“I’m going to make this so fucking good for you,”he growled, removing my boxers. My pulse went into chaos as adrenaline poured through my veins.“On the bed, baby. Lie on your front.”
I chuckled in a bid to hide my nerves, giving him my back, but looking over my shoulder as I said,“I thought I was the bossy one.”
Tristan’s hand glided smoothly up his shaft, and I licked my lips. He stepped behind me, his chest against my back.“You can be bossy any time you like.Justlet me take care of you tonight.”
The tenderness in his tone was so unlike him, but his reassurancethathe was going to take care of me calmed my chaotic nerves. Taking a deep breath, words I’d never been able to say to anyone spilled from my lips.“I trust you, Tristan.”
“I don’t think I like you calling me by my name,”he whispered as he wrapped a hand around my waist and gripped my cock. Pumping it a few times, his teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the crook of my neck.“Don’t ever stop calling me Bug.”
“I won’t,”I replied, my voice cracking, notjustfrom the sensation he was eliciting as his lips placed kisses over my heated skin, but from the sudden burst of overpowering emotions.
They instantly calmed when Tristan slapped my ass.“I thought I told you to get on the bed.”
“Bossy, bossy, bossy,”I muttered, doing as he instructed and lying on my front before adjusting myself to accommodate my aching cock underneath me.
My gaze tracked Tristan as he collected two items from on top of the chest of drawers: massage oil and lube. Straddling my lower back but not putting his full weight on me, he tossed the lube onto the bed and poured a dollop of oil onto my back.
His warm hands ran over my skin as he spread the oil, the scent of lavender filling the room. I closed my eyes as he increased the pressure of his fingers, easing muscles I didn’t realize were aching.
Moans of pleasure escaped me, and when he found a knot in my shoulder and focused on it for a minute, I groaned.“Fuck,thatfeels good.”
“Good. I want you relaxed for me, baby,”he replied, moving his hands further down my back.“But if you keep letting out those needy moans, I can’t promise I’ll be able to hold on for long.”
“Sorry,”I chuckled, biting my lip and letting myself relax under his skilled fingers.
As he moved lower, he shifted off my back and grabbed a pillow.“Lift up and put this under your hips.”
I did as he told me, my cock resting on the pillow, my ass propped a little in the air. Tristan spread my legs to kneel between them as he carried on his massage, his hands finally reaching my ass cheeks. Nerves shot through me like an electric shot, and without meaning to, I tensed.
“Baby, relax,”Tristan encouraged.“We can stop at any time-”
“No, Bug. I don’t want to stop. I’mjust…nervous.”
“Nervous that it’ll hurt?”
I paused. No, it wasn’tthat. I knew the first time I took him might hurt, but I also trusted Tristan to make it feel good. So, ifthatwasn’t what had caused my sudden onslaught of anxiety, what had?“I’m not sure.”
Tristan carried on massaging his fingers into my cheeks.“That’s okay, baby. It’s normal to be nervous. But, you know, this doesn’t change you.”
My brows furrowed.“What do you mean?”
He didn’t reply for a few seconds, and I peeked over my shoulder, finding him carefully choosing his words. Meeting mygaze, he shrugged.“Well, being the bottom for some guys makes them question their identity. They can be made to believethatif they let another guy fuck them,thenthey’re not a real man. But it’s bullshit. Being attracted to another guy or being intimate with them doesn’t change who you are.”
My body relaxed. Without knowing it, Tristan had silenced another voicethathad been lingering somewhere in the back of my mind, almost silent, but loud enough for my subconscious to hear.
Not knowing what to say, I closed my eyes again as tension drained from my body. Takingthatas a sign to continue, Tristan trailed a finger along my ass crack until he gently rubbed it over my balls.
His hands moved back up to spread my cheeks, revealing my asshole. He lowered himself, and my eyes widened, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip when his hot, wet tongue licked them length of my crack before circling my hole.
I sucked in a shaky breath.“Holy fuck.”
“Is this okay, baby?”
My hips bucked when he did it again, and I nodded enthusiastically.“Uh-huh. Yep.”
Tristan chuckled, his tongue flicking against my hole, and when he pressed his tongue inside me, I almost coated the pillow with my come.
I never knew it could feelthisgood.
