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“Chloe,” he groaned while I kept laughing.
“You are doing good, baby. Keep going; you’re almost there,” I cheered for him, and he scoffed.
He made it into the kitchen, one hand shielding his crotch from any danger. He found the cabinet easily and grabbed three mugs. He held them in one hand and started making his way out of the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but laugh as he crept around the dining room to avoid another accident. He walked to the living room and tried to locate the center table, but he tipped over the edge of the couch and fell. He knocked down the bottle of red wine, and it spilled all over his chest.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen. Are you okay?” I approached him and went on my knees next to him.
He sat up on the floor and took off the blindfold. He looked down at his stained shirt and frowned. I knew it was a serious situation, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing like a maniac.
I lay on the floor, writhing as laughter overwhelmed me. I looked over at him, and he was fighting off the smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched me.
“Are you done now?” he asked, and I giggled.
“Don’t make me shut you up,” he warned and crawled toward me.
He stared at me as he hovered over me, his hands at the sides of my head. I pulled my lip between my teeth, trying not to lose it. I burst out laughing again as I replayed the scene of his epic fall.
Tristan’s lips were against mine in an instant. His kiss was raw, hungry, intense, but smooth. It took a split second for me to return every stroke of his lips. He supported his weight with his elbow as he pressed against my body. His tongue claimed the depth of my mouth, and I moaned. My legs curled on the floor as his taste invaded my senses and silenced every thought.
His fingers fisted in my hair. My hand roamed every taut muscle beneath his shirt. I gasped when he brushed his knee against my pulsing core. My hips rocked with his movement. He pulled away with a wicked grin, leaving me aching.
“I’m never playing that again,” he said, and I fought off a fit of giggles. “Seriously, I slammed my dick against the table. It’s not a nice feeling,” he said with a pout, looking over at the dining table.
He looked adorable, and I wanted to cradle him.
“Sorry, it was so funny to watch,” I whispered.
I sat up and pulled closer to him, where he was kneeling.
“Does it still hurt?” I asked, placing my palm on his crotch.
He sucked in a breath as I started moving my hand slowly, stroking him through his sweatpants.
“Yes, it hurts so bad,” he rasped.
I pushed myself up onto my knees and brought my lips to his neck. His length thickened, and I could feel the pre-cum as I ran my finger over the crown. I trailed kisses up his neck to his strong jawline. His head dipped, and he met my lips in a heated kiss. I swallowed his throaty moans and increased the pace of my hand. I opened my eyes and watched him. I could stare at him forever; seeing him so vulnerable and close to losing himself was a piece of art.
I removed my hand and pulled away as I felt him jerk in my fingers. He gave me a dark look, and his eyebrows creased in confusion. With a devious smile, I bent over and pulled his dick out. He gasped immediately when my lips wrapped around him.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned, fisting my hair and fucking my mouth.
I fought to take him all, but it was impossible with his size. I gagged but kept going as I felt him getting close to his climax. I wrapped my fingers at the base as I kept sucking, biting, and licking.
His thighs shook, and his grip tightened around my hair. I swallowed every drop of his pleasure until there was no more. I pulled back, my thumb swiping the cum on my cheek. I licked it off my finger and met his eyes. He looked dazed as he stared at me, as if he couldn’t recognize me.
“If this is the prize for the game, then it’s my favorite game.”
“I wanted to make up for making you slam your dick into the edge of the table.”
His eyes lingered on my mouth. I looked down at the bulge in his pants and smiled triumphantly.
“Bedroom?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m feeling so sleepy.” I faked a yawn and stood up.
The room was a mess, and I felt awful for Morris. I forced Tristan to clean up with me before we went upstairs.
