“Come here,”Tristan said, holding his hand out for me.
I took it, allowing him to pull me to the bed where he gently shoved me down, instantly climbing over to straddle me. Our cocks rubbed together as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips.
My entire body ached with the need to be inside him as our hands explored each other’s bodies, our tongues circling slowly. Breaking the kiss, Tristan lifted up and reached into the chest of drawersthatwere next to his bed. He rummaged around, pulling out an unopened bottle of lube.
Making quick work of opening it, he squeezed a generous amount into his hand before shifting back so he could rub the lube up and down my shaft.
“Remember. Keep quiet,”he said, giving me a playful grin as he abandoned the bottle and lifted up, positioning himself sothatas he lowered, my cock speared his tight hole.“Fuuuck,”he groaned, his features twisting into pure bliss.
“Sssh,”I hissed, but when he pushed me the rest of the way in, I couldn’t help my own groan as I grasped his hips.“You feel so fucking good at this angle, Bug.”
“Sssh,”he whispered, grinning at me.
He lifted up before lowering himself again, and holy shit. How was I supposed to keep quiet?
Moving up and down, up and down, Tristan rode my cock at a torturously slow pace. After several minutes, he tried to increasehis pace, only to have to slow down again when the headboard banged against the wall.
My eyes remained glued to him; the way his abs tensed every time he lowered down, how his brows narrowed as he concentrated on making this feel good for us, and the way his throat stretched when he threw his head back.
He was breathtaking.
“I’m not going to last much longer,”I panted, trying to keep my voice low.“Stroke yourself, Bug. I want to watch you come while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
He immediately obeyed, wrapping his hand around his length and jerking his wrist in short, sharp tugs.
“Oh, fuck!” he hissed. “I’m gonna come.”
Distracted by his impending climax, he stopped moving. I tightened my grip on his hips, thrusting up into him. His ass clenched around me when come shot from his tip, coating my stomach and chest. My own orgasm slammed into me. I stilled deep inside him, spilling every drop of come I had to give.
With both our cocks spent, he collapsed onto my chest, my cock slipping free. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me as we caught our breath, and placed kisses on the top of his head. Tristan released a contented sigh, kissing my chest, andthatwas how we stayed for God knows how long.
Eventually, he shifted to look up at me.“What are you thinking?”
“ThatI didn’t get you a Christmas present,”I replied truthfully, stroking his cheek.
He lifted himself a little.“Are you kidding? Baby, this—”he waved, indicating my body“—is the best present I could have ever asked for.”
“I knew youjustwanted me for my body,”I teased.
“It’s a pretty hot body to be fair.”
With some coordination so we didn’t fall off the small bed, I flipped him onto his back, covering his body with mine, and feeling his release sticking between us.“I love you, Bug.”
An affectionate smile spread over his mouth.“I love you too.”
“Does this meanthatwe’re no longer friends who casually fuck in secret?”
He snorted.“I mean, we can still be friends, but I think our secret is out.”
“How about boyfriends?”I asked, my cheeks heating.
Christ, I was a thirty-seven-year-old man, and I’djustasked him to be my boyfriend. I felt like a teenager. And yet, I couldn’t help the exhilarationthatpowered through me.
Tristan’s eyes sparkled with adoration. “Boyfriends, huh? That sounds very official.”
I shrugged.“In for a dime, in for a dollar. So, will you be my boyfriend?”
He reached up, brushing his lips against mine.“Yeah, baby. I will.”
