“Hey, it’s okay,”Tristan said softly.“Look, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that what happened between us was the first time you’ve been with a guy?”He paused, giving me an expectant look. At my nod, he continued.“Okay, so I imagine it probably scrambled your head and got you questioning things?”
“You could say that,”I replied, only my head wasn’t scrambled because of what happened between us; it was from the vision still playing in my head.
Tristan shrugged.“I get it. Well…kinda. Sometimes I forget that not everyone is like me. I always knew I was gay, so I never had to question myself the first time I kissed a guy. But I get it’s not like that for everyone. I know it can be confusing and might take some time to figure your head out, and that’s perfectly fine. Just don’t feel bad about exploring along the way. And you know, if you want to talk or hang out, I can be pretty good company.”
I could only gape back at his warm, reassuring smile, in complete awe of how comfortable he was with discussing this. Barbara’s voice echoed in my ear, asking me how different my life could have been if I’d ignored all the haters and accepted my attraction to men.
Tension I didn’t know I was holding drained from my body.“Thanks, Bug. I needed to hear that.”
He clapped my shoulder.“Any time.”
For several seconds, neither of us moved, and I couldn’t stop my gaze dropping to his lips, remembering what they felt like against mine.
God, I really wanted to feel them again.
But I cleared my throat and looked away, not wanting to give him mixed messages, not when my head was a chaotic mess.“I’ll leave you to it,”I said, forcing myself to go back inside and instantly regrettingnotkissing him.
He did too, if his downcast look was anything to go by.
A heavy weight settled on my body, and I cracked my eyes open, blinking a few times, and realizing I’d fallen asleep on the couch after I’d arrived home from work. The lack of sleep the night before had caught up with me, and as soon as I’d eaten dinner, I had laid on the couch and closed my eyes, thinking I’d have a few minutes’ peace.
The weight shifted, and I pinched the bridge of my nose.“Not again,”I mumbled. I wasn’t sure I could deal with another ghost showing me memories from my past.
Soft lips pressed against mine in a chaste kiss.“Sssh, baby. Let me take care of you.”
Lowering my gaze from where it had fixed on the ceiling to meet Tristan’s brown eyes, my heart rate kicked up severalnotches. He was lying on top of me, his frame settled between my spread legs, and his gorgeous smile spread across his mouth.
My eyes fluttered closed when he pressed kisses along my jawline, his hands roaming over my chest, and I regretted that I’d fallen asleep with my shirt on. I wanted to feel his palms on my skin.
Tristan slithered down my body until he reached my belt, and looking up at me from under his lashes, he began unbuckling it. My solid cock pressed against my pants, heavy and aching to feel him wrapped around it.
Fuck, I hadn’t even noticed how hard I was.
When it sprang free, Tristan’s tongue peeked out to lap against the head, his hand cloaking my shaft and giving it several hard tugs. My back arched off the couch as tingles coated my body, and a powerful shudder ran down my spine.
“Fuck, Bug, I need your mouth,”I hissed, my hand finding his hair and gripping the strands.
“As you wish, baby,”he replied, his warm breath brushing against my sensitive tip.
With no hesitation, Tristan took me into his mouth, finding a rhythm of moving up and down my length, sucking hard, and pulling needy groans from me. My hips began to buck in time with his movements, and my balls tightened.
I couldn’t remember a time when I’d come so damn quickly.
Torn between wanting this to go on for longer and wanting to erupt, I was helpless but to give in to the sensations spreading through my body at every lick, suck, and stroke Tristan gave my cock.
“Shit, fuck, Bug, I’m gonna come,”I whined, my thrusts turning more powerful, more determined.
“Come for me, baby. Come down my throat.”
His words pushed me over the edge, my orgasm detonating in a powerful explosion.
Bolting upright, I rubbed my eyes, my heart beating so fast that I was surprised I wasn’t having a heart attack. I glanced around my living room, my brain trying to catch up to what was happening.
Outside, night had fallen, and I was home alone. A quick look at the clock told me it was past 10 pm; several hours since Tristan had left for the evening. My eyes dropped to my pants, landing on a wet patch, and I shifted, my underwear stuck to me with a warm stickiness.
My brows furrowed as I joined the dots. I’d dreamed of Tristan sucking my cock and had come like a horny teenager in my pants. Disappointment coursed through me as I got to my feet and rushed to my bathroom to clean up.
But the disappointment wasn’t for losing myself in a fantasy of another guy. It was because Tristan wasn’t here so he could touch me again.
