“You okay?”he asked, a frown creasing his brow.
“Wonderful,”I growled, doing a better job of hiding my erection than I was at hiding my irritation.
His gaze dropped to where I held my towel in front of my shorts, a knowing smile pulling at his lips.“Did the mention of fucking my ass get you all hot and bothered?”
Sometimes, like rightthen, I hated the arrogancethatdripped from his tone. I never knew whether I wanted to throttle him or beg him to make me come.“Bug, I swear to-”
The threat I was about to deliver was cut off when he closed the gap and cupped my cock through both the towel and my shorts.“You’re grumpy when you’re horny, baby.”He movedevencloser, his lips almost touching mine.“You know, if you wanna fuck me, youjusthave to ask.”
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, resting my forehead against his as my eyes darted between his. His masculine scent cocooned me, making my cock leak pre-cumagainst my shorts.“I want to fuck you, Bug. Right here. Right in this fucking gym.”
Tugging him toward me, our lips smashed together, my hands roaming down his body until I found the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Sweat glistened on his bronzed skin, and I lowered my lips to his neck, trailing my tongue down to his chest and lapping up every drop.
Fuck, he was delicious.
I kept going down, and when I reached the waistband of his shorts, I shoved my thumbs in either side and yanked them down, his cock springing free. Without hesitating, I wrapped my palm around his shaft and took his crown into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,”Tristan hissed, lacing his fingers through my messy hair.
I got to work, my head bobbing as I sucked him with vigor, his shaft swelling in my mouth. I reached between my thighs, needing to feel relief around my own cock, but noticing my movement, Tristan gently pushed me back.“Fuck me now, baby,”he panted, pulling me to my feet.“How do you want me?”
Options ran through my head until I settled on one.“On the mat in front of the mirror. I want to watch your face while I fuck you from behind.”
I kissed him roughly before shoving him away. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he kicked his shorts and shoes off. I followed suit, stripping out of all my clothes, watching with my heart racing in anticipation as he lowered himself to the mat.
“Wait,”I said, coming to a sudden realization.“We haven’t got any lube.”
“Use your spit,”Tristan barked, stroking his length and looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you. And Ireallyfucking need you.”
Like I asked, he positioned himself on all fours, facing the mirror, his gaze trained on me as I positioned myself behind him. Still unsure about not using lube, I gathered saliva in my mouth, spitting it into my hand to smear over his puckered hole.
Tristan groaned when I pushed a finger inside.“Oh, fucking hell, that’s good.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. Spitting into my hand, I coated my cock before lining the tip against him. Slowly pushing forward, I watched in awe as his tight hole stretched to accommodate me. His back arched as his fingers dug into the mat, but when I was halfway in, I caught his reflection in the mirror.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes closed, and I couldn’t figure out if the look on his face was one of pleasure or pain.
“You okay, Bug?”
His eyes flew open.“Yes, fuck, yes. Please keep going, baby.”
The pleasure in his voice gave me the answer I needed, and I continued pushing forward, my head falling back once I was fully sheathed. I couldn’t move for several beats as my cock pulsed, threatening to explode.
With some effort, I managed to gain control, and I pulled out before thrusting back in. The two of us groaned at the same time, and my hands moved to grab his hips. Holding him tightly, I kept my eyes on where we were connected as I relentlessly drove into him.
His tight hole squeezed my shaft, and for a moment, I wondered what it would feel like if he were to fuck my ass.
Christ. Did I wantthat?
I wasn’t sure, and it wasn’t something I could think about rightthen. Not without losing control.
“Baby, you feel so good,”Tristan cooed.“I can’t wait for you to fill me up with your come again.”
His filthy words hit me in my balls, and my grip tightened to the point where I left marks on his skin. He lowered his chest tothe mat, his ass lifting higher as he locked his eyes on me in the mirror.
