“Oh, fuck, yes!” Tristan gasped. “Feels so good.”
Dylan sucked harder, alternating between hollowing his cheeks and working his tongue into the tiny slit at the tip of his dick. Tristan stopped stroking and used his arms to push Dylan’s knees back so he could slide down lower. He stretched out as Tristan swallowed his dick and toyed with his balls. He fucked into Tristan’s welcoming mouth, sucking the man with every thrust of his own hips. The mind-blowing sensation was new and thrilling all at the same time.
After a few hard thrusts, Tristan rolled them to their sides. Dylan mimicked Tristan’s technique, enjoying the needy sounds Tristan made with every flick and lick of his tongue. The heat built, tingling in his spine, and he thrust faster and harder into his lover’s mouth. Tristan’s fingers pressed the area behind his balls and his mouth swallowed him deeper.
Dylan pulled back a moment to hiss, “I can’t hold back,” before resuming his exploration of Tristan’s cock. The pressure built. He couldn’t stop. Tristan’s mouth drove him completely insane. Damn, he loved that mouth, loved the sounds Tristan made, the smell of Tristan’s musk, and the feel of his tongue sliding over him. Everything combined was too much for him to take. His body trembled uncontrollably and he cried out around Tristan’s dick as his orgasm burst free. Every muscle seized, paralyzing him as he gave up his load deep down Tristan’s throat. Tristan eagerly swallowed every drop, then jerked his mouth off him.
“I’m gonna come,” Tristan panted and tried to roll away.
Dylan gripped him harder and sucked him deeper. Tristan froze, his dick jerked hard, and hot come filled Dylan’s mouth. He swallowed. He hadn’t known if swallowing was something he could do, but he loved every last drop. He kept sucking Tristan as the last of the shudders of orgasm racked his lover’s body.
They lay there as their bodies spiraled back to earth. Heavy breathing filled the silence of the room. Dylan floated on an after-sex high, his body sated and still thrumming from his release.
“Damn, that was amazing.” Tristan’s voice broke through the silence.
Dylan drew back to look at Tristan. He had a big grin on his face, his smile so wide it reminded Dylan of the Cheshire cat.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” Tristan sucked him back in, the warm, moist tightness engulfing him made his toes curl. Tristan licked him, making little mewing sounds as he cleaned him with his tongue. Dylan couldn’t get his body under control, his hips thrust reflexively. He pressed his lips to Tristan’s hip bone and stroked Tristan, licking around his dick like a lollipop. He was already hard again and so was Tristan.
“I want to fuck you,” Dylan blurted out. He hadn’t meant to sound so crass, but damn, all of his blood had been drained from his brain.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Tristan kissed the tip of his dick and scooted away, reaching for the lube and condoms. Tristan turned, moving to his hands and knees.
“This how you want me?” Tristan wiggled his ass and chuckled.
“Yeah, pretty much…” Dylan slid off the bed and stretched his legs. Tristan was insatiable, and he was horny as hell—seemed Tristan brought out the best in him.
Dylan stood at the edge of the bed and pulled Tristan’s hips back toward him. He smoothed his hand over the firm globes in front of him. Damn, Tristan had the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. Tristan spread his legs as Dylan slid his hand in between his ass cheeks and teased his hole with a finger. Tristan turned, looking at Dylan over his shoulder.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since you left California…” Tristan’s voice was husky with need.
Tristan scooted the lube in his direction. Dylan slicked his fingers, then added more lube directly to the rim before he pushed a finger in Tristan’s tight ass. He watched as it easily slid inside. Tristan pressed back against him so he added another and kept on until he had three fingers working him open. He curled his fingers inside Tristan and found the gland.
“Oh god, just fuck me, Dylan.” Tristan dropped his head between his shoulder blades and rocked back.
When he removed his fingers, Tristan let out a loud moan and reared back against him.
“No! Keep going,” Tristan panted. Dylan took himself in hand, hurriedly rolled a condom in place, and positioned himself at Tristan’s entrance. Dylan pushed against the ring of muscle and felt his tip slip inside. With a long steady shove, he buried himself deep in Tristan’s ass, causing them both to groan at the sensation. Tristan pushed back against him again, tight heat surrounded him, drawing him deeper inside. He stopped moving, giving Tristan’s body time to adjust.
“Don’t stop. Fuck me, please,” Tristan commanded. Dylan grabbed Tristan’s hips and plunged deep, pulling almost completely out before slamming back inside. He picked up the rhythm and fucked Tristan hard and fast. Their harsh breathing and muffled groans grew louder.
When he nailed his lover’s prostate, Tristan moaned. “There, fucking right there…” Tristan’s head snapped back and his body trembled. Dylan’s hips continue to move of their own accord.
Fire raced through Dylan’s blood, straight to his cock. His hips pistoned in and out of Tristan’s body, making sure he nailed Tristan’s spot with every thrust. Even though he’d already come, he wouldn’t last, not with the way Tristan’s ass gripped him. This man had him so strung out, Tristan was like a drug. Alluring and hard to resist. He was weak against Tristan’s temptation.
“Fuck!” Tristan whimpered as Dylan took hold of his rigid length and began stroking in time with his thrusts. Sounds of flesh slapping against flesh while his groin hit Tristan’s ass drove his lover to rock back into him, over and over.
Tristan screamed his name, his ass clenching and contracting around him. He worked Tristan’s cock with his hand, twisting and stroking as he pounded into him from behind. He screwed his eyes shut, his balls churned, tightening against his body as liquid fire rushed through his veins.