Until the World Stops - L.A. Witt Page 0,63

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“On second thought…” I hooked a hand in his front pocket and tugged him closer. “This is perfect.”

He looked down. Then he grinned. “Ooh, I like the way you think.”

“Figured you would.”

We were both shaky and clumsy, but between us, we managed to get his fly undone, and we both groaned as I took his hard cock between my lips.

“God, yeah,” he purred, rocking his hips to gently fuck my mouth. “Oh, yeah. You are so… Ungh, you are so good at that.”

I hummed around his cock and ran my tongue under the head, which made him shiver. If anyone looked now, they’d definitely know what was happening, and I hoped they did. I hoped the whole world saw me sucking him off like this.

How did I ever miss how hot you are?

Tristan swore softly. “Don’t stop,” he breathed. “You want me to come?”

I responded with a sound that hopefully conveyed “hell yes.” It must have, because his hips moved a little faster, and the rhythm of his breathing had turned into sharp, uneven gasps in between whispers of “oh fuck” and words I didn’t even understand.

With my free hand, I grabbed his ass cheek and gave it a firm squeeze, and he ground out a low, “Fuuuck.” His cock thickened between my lips, and his thrusts became as sharp and uneven as his breathing, and I licked and teased him as I pumped him with my hand, and he murmured, “I’m gonna come. Gonna… Gonna come,” a second before he grunted and came in my mouth with a groan that no one in the world but me could’ve heard.

I sat back as I swallowed. Tristan exhaled, and he looked so deliciously dazed, his skin flushed in the late afternoon sun. So. Gorgeous.

With shaky hands, he fixed his shorts, and then he dropped onto the log beside me. “You were right.”

“What about?”

He looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes and a lopsided grin. “Getting out of the house was a good idea.”

“Yeah, it was.” I returned the grin. “Think we should do it again sometime?”

“The sooner the better.”

“J2.”

“Miss.”

Tristan huffed with theatrical annoyance as he dug another white peg out of the tray. “Where are you hiding all your ships?”

I snickered. “That’s for you to figure out, isn’t it?” I looked over the scattered pegs I’d put on my own side of the Battleship game. “C4.”

“Miss.”

“Damn it. C4 always blows something up.”

Tristan laughed. “Uh-huh. Exactly why only a dumbass would put one of his ships over C4.”

I scowled.

He held my gaze, then grinned. “C4.”

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Hit.”

He pumped his fist. “Finally!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I put a red peg on my submarine. “D1.”

“Nope.”

“Damn it.” I put another white peg on the board, then took a swig of soda. “Now who’s hiding all his ships?”

He smirked over the top of the divider between our boards. “Uh, isn’t that kind of the object of the game?”

I made a dismissive gesture before mumbling into my drink, “Details.”

He chuckled. “C3.”

Grumbling under my breath, I put a second red peg into the submarine. “F9.”

His humor vanished. “Fucker.”

“Jesus, finally!”

We both laughed as we continued playing. With everything shut down, we’d had to get creative to pass the time. Screwing at every available opportunity was great, but there was only so much either of us could handle.

So, we’d started finding other ways to keep ourselves entertained. We’d Amazon Primed a few board games, including Battleship, which we could both play for hours. Though we had removed the batteries after two or three games; the whistle and boom of a falling bomb got annoying fast, and it also made both of us squirm uncomfortably thanks to our time in combat zones. An incoming missile or mortar didn’t quite sound like the electronic Battleship sound effects, but it was close enough to make my neck prickle. With the batteries removed, we were good, and we filled in the silence with trash-talking.

In between playing board games, we’d found plenty of ways to keep ourselves entertained. Like half the people on our social media feeds, we’d been learning to cook a bit more. Prior to the pandemic, we’d both been cool with lazy food at home and eating out frequently, but now eating out wasn’t as much of an option, and the lazy food got old fast. That, and Tristan didn’t have access to a gym for the time being, and neither of us wanted to run as much as it took to burn off that much junk food. So we’d started