Chapter 26: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Blissed out!

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And Damon did just that. He placed a palm on the wall behind Tristan’s head, pulled out till only the head of his cock remained inside Tristan, and thrust, plunged in hard. He fucked Tristan with fast deep strokes, and he could feel Tristan's arse clenching around him. Tristan slammed his lips on Damon’s, his tongue devouring his mouth.

Damon kept a smooth, hard rhythm as he thrust in and out of him. Each stroke stretched and filled him. Tristan’s head tossed and his body shuddered. He grunted and gasped for air as Damon set up a brutal rhythm, nailing his prostate with that metal at the head of his cock. He could feel the heat building inside his stomach, knotting his muscles. His channel clamped down on Damon’s cock, milking it, demanding his release as he felt a harder, stronger orgasm building inside his own body.

He threw his head back, banging into the wall. Damon’s deep strokes had him crying out for ease. Nothing compared to the satisfaction Damon was giving. The intensity of the fucking was making both of them soar higher and higher. Their combined groans and sighs of pleasure filled the room.

“I could have lost you,” Damon groaned, his voice ragged, harsh. He buried his head in Tristan’s neck as he continued to pound into him. “God help me, Tristan, I can’t lose you.” His voice cracked gruffly.

Tristan was overwhelmed by the intensity of emotion in Damon’s voice. It drove him into a passion as natural and as deep as love itself. Tears filled his eyes and spilled over. Damon was moving faster, harder, his hips pistoning in and out. His mouth went to Tristan’s neck and started sucking up a mark on his neck. It was a wild ride, and Damon knew it couldn’t last long. They were both too far gone. He was groaning with hoarse pleasure with each thrust.

“Ah, Tris, you are mine,” Damon growled in Tristan’s ear, thrusting deep.

“Yours,” Tristan murmured in a lust-choked voice.

That one word from Tristan was Damon’s undoing. With a groan he slammed his cock up inside Tristan and began to piston hard and fast, his tongue tracing the outer edge of Tristan’s ear and then plunging inside. Tristan emitted a sputtering cry.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," Tristan whined. He was making incoherent sounds that even he didn't understand. He made noises that were primal and desperate and full of need. Damon thought they were the loveliest sounds ever. He reveled in them.

Then Damon shifted his hold on Tristan, hoisting him up, moving first one arm and then the other until he was holding him under his thighs. Then he adjusted his angle. Tristan’s breath hitched, mouth falling open as his head fell back. That barbell was biting directly onto his button, causing an intense pleasure, which was turning into a full roaring inferno, higher and higher with every thrust. His prick which was trapped between them was getting just enough friction, but not enough to come...fuck! He tightened around Damon, squeezing.

And just like that, Damon’s whole body jerked hard, then shuddered as his orgasm hit without warning.

"Oh fuck, gonna come–" Damon barely got the words out before he was shooting his warm cum into Tristan even as he kept fucking him with long thrusts that left Tristan shaking and whimpering uncontrollably. Damon moaned as he shot, unable to think of anything other than the sweet feeling that washed over him.

“Oh, shit!” Damon growled, his head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon.

Pure molten ecstasy radiated from inside where Damon spilled his heat and the back of Tristan’s head met the wall with a thud as Damon pushed deeper onto his prostate, reached between them to grasp his cock, and dipped his head to take one erect nipple between his teeth. It was too much. Tristan reached up and buried his fingers in Damon’s hair, holding his head in place.

His eyes lost focus and drifted shut, his face slack. What little thread of control he had, snapped. He completely lost it. He was writhing, begging with his body, his orgasm building like white heat. His muscles began to jerk as Damon gave his cock a few swift firm strokes of his hand. He felt his cock swelled, knew he was going to shoot his load and couldn’t do a damn thing about it; couldn’t control the thick spurts of creamy semen that shot from his cock to land in gleaming streams between them; he couldn’t control the intensity of feeling flooding him.

He screamed.

***

Below, Tristan’s scream was clearly heard. His parents and Adriana were following the news on TV. Caleb stiffened and moved to get up, his glance going to the stairs but his wife held him down with a chuckle.

“He’ll be fine Honey. He’s not a child,” she informed him with a smile. “You may as well get used to it now.”

Caleb turned to her with a frown. “He is my child,” he muttered softening.

“Now who’s being overprotective?” Stephanie teased. “He’s in good hands. Relax.”

Adriana couldn’t help the smile the spread across her face. Her baby brother was such a slut. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Damon obviously rocked his world. Most importantly, he was alive. What else could she ask for? She moved to sit beside her dad and laid her head on his shoulder. Paul had already left, wanting to give the family some privacy.

“He’s alive and happy Daddy. That’s all that matters.”

“That Paul had better treat you well pumpkin.” He hugged her close.

Mother and daughter couldn’t help the delightful laughter that bubbled out of them.