Chapter 14 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Sexy time!

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Tristan just crawled up his body and picking up his right wrist, proceeded to tie Damon with a strip of the t-shirt. He moved to do the same with his other wrist. Damon silently watched what Tristan was doing. Two days earlier, Tristan had said he trusted him. It was now his turn to show he trusted him. He proved that by remaining quiet instead of questioning what he was doing.

Tristan took the remote from the bedside desk and pressed the music button. The beginning chords of the violin for Aerosmith’s ‘I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing’ filled the room. When the sexy voice of Steven Tyler started belting out the lyrics, Tristan felt an incredible feeling of love that he never wanted to lose go through him. Shit! He put it on auto-repeat.

Then bending over Damon, he took one of his erect nipples into his mouth and bit down softly on it.

“Oh Fuck!” Damon groaned, gazing at the fully clothed Tristan with eyes filled with so much lust.

Tristan blew on the wet nipple and moved to give the other one the same attention. Damon was going out of his mind with pleasure. The thick ridge of his cock was pressing against his fly, begging to be released.

Tristan moved down, dropping kisses on the hairy abs and sexy six-pack. He dipped his tongue into his belly button, giving Damon a tongue fuck that he wasn’t going to forget anytime soon. Damon sucked in a breath, his stomach clenching as Tristan’s worked on his belly button. Then Tristan sat between Damon’s legs and started slowly unbuckling his belt as if he had all week.

“Baby, please,” Damon begged. “I’m dying here.”

“What’s the rush, Damon? We have all day.” He laughed softly at the growl that came out of Damon’s throat. For someone who had had a lover over in the early hours of the day, he sure was desperate.

“Untie me Tristan,” Damon demanded roughly, pulling against the binds around his wrist. But Tristan only grinned devilishly at him and shook his head slowly. “What the fuck are you playi…” but the rest of his words got lost in a hoarse cry as Tristan swallowed the head of his cock into his warm mouth. “Fuuuuuck!”

Tristan bobbed his head rapidly to stimulate the head, loving the feel of the jewelry in Damon’s piercing, on his tongue. He was careful to keep his lips over his teeth so he wouldn’t scrape Damon whilst he sucked him vigorously, his lips bumping over the rim, flicking his warm tongue over the enlarged head.

“Yeah, baby,” he gasped. “That’s it.”

Tristan kept sucking until Damon was a shaking mess, his skin tingling, unable to stop the soft sounds he was making. Then taking his mouth off the huge dick, he gently circled the base and slowly, carefully began to move his hand up and down the shaft before sucking the tip back into his mouth. The man had a beautiful organ. Slick, wet, and so hard the veins were visible. Tristan could remember how good it had felt sliding in and out of his body. He wanted Damon’s cum in his mouth. He stroked faster, his hand gliding firmly over his smooth skin, and sucked harder as if he wanted to draw out his creamy cum into his mouth.

The combined sensation of sucking and the firm stroking of his cock was too much for Damon. His face was flushed with undisguised bliss and his sensual lips parted as he gasped in pleasure, his eyes tightly closed.

“Tris,” he moaned and arched his back.

Tristan’s cock hardened even more and leaked like a faucet within the confines of his jeans at the sound of his name on Damon’s delectable lips. He lifted Damon’s cock and licked his balls until Damon was screaming for him to stop. Tristan took his cock back between his lips and sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing, letting his tongue rasp against the slickness of his skin. He took in another inch, his lips flattening, his tongue like liquid fire as it stroked the sensitive little spot just beneath the tapered crest. Damon’s head thrashed from side to side, the sound of his rough breathing scraping the air around them.

“Oh my God, Tris, what was that?” Damon jerked his hips and his dick went deeper into Tristan’s mouth. “Fuck!”

Tristan was determined to drive Damon out of his mind, wanted to give him something to compare with when he was with his other lovers. He moved, pulling back until only the head rested within his lips, then swirled the tip of his tongue over the slit. He wanted Damon to come harder than he ever had before. He was in his power.

“Oh, Baby, your mouth is amazing,” Damon whispered.

Damon watched Tristan through half-lowered eyelids. He was wonderful, beautiful, sexy, talented and…oh god, he was going to come.

Tristan dipped down on him again, relaxing his throat so he could take him even deeper. Then he swallowed and heard Damon swear in a guttural tone that made him smile around the cock in his mouth. He returned to the tip and used his teeth to scrape against the skin, and just like that, Damon lost it.

“Tristan,” Damon screamed as he came, flooding Tristan’s mouth with warmth. His body shook as Tristan continued to pumped and suck his cock. He filled Tristan’s mouth with his hot, salty, amazing flavor, and Tristan moaned whilst swallowing down the very essence of the man he loved.

“God, Tris.” Damon’s voice was harsh, the words, a tortured pleasure. His cock throbbed inside Tristan’s mouth and he trembled with aftershocks till he stilled. Tristan lapped up the remaining flow of cum, circled his tongue on the head, and then released him into the cool air. He lifted his head and their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Neither of them moved. Damon wasn’t sure if he was still capable of breathing.