Chapter 16 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Coming clean!

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Tristan didn’t know exactly why but he wanted to hold off Damon’s release for as long as possible. Maybe he was trying to give Damon extra pleasure by holding off his climax. It could also be that he wanted Damon to remember the intensity of their encounter. Maybe he wanted to punish him for fucking another guy, after all, they had shared the past two days. It might not have meant anything to Damon but at least he expected a little respect.

Damon squirmed. “I need to come.”

“You’ll come when I’m ready to let you.” He replied in a stern voice.

“Tristan,” he said breathlessly. Then Tristan felt it. Damon was already spasming inside him.

“Oh no, you don’t.” He quickly got off him and squeezed him at the base of his cock again. Damon groaned and started sweating.

“Fuck!” He exploded. “Baby please.” He added in a whisper.

Tristan didn't reply, just lowered himself, guided Damon's straining cock to his entrance, and sunk back down onto it. Then Tristan started to move, riding Damon like he was riding a horse. It was just too much.

Damon gasped. He had never felt like this before. The tight heat surrounding him demanded that he move, but he felt restricted. He also had a feeling he was being punished. For what, he didn’t know. He could see ecstasy and something else on Tristan’s face. Was it hurt? Anger? He couldn’t tell but something was bothering Tristan. He knew if he wanted any relief, he had to get him to talk.

“What is it, Tris? Talk to me.” He said softly, watching Tristan bounce on his cock.

Tristan bent and kissed him hard, swallowing the sound of Damon's surprised cry. But the sudden action changed the angle of Damon’s cock, causing Tristan’s prostate to take a direct hit from the barbell attached to the cock in his arse. He couldn’t help the orgasm that tore through him. He screamed into the kiss as he shot between their bodies, bliss unfurled, engulfed him. His muscles began to tighten deliciously around Damon, causing Damon to groan deep in his throat. Tristan kept moving, taking Damon deep. Damon broke their kiss, his sweaty face flushed as he stared up at Tristan. God, he was beautiful with his face contorted in ecstasy.

“Tris? Look at me,” Damon whispered, hating that he’d closed his eyes. Tristan’s lashes rose and his lips fell apart as he fell faster on Damon’s cock. “Baby, what is bothering you?”

Tristan knew he wasn’t the kind of person who kept things bottled up. He needed to know exactly where he stood with Damon. Though he had told himself to go with the flow, he just couldn’t. Looking down at Damon, seeing the fire in his gaze, the worry in his eyes, the barely controlled passion as sweat dotted his body, Tristan just knew he had to know. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat.

“One question,” Tristan said shakily.

“Shoot.”

“If I walked out this door and hooked up with the next sex kitten to cross my path, would you be okay with that?”

Damon groaned. “Fuck, no.”

“Me neither. So what the fuck were you doing with that guy at 2:56 a.m.?”

The look on Damon’s face was priceless. He looked confused, shocked, and then more confused. Tristan knew the very instant Damon realized just who he was referring to because his eyes widened and he turned to look at the monitoring device.

“The fuck Tris! Were you…”

“No, I wasn’t snooping on you.” He said before Damon could finish asking.

Tristan started slowing down his movement as he felt his heartbreaking. Backstreet Boys’ ‘I’ll Never Break Your heart’ playing softly in the background didn’t help matters. Tristan felt the tears well up in his eyes as he stared down at the myriad of emotions running across Damon’s face. Shit, he couldn’t do this. He wanted him all to himself or nothing at all.

“Tell me?” He whispered, and then gasped when he felt the wetness on his face. He hadn’t even realized tears were running down his face.

Damon’s heart gave an unpleasant lurch when he saw the tears on Tristan’s face.

“Baby, untie me.” He demanded. He pulled against his binds and felt the burn in his wrists and ankles.

But Tristan only shook his head as he increased his movement.

“Fuck!” Damon lost all thoughts at the sensations that coursed through him.

Tristan moved faster, the metal head of Damon’s cock gliding over his prostate again and again. He looked down and saw his prick, slick with his cum, starting to fill again and groaned. Then he looked into the glazed eyes of Damon and knew he had to give him relief.

“Want you to come." He whispered and started undulating on Damon’s cock and tightening his arse muscles. Then he began to move faster over Damon. Faster. Damon’s eyes fluttered closed as Tristan reached down and pinched his flat nipples. He tugged and twisted them.

“Fuck!” Damon shuddered at the mixture of pleasure and pain. His cock jerked inside Tristan’s arse.

He pulled against his bindings as the pleasure radiating from his nipples coursed in all directions of his body. His head fell back as his hips moved helplessly, just letting the sensations drive him.

Tristan felt Damon freeze, his eyes rolling back as he screamed like a wounded animal. Then he felt the cock in his arse pulse and throb as Damon shot deep into him, his body jerking as he came hard. Spasms of unending pleasure wracked his body and he growled with the intensity of the climax that roared through him.

"Goddamn, Tristan."

Damon pulled his arms down hard, with the force of his orgasm, and tore both wrists from the point they had been tied to. He felt the sharp bite of the binds around his wrists but didn’t care. He sat up making them both moan, keeping Tristan on his still spasming cock, and took Tristan’s cock into his palm, stroking him fast and hard.

Tristan didn’t even bother trying to muffle his groan as Damon stroked him off with firm hands. His hand felt so good on his cock. The way Damon's thumb brushed over the head of his cock felt fucking amazing and his balls pulled up tight, ready to spill.

Damon bent and latched onto his nipple. He gripped the hard tip of his nipple between his teeth, allowing them to pinch and sensitize the little nubbin as Tristan’s cries echoed around them. Tristan was going out of his mind with sizzling pleasure.

“Oh fuck Damon… that feels so good.” He gasped brokenly.

Then Damon moved up to suck lightly at his neck, and Tristan cried out when Damon bit down on his skin, his teeth sank into the tender spot between his shoulder and neck, a painless hold that conveyed the rawness of his pleasure.

“Want to hear you come for me,” Damon said huskily.

Tristan closed his eyes and shuddered as Damon captured his mouth in a hot kiss. Damon’s fingers found and pinched at Tristan's nipple until his back arched, moaning helplessly into the kiss.

He screamed as pleasure seared through his body, washing from the point where Damon was sucking on his tongue, to where his fingers twisted his sensitive nipple, down to his thumb rubbing the head of his weeping cock, and finally, to the bite of that barbell at the tip of Damon’s cock on his prostate.

“Come for me, Baby.”

Tristan screamed Damon’s name and came hard, his hips bucking as he shot over Damon’s hand, not shooting as much, but the feeling much more intense. Damon didn’t relent on his stroking; he worked that cock as he kept slamming up into Tristan, lifting his head to stare into his eyes when his cries began to reach a crescendo.

Blissful shudders rolled through Tristan like waves. He waited until the last one had passed and sagged against Damon, burying his head in his neck. His third orgasm had Tristan weak as everything was wrung out of him. Damon thought he had fainted once again. Firm fingers tilted Tristan’s chin up and warm lips moved over him seductively. He responded immediately, his fingers coming around Damon’s neck. Damon could tell he was trying to gather whatever strength he had left to do so.

“Don’t faint on me now,” Damon murmured against those swollen lips.