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I open the metal clasp of his belt. His breath hitches as I unfasten his pants, pushing them down and dropping to my knees.
“Matt,” he hisses.
I smooth my hands over his thighs. My nose is close to his hard cock. His boxer briefs are wet with pre-cum. When I release his hard length, Tristan releases a loud groan. I wrap a fist around him and suck him deep inside. All I can think about is finally surrendering to him.
ChapterFifty-Five
Tristan
What the fuckam I doing?
Are we ready for this? My legs shake and a curse rips free of my lips as Matt cups my balls and licks the head of my cock, swirling his tongue over and over.
“Matt.”
“You keep saying my name, but not what you want, baby,” he says with a low voice that almost makes me come.
“I… only need you,” I say, unsure what that even means. Fuck me, suck me, just take me as you want.
He doesn’t need instructions though, as he strokes my length from the base to the head, his tongue following. Then, he takes me deep into his mouth over and over again. I pull his hair, grabbing onto it before I fall. My cock swells while he plays with me. I’m ready to explode. Desperate.
The way he looks at me.
Heavy-lidded.
Hungry.
He’s starving just like I am.
At this moment, he can ask me for anything and I’d give it to him, as long as I can have him. He bobs his head, taking me deeper, playing with me. I fucking love when he fingers me as he sucks me, getting me ready. But then, he stops.
He fucking stops.
“What?”
“Let’s go to the room,”he orders, and then I notice he’s still dressed. He needs to get out of those jeans while I rip his shirt off. I follow him, unbuttoning my shirt. He grabs his duffel bag and takes out a bottle of lube.
“Really, Matt? Lube.”
He grins. “I’m always ready.”
I don’t say that he’s ready only for sex. The rest is a hit and miss. Maybe that’s why I love him because he complements my type A personality. He and Thea help me relax, something that’s hard to do. He tosses it on the bed and says, “I want you inside me.”
My jaw almost falls down to the floor. “Are you sure?”
He nods once. “I trust you.”
“Do you want to talk about it? We haven’t discussed it, but I always thought it was your hard limit.”
“I was in college. It was right before Jacob got into his motorcycle accident when I met a dude. He was older, maybe twenty-five. It was my first hookup—”
“Did he?”
He shakes his head. “He didn’t prep me or… it was literally just fucking. After that, I only let Kevin top a few times. When we stopped, I decided to only top.”
I study him. Is that possible? But I realize that it is. I’m a switch, but since I chose not to be sexually active, I’ve only been a bottom for him. I love the idea of being versatile and able to do both with him.
“It’s a survival thing, not a preference,” he says as an afterthought.
