Page 18 of You Saved Me

“How about this? I can give you suggestions, and you can tell me what you want.”

I nodded. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he wanted.

“We can jerk each other off.” I nodded. “Suck each other off.” I nodded again. “Some light anal play?” I sucked in a breath, and my dick—my overactive dick—grew in my pants faster than I’d ever experienced. Guess I knew what I wanted on that front. “We can add some things in between. Go with the flow. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with what’s going on. And I want to make sure you know you can tell me if you don’t like something. I’m not trying to push you. I’m trying to open your eyes to new experiences. So if something doesn’t feel good or things are happening too fast, tell me. Your consent and pleasure are important to me.”

“I will. I know we’ve just started conversing in friendly tones tonight, but I trust you.”

“Why?” I was starting to realize that Tristan liked answers. He said he didn’t like being confused, so I should expect him to ask me to clarify anything he didn’t understand.

“Mainly because of the way you talk. You’re open. You say what you want. And don’t apologize for it. I feel like you say what you mean, so if I told you I’m not comfortable, you’d respect it. It’s not just a line you use to get in someone’s pants. And…” I paused, wondering how much I should say. I decided to push through, having the open dialogue like Dr. Greyson said. “When I was having a nightmare, even when you didn’t like me, you wanted to help. You didn’t want me to struggle. That’s more than most people would do for someone they weren’t too fond of. So, yeah, I trust you.”

His eyes softened, but he didn’t say anything about the nightmare. I could tell he wanted to ask, but he didn’t. He gave me my space.

“Well, you can trust me. I won’t hurt you,” he told me, stretching out on the couch. “I know what it’s like to be new to everything. I won’t take advantage of your innocence.”

“So does this mean we can be friends now? Or that you don’t hate me, at least?”

Tristan glanced over at me. “I never hated you, Lucas. Just disliked. But sure, we can be friends.”

“May I kiss you?” I asked abruptly. The need to feel his lips on mine was overwhelming, but I didn’t want to maul him like I did the first time. I wasn’t that person. I didn’t want to force anything on him. I wanted to show him the same respect he would show me.

Tristan’s lips twitched like he was suppressing a smile at my eagerness. “Yes, you may.”

I got up from the couch where I was sitting and walked over to him. Instead of blanketing his body with mine like I wanted to, I kneeled on the floor and brought my mouth down to his. God, the feel of his lips. They were pillow soft, trembling slightly under mine. I nipped his bottom lip and whispered, “Open for me.” He did, and I sank my tongue into his mouth. Tristan grabbed the back of my neck, sending bolts of pleasure down my body as he pulled me closer. As much as I wanted to deepen the kiss, I knew I would end up getting carried away. Even though we weren’t going to be serious, I wanted to take this slow. I didn’t want to rush anything about this experience. I wanted to remember everything and not do anything in a lust-fueled haze. I broke the kiss but pressed one more light kiss to his lips. He whimpered, trying to pull me back to him, and I chuckled and ran my thumb over his lower lip, then kissed where my thumb was.

“Good night, Tristan.” I stood up and headed to my room, trying to adjust my hard-on the whole way.

Chapter10

Tristan

Open for me.

The rumble of his voice and his whispered command lingered on my mind for days after that kiss. My lips still tingled when I remembered how he fit his lips over mine. And it felt natural like he was meant to kiss me and only me. I shook that thought off. This was only physical. Nothing more, even if his kisses did make me feel like I was burning alive.

A few days later, I woke up at eight thirty, wanting to go for a run. I hadn’t been running since the day before I made my Early Morning Special and caught Lucas looking at my ass. I couldn’t help the blush that climbed up my cheeks. It was still weird and an extreme turn-on to know that he watched me from the kitchen door, ensnared by me.

Lucas and I were getting to know each other, and it was mostly superficial stuff. He touched on the time he spent in the Army, and I told him about my college days. We shared more earth-shattering kisses that left me breathless. His lips were intoxicating.

Jogging down the stairs, phone and AirPods in hand, I opened the door and ran into a wall of muscle.

“Whoa.” Lucas reached out to steady me. “Where you goin’ so early?”

“For a run. What are you doing out?” My voice sounded breathy to my ears. Completely unintentional.

“I just took a walk down the driveway to get a bit of fresh air. Can I come with you?”

“Sure. I’m running to the lake.”

“To the lake? That’s like three miles.”

“Yeah, it is. I’ve been running it off and on since I got here.”

He looked at me skeptically. “You’re telling me you run six miles. All the time?”

I laughed at the incredulity in his voice. “Not all the time. And I don’t turn around and run back immediately. I like to sit at the lake for a while. An hour or so. And just be. I have a lot to unpack about my life, and it calms me.” I was rambling. I wanted to share with him what I was doing. But why did I want to share what I was doing? He didn’t need to know my reasons for going there.

“I’ve been out there a few times myself. But I drive. I don’t know if I could run there and back. I’m a lifter. I can give you two miles, and then I’m done. The Army said two miles, so I stick to that.”

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