensitive like this. It’s not meant to be exposed when my knot pops.”
“Sorry,” I replied.
He shifted and kissed me. “It’s ok. Besides, it’s a sign that you made me feel incredible.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “And it’ll only get better from here, assuming you liked it too.”
