Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Damn, you’re hot, Tristan,” Dylan moaned.
He kept his eyes on Dylan, never breaking their hold and sucked Dylan down to the root, swallowing around him. Dylan thrust his hips forward, causing water to splash from the tub. He loosened his jaw and let Dylan slowly fuck his mouth. Dylan moved his hands to his head and pushed him back.
“You have to stop or I’m gonna come right here and I don’t want to, not yet.”
Dylan lowered, resting his full weight on him. In this position, their dicks rubbed together in the water. Tristan took them both in hand and started to stroke.
“You’ll be coming again tonight. I promise.” He lifted his head and grazed Dylan’s lips with his. The kiss deepened and his grip tightened on both of them.
Dylan’s mouth slid over his collarbone as he whispered the sweet words, “I want you…need you inside me.”
“Not here. I want you in my bed.” He needed a condom. He broke free and stood, knowing if he didn’t break this contact, they’d never make it to the bed. He stepped from the tub and took Dylan’s hand, helping him out. He reached for a towel and tenderly dried him off, then himself before he led him to the bedroom. The candles had burned down, but their scent remained and the messed up bed looked warm and inviting. He laid Dylan back on the rumpled comforter and crawled over him, kissing and caressing any part of him he could reach.
He kissed then sucked the soft skin below Dylan’s ear and mouthed his way down his neck, marking him with tiny love bites. He ran his tongue across Dylan’s collarbone, tasting the coconut body wash on his skin. Tristan circled Dylan’s nipples with his tongue then nipped and licked at the tightening buds, earning a deep moan from that move. He wrapped a fist around Dylan’s length giving him long, slow strokes. Dylan arched into his fist when he pressed his thumb over the slit, then rubbed back and forth spreading the come across his bulbous head.
“I need you,” Dylan said.
Tristan sat up and reached for the table by the bed. Dylan’s thighs fell to the side, his body open and on display for him. The sight had Tristan’s cock leaking. He took the lube from the nightstand where they had left it earlier and laid the bottle beside them on the bed.
He pushed Dylan’s legs back, exposing his hole, and settled himself against his lover’s ass. After he drizzled lube on his fingers, he pressed one inside Dylan, making sure he was good and slick before he started working him.
Dylan let out a long groan as he teased his rim, sliding his finger in and out of Dylan’s ass. Adding a second, he started scissoring them, dragging them against the gland. Dylan writhed against his hand.
“Please, Tristan, you’re making me crazy. Make love to me,” Dylan pleaded. Tristan eased his fingers out and reached down beside him, picked up the condom and rolled it on.
“Let me roll over,” Dylan said and made an attempt to turn to his stomach.
“No, I want to see your face when I make love to you, because that’s what I’m doing Dylan. I’m making love to you.”
He kept his eyes locked with Dylan’s as he lined himself up and pressed the tip of his cock against his lover’s entrance. He pushed forward, sinking into that tight heat an inch at a time. He pushed in slow and pulled out even slower. Dylan’s blue eyes remained on his, and he couldn’t help but get lost in their depths.
“So tight and so hot. You’re killing me,” he groaned, loving the way Dylan’s body squeezed him perfectly. He pressed his mouth to Dylan’s full lips, still swollen from his kiss. Dylan opened for him, and he pushed his tongue inside, searching for Dylan’s. Their tongues brushed and tangled as he probed and explored Dylan’s mouth.
Tristan set a solid, unhurried pace as he made love to Dylan. Dylan’s legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. He pushed one leg back and rolled his hips into Dylan. The feeling was amazing and Tristan couldn’t help but smile when Dylan moaned into his mouth. Tristan moved slowly inside Dylan, needing to draw out their pleasure. He shifted to the side and held Dylan’s calf, pushing it back against his chest.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Dylan chanted when he changed the angle of his thrust, driving into that spot over and over again with every snap of his hips.
Tristan sped up, burying himself in Dylan with strong, deep, lingering thrusts. Heat built at the base of Tristan’s spine and engulfed his body in warmth. He was close. This moment with Dylan was so tender, so right. He never wanted it to end.
“Yes, Tristan…” Dylan gasped, his body tensed and his ass clamped down on Tristan. Hot come splattered on Dylan’s chest and stomach as Tristan continued to thrust into him. The sweet smell of Dylan’s release surrounded him. Tristan couldn’t thrust deep enough, wanting to crawl deeper into this man. He was soaring. His own orgasm surged through his body and filled the condom in Dylan’s ass.
He bent his head and pressed his lips to Dylan’s. Softly, tenderly their mouths worked together. Tristan was still riding out the most intense orgasm of his life. This was something he’d never done or felt before. He was truly making love to Dylan.
They held each other, kissing deeply, hungrily, eating at each other’s mouth as their bodies moved slowly together. Tristan softened and slipped out. He remained on Dylan’s chest where he’d collapsed. The come cooled on their skin as they lay there softly caressing one another, still coming down off their high. No words were uttered. They didn’t need to be. Tristan knew at that moment, at least for him, there was no going back, everything changed.
Tristan didn’t know how much time had passed or how long they had lain there. He could spend all night wrapped in Dylan’s arms like this. After he had cleaned them, they ended up curled around each other, neither wanting to let the other go. He was so out of his element, yet it felt like the most natural thing on the planet. Tristan nuzzled into Dylan’s hair and kissed the top of his head. He pulled Dylan tighter against him. Dylan reached over to make sure they were completely covered before settling back, pressed head to toe against Tristan. A few minutes passed before Tristan whispered into the dark.