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“So I’ve been told.” I didn’t recognize this tone I was using. It was deeper, more guttural. I sounded fucking turned on.
“No, you’re not quiet at all. I wondered what you looked like with your hand wrapped around yourself.” He arched his back, pumping into his hand when he said that. “Show me. Let me see.” The sound of his voice keyed me up even more. I had just had an orgasm minutes before, and my dick was already straining against my shorts, eager to get out and join the party.
I stood up to pull my shorts off. Tristan groaned, low and long, then held the base of his cock, no longer stroking. “Don’t want to come yet,” he said in a strained voice to my silent question.
To get a better view of him and for him to get a better view of me, I sat with my back to the arm rest, my leg stretched out along the back of the couch. The sectional gave us room where our legs didn’t overlap much, but they brushed against each other. The feel of his skin on my leg had my dick twitching, begging me to give it attention. I mirrored his actions, dragging my hand down my stomach and lazily gripping the base of my hard cock.
“Shit,” I moaned in a whisper. I swept my hand under my sac, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Goddamn, you look so sexy like this.” Tristan’s voice was silk in my ear, rubbing against my skin, making me hot. Sweat broke out over my skin as I stroked myself in earnest. My eyes were glued to his erection. He was thick and long, his cock head a shade lighter than his body. The head of him leaked precum, announcing his arousal. I flicked my eyes up to his face to see that he wasn’t looking at my hand—he was looking at my face. If possible, my dick got harder and more sensitive.
“Your expression. Fuck, the way you’re looking at my dick. Come for me, Lucas. Let me see you come.”
His words in my ears, his eyes on my face, and the sound of his breathy moans pushed me over the edge. With a wild grunt, I slammed my eyes shut and exploded. Hot, thick come landed on my stomach and hand.
With an effort, I opened my eyes to watch Tristan. His eyes were brimming with arousal, and his movements became faster and more clumsy. “Oh God, Lucas. I’m coming. Shit.” I watched his release land on his stomach and chest, his face contorted in pleasure and pain. I had never seen anything like it. If I hadn’t already come twice this evening, I would have gotten another erection. Because looking at him come turned me on more than I would have imagined.
After he came down from his post-nut high, he lazily opened his eyes and looked at me. He tilted his head to the side in the way that I was coming to like and asked, “Are you okay?”
I laughed a little. “I’m good. Messy, though.” I ran my hand over my stomach through the remnants of my climax. “I just got out of the shower.”
His light chuckle floated over to me. “I’ll get you a washcloth. Gimme a second.” He tucked himself back in his pants, took his shirt off, and padded out of the living room, leaving me to sit alone for a second. I didn’t think watching a man come would be as erotic as it was. Watching his hand, his beautiful hand, move and grip his swollen erection had sweat breaking out over my body. I committed to memory the look on his face after he came. It was so relaxed and open, with a warm glow that spread across his face. I wanted to see that look again. I couldn’twaitto see that look again.
So deep in my thoughts I didn’t notice Tristan come back in until he swiped the warm cloth over my stomach. I jumped and grabbed his wrist, startled. His eyes met mine questioningly, and I let him go. “Sorry. You scared me.”
“What did we discuss about apologies?” he teased while he cleaned me up.
“I know. It won’t happen again.” After he cleaned my stomach and chest, he handed me the cloth so I could wipe the hand I smeared my come with. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” He went to sit down in the same spot he was in earlier and titled his head. I was starting to tell this was something he did before he asked a question. A habit when he was studying someone. “Are you freaking out?”
I searched myself, dug deep like Dr. Greyson said to, to analyze my feelings. I wasn’t freaking out. I didn’t feel bad. I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt turned on. I felt like I wanted to do more. I felt ready. “No, I’m not. I feel good.” A slight smile curved his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “What is it? Areyoufreaking out?”
He looked up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head. “Honestly? A little. I’m confused, to use the description of your feelings, if I may. If someone had told me twenty-four hours ago I would know what you looked like when you came, I would have laughed in their face.” His eyes landed on my face. “But I do. And I want to see it again.Thatfreaks me out. I’ve never… wanted that before. I’ve only had two relationships in my life, and not too many hookups, and I neverburnedto see someone lose control. I’ve never had this strong…” he stopped, moving one hand from behind his head and motioning in the air, trying to pluck the word from nothing, “… desire to know what they looked like when they came. I think it might be your honesty about your inexperience. Or it might be how open you are to trying something new. You’re not shying away from it. And that turns me on so fucking much, I can’t put it into words. So I’m freaking out, but in a good way.”
I smiled a full, unguarded smile at him, not the kind I gave people to be polite. This one felt like it would split my cheeks from how big it was.
“Jesus, look at you. You’re beautiful,” Tristan told me, making me blush. “The way you look at me. I can’t get enough of it.”
“Then I’ll keep doing it.”
“Okay, let’s get some ground rules out of the way before my emotions run away from me. I just got out of a long-term relationship. I’m not looking to get into anything serious. I don’t think I would be healed enough, and that wouldn’t be fair to you. And you’re new to this. You’ve never been with another man. It wouldn’t be fair to you if I tried to lock you down before you could see what else is out there.” Tristan ran his hand forward over his hair. “What I’m saying is, I can give you everything you want physically, but I don’t think I can do anything beyond that. Is that okay?”
I already knew that Tristan was fresh out of a relationship. Cassie told me his boyfriend cheated on him, which was baffling because he was amazing. True, we hadn’t really spoken in calm tones before tonight, but in that brief time, I saw him. I saw his personality. I saw that he was caring, asking me if I was okay and checking on me more than once. How patient he was, listening to my confusion and not minding that I didn’t know how to get my words out. How anyone could cheat on him and break his heart was lost on me. Did I want more? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t think so. I was having a crash course into my feelings and attraction to men. I didn’t think it wise to fall for the first man who made me feel like I was the most incredible person on the planet.
“I think you’re right.” I sighed and looked toward the ceiling. “I’ve never had a real relationship before. I mean, a few girlfriends while I was in the Army, but nothing that lasted more than a few months. I’m not sure how things start, but I’m sure it’s not with an inexperienced bisexual man who you thought was closeted.” I looked over at him and winked, earning me a very sexy laugh. “I can handle the physical stuff, though. I’ll let my gay sherpa take me on my gay journey to get me ready to climb the gay mountain.”
“Okay.” He laughed. “Enough with the gay. I get it.” The mirth in his tone made my heart speed up in my chest.
I sat up, wanting to set the record straight. He said I apologized a lot, but I still needed to apologize for my stupid comment. “Look, I’m sorry about the doesn’t-look-gay comment. I was put in an awkward position when I was talking to Cassie, not able to articulate my feelings. But that’s no excuse. It was a stupid, insensitive comment. There’s no look for being gay, and I would never assume anyone’s sexuality. It was a careless comment I said because I was uncomfortable and unsure of my feelings.”
“Thank you. You’re right. There is no look, but you’d be surprised how many times I’ve heard people say I don’t look gay. I only like dick. I’m sure that constitutes me as gay.”
The things he said tended to catch me off guard, and I laughed at that comment. I didn’t know if he was trying to make a joke or being unintentionally funny. “I think that does as well. I don’t know if I told you, but I’m only on vacation for a month. I have twenty-one days left in this cabin before I have to go back and hit the beat. Is that enough time to do… everything?”
He assessed me, his eyes roaming my body and his gaze causing goose bumps to erupt over my skin. “It depends on what you want to do. We’ve already crossed watching each other masturbate off the list. What do you want to do? How do you want to use my body?”
“You don’t mince words, huh?” He smirked but stayed silent. He waited me out, letting me collect my thoughts. No pressure. “Well, I want… a lot. Of you.” I cut myself off, not knowing what I was saying or if I was saying the right thing. I didn’t know how to navigate telling him what I wanted. He must have sensed it because he put me out of my misery.
