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Tristan cocked his head, his grin turning devilish as he stood up, dropping his shorts and briefs, exposing the most delicious-looking dick I’d ever seen in my entire fucking life. He was long, thick, uncircumcised, with a perfect set of full balls that had my mouth watering. His pubes were trimmed and dark against his skin, “Fuck, get over here. I have to taste you.”
“Yes, sir,” Tristan said, the word falling from his lips and shooting straight to my core, precome oozing from my twitching cock. “But you have to lay down. I want to taste you, too.”
I lay down on the couch, spreading my legs and holding my cock up with a thumb at the base, watching as Tristan came toward me, his own hard dick swinging in the air. He was beautiful. A perfect specimen of a man, and I was the lucky one who got to play around with him. How the hell had that happened?
He gracefully climbed onto the couch, one knee on either side of me, his juicy bubble butt now in my face. “Hold on,” I said before he leaned forward to take me in his mouth. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back, burying my face in his ass. He gasped, his body tensing a moment before I felt him relax. I started to kiss him, each cheek, nipping at his skin, breathing him in. He smelled like fresh laundry and warm sex, like a glass of top-shelf whiskey. I wanted to drink him in. I opened his cheeks and tongued his crack, earning the loudest moan yet. My cock throbbed as his hands closed around my shaft.
Tristan sat on my face as he spit in his hand and started to jerk me off. Heaven didn’t even describe it. This was beyond a fantasy. I let myself get lost in the moment, enjoying every sensation, every swirl of my tongue, every twist of his hand. I stretched my legs, curling my toes against a soft pillow, kicking it down to the floor as Tristan’s wet, hot mouth closed around my cock. The warm leather of the couch stuck to my ass, mixing with the sweat that started to bead across my body.
I groaned into Tristan’s hole, his entire body shivering against me. He lifted up and shifted, legs on either side of my face now as the head of his cock brushed against my lips, painting me with his salty-sweet taste. I licked his leaking slit before grabbing him and opening my mouth for him.
His taste exploded all over my tongue as I blew him. The room filled with the gurgling wet sounds of dick-sucking. My favorite kind of ASMR. Tristan’s balls were on my nose as I tried to deep-throat him, his cock hitting the back of my throat with a gag. He started to thrust downward, fucking my mouth. I followed suit, rutting my hips up, burying my cock in his mouth. Pleasure rocked over me like a tidal wave, pulling me off into the deep end. I closed my eyes and sucked, my core tightening as my climax raced toward me like an out-of-control bullet train.
I took Tristan’s dick out of my mouth, sucking in a deep breath of air before warning him. “I’m close, baby.”
Tristan leaned up, his cock head pressing against my cheek as I looked down, my rock-hard dick glistening in his hands. I could feel the pressure building inside me, coiling like a snake around my gut. I went back to sucking Tristan’s cock, unable to get enough of him down my throat to satiate the hunger I had for him. All-consuming. I loved every drop I could taste of him, the way he smelled, the way he writhed above me as he wrapped his tongue around the head of my dick.
Tristan rose up, dick still in my mouth, and gave a grunt-shout hybrid as he unloaded into my mouth. I managed to swallow most of it, taking it down like a shot, hungry for more, riding the wave that had almost knocked Tristan to his knees.
My climax hit with the same exact force, ropes of come shooting from my cock. Lightning crashed through my body, tendrils of electricity branching out through every muscle and bone. Pure fucking ecstasy. I dropped my head back and managed to suck some air into my breathless lungs. The view I had of Tristan’s ass and balls made me wish I was a painter. I figured I could make a killing selling erotic nudes of such a masterpiece.
He slowly turned his body so that we were face-to-face, cock-to-cock, both of us still swollen and sticky. His smile matched the force of sunshine I felt lighting up the inside of my chest. What the hell had just happened? Was that a hookup, or did we just fuck ourselves into a goddamn storybook?
“That was really fucking hot… sir.” Tristan shot me a wink and leaned in for a long and wet kiss. I could feel him getting hard again, his cock pushing against mine for space. I opened my legs so he fit perfectly between them. Something about his weight on me felt comforting. Like I was home, even though this place was nothing like home.
For a long time, I wasn’t even sure where home was.
“If I knew I’d be getting this kind of service from my hot bodyguard-detective hybrid, then I would have tried attracting the attention of a serial killer way sooner.”
Tristan’s dark humor got a surprised laugh out of me. It was good to hear him joke about it. I always felt like taking an otherwise fucked-up situation and turning it on its head with a joke was a good way toward moving past it.
“I’d prefer we met a different way, but I guess this was what fate had in store.” I had a lazy hand on Tristan’s hip, making soft, slow circles with my thumb.
“And you promise this won’t fuck anything up, right? Like you aren’t going to get fired or anything for hooking up with me?”
I shook my head. “No, I won’t get fired. I might get a reprimand, but only because distractions are easier to come upon when you’re watching over someone like you.”
His golden eyes glittered, matching the brightness of his smile. The living room lights were on, bathing the oversized space in a soft white glow. “I think we can keep getting a little distracted tonight. We can worry about my case tomorrow.”
He gave his hips a little wiggle, rubbing himself on me, a string of come wetting my stomach.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked, wiggling again, his casual smile at odds with the devastating inferno he was lighting in my core.
“I do,” I said, a growl slipping into my words. I reached around and rubbed his ass, pulling him down onto me. “I want to go to the APD and see if they have anything else they can give me. I think Eric’s going with me.”
“Good, I’m joining.”
“Huh?”
“I shouldn’t really be left alone, anyways.” He leaned down, his tongue flicking against my upper lip. “Think we’ll find something?”
“I hope so,” I said, my thoughts disintegrating faster than tissue paper in a cup of water. “I think Eric says he knows someone there. I’m hoping they have something they’re holding on to.”
“Why wouldn’t they just work with you to begin with?”
I shrugged, stealing a kiss from Tristan. “Information is power. If something leaks about the serial killer and makes it onto the evening news, then that person now knows what to change and what to switch up so that we lose their trail. I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.”
Tristan’s wiggle turned into a thrust this time. “Alright,” he said, his voice dropping low. “Let’s worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, we hook up on every surface of this mansion as if it were ours.”
