“You can’t trust that. You can never trust anyone, no matter what they say.”
“Don’t you dare talk about him while you’re f*****g me!” Aiden tried to turn over but the grip keeping him from f*****g himself on Tristan also kept him from spinning around.
“I’m not talking about him.” Aiden wasn’t sure, but he imagined Tristan wincing behind him.
“Honey, I’m sorry you married a d**k, or not really, because if you’d married a decent guy, you wouldn’t be here with me now, but I’m not him. And you’re not him. I won’t force you, but please f**k me. We can go back to using condoms after if you really want to, but for now, I want to feel you.” Aiden tried rolling his hip, and this time Tristan let him.
It started out slow; the frenzy from before had cooled off, but then fingers were yet again pro
