A devilish smile curled his lips as he stood from the bed, and as I watched him walk toward me with every gorgeous inch of him on display, more blood rushed to my cock.
Ben
Standing under the shower, thoughts of the last twenty-four hours raced through my head.
I fucked Tristan.
And it was the most incredible experience of my life.
I didn’t think it would have felt the same if I’d given in and fucked a random guy. Tristan made it incredible. He wasnothing but patient with me, guiding me without patronizing me or making me feel like I wasthisbig.
After, we showered together, which resulted in a shit load of kisses as we stroked each other’s cocks until we both came. It was like a dam had opened, and I couldn’t get enough of him. But when he went back to work, the ghosts of my past returned to haunt me.
I tried to ignore the voicesthattold me I was disgusting,thatthere was something wrong with me, and by the time Tristan came to tell me he had finished for the day, all I could mutter was‘see you tomorrow’without looking at him.
I hated myself forthat.
I wasn’t stupid; I knew the voices wouldn’t go away overnight, not after years of being plagued by them, but I didn’t want to hear them any longer. Whether it was from the visionthatlingered in the back of my head or being with Tristan, I didn’t know. But something had shifted, and I didn’t want to go back.
Washing soap over my body, I wrapped my hand around my cock, which had been in a permanent state of arousal from the minute I woke up. It made my morning workout difficult,thatwas for sure.
I stroked myself a few times, allowing my mind to recall how amazing it had felt pushing into Tristan’s ass, but the image alone wasn’t enough, and despite my efforts, I couldn’t find my rhythm. I knew why, too. I wanted Tristan’s hand wrapped around me.
Or maybe his mouth.
Giving up, I got out of the shower and dressed for the day ahead. By the time I made it downstairs, Tristan had already let himself in. I’d reluctantly given him the key when he first started, so he could come and go as needed to collect more materials, but now I was glad I had.
I liked him being here.
“Morning.”He flashed me a brilliant smile before nodding to the takeout cups on the counter.“Got you a coffee.”
“Thanks,”I grumbled, my temper wearing thin from the ache in my cock, not helped by the scentthatcould only be described as uniquely Tristan’s filled the kitchen.
His face fell. “Is…Is something wrong?”
I sighed, my body slumping. Why the hell did he have to have such an effect on me? Nerves fired through me, and I couldn’t hold his eye as I admitted,“I’ve been hard all morning. I can’t get it to go down.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to punch him in the face from the smirkthatgraced his face or grab him and kiss him. He sauntered over to me, a wicked glint in his eye as he stood in front of me.“Thatsounds like a terrible problem.”A gasp caught in my throat when he cupped my cock through my pants.“Want me to take care of it?”
“What do you think?”I barked, my eyes slamming shut as he ran his hand up and down my length.
He shifted closer, and my eyes shot open as he spoke, his lips brushing against mine.“How do you want me to make you come?”
I swallowed, remembering the dream I’d hadthatresulted in me coming in my boxers.“Your mouth.”
Keeping his gaze locked on me, Tristan fiddled with my belt, unbuckling it before lowering the zipper. He tugged my pants down enough to free my cock, his hand grabbing hold of me as he glided it tortuously slowly up my shaft, and thumbing the slit on my tip.
“Fuck,”I hissed, my hips involuntarily thrusting my cock into his palm. He captured my mouth with his, his tongue teasing mine as he nipped my lower lip at the same time as pumping hishand. It wasn’t enough, though.“Please, Bug. I need your mouth around me.”
He shifted back, beaming at me.“You have no idea how fucking hard I get hearing you ask for what you want.”
Withthat, he lowered himself to his knees. I kept my gaze trained on him, lifting the hem of my shirt so I could watch as his tongue poked out to swipe up the pre-cum gathered on my tip. The touch of his warm, wet tongue was almost enough to make me blow my load in his face.
My free hand fisted by my side as his tongue swirled around my crown before he suckedjustthe head into his mouth. Pleasure darted through me, hitting me straight in the balls, and causing me to jolt forward. At the same time, Tristan opened his mouth wider, and I watched in awe as he took my entire length to the back of his throat without gagging.
A feral growl rumbled low in my chest as I laced my fingers through his hair, gripping the soft strands,justlike I had in my dream.“Holy fucking Hell, Bug. Keep taking me likethat, and I’m not going to last long.”
His response was a garbled noise which vibrated around my shaft. His mouth slid back, almost freeing my cock, but at the last minute, he moved forward, once again taking all of me. He quickly found his pace, his head bobbing with his movements.
