Chapter 31: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Sister love!

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Damon broke off the kiss and leaned his forehead against Tristan’s, breathing hard. Tristan’s eyes struggled to open as a whimper of protest escaped him. His face was flushed and he was heavily aroused.

“That was so hot!” Tracy exclaimed.

“Told ya.” Adriana grinned watching the two who were trying very hard to calm down. “You should have seen mum and dad’s faces last night. Especially dad’s.”

“If just a kiss can be this…” Tracy started.

“Ladies, we’re still here you know,” Damon said with a groan. “A little privacy please.” He wasn’t about to adjust himself in front of these perverts. God knows he was as hard as nails.

“As I said earlier, get a room.” Adriana retorted, with a naughty grin on her face, her arms crossed under her breasts.

“Come on Addie.” Tracy took hold of Adriana’s hand and pulled her after her. “Let’s go plan your wedding and leave these two love birds alone. See you later guys.” She threw over her shoulder to the two who were still holding on to each other.

“Shit!” Damon swore, reaching down to adjust himself, his eyes smoldering. “See what you do to me, Tris?”

"Damon…?” Tristan whispered. “Need you so fucking much. I want…” He looked up at Damon and lost his train of thought when he saw the longing and heated arousal in his eyes. That look sent a sweet jolt of desire straight to Tristan’s straining cock.

“What do you want baby?” Damon rasped in a husky whisper causing Tristan’s belly to quiver with need.

“I want a fuck with you fully dressed like you are now,” Tristan whispered against his lips. “I’ve wanted that since that day in the restroom. Can we…”

“Tristan, you must be sore. Maybe another time. Not today.” Damon said huskily, though he was so hard and would have loved nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside Tristan that very moment.

“Are we back to deciding what is best for me Damon?” Tristan pulled away, his eyes flashing with mild irritation.

Damon froze.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” Tristan quickly said going up on his toes to drop a kiss on Damon’s lips.

Damon sighed, then ran a hand over his close-cut hair in frustration. “Are you ever going to forgive me, Tris?” He asked with a heavy heart. Tristan was obviously still holding a grudge.

“I have already forgiven you, Damon.” Tristan’s expression sobered. “I said I was sorry.”

“Come on.” Damon took his hand and led him out of the house to his car, a sleek metallic black chauffeur-driven Mercedes-Benz S600 Pullman.

“How many cars do you own Damon?” Tristan stopped to stare at the car. It was beautiful.

Damon didn’t answer him but rather turned to the driver who was holding the back door open for them. Tristan remembered seeing him in Damon’s house the night he had slept over.

“Take us back to the office Mark,” Damon told a smiling Mark.

“Okay, Damon. Hi Tristan.” Mark turned to look at Tristan.

“Hey, Mark.” Tristan greeted back, getting into the car. Damon went around and got in through the other side.

He was quiet throughout the drive, his expression, unreadable. Tristan watched him rub a hand over his face tiredly and his heart went out to him. Damon was obviously tired because apart from the fact that he hadn’t had any sleep the night before, he had to go to the office early. And now thanks to him, Damon was obviously upset. Tristan kept cursing his big mouth for passing that comment.

“Damon…” Tristan started but for once, didn’t know what to say.

Damon turned to look at Tristan and his heart melted at the little-boy-lost expression on Tristan’s face. He sighed and took his hand in his large ones.

“It’s okay Tris. You’re human. I can’t expect you to forget what happened, how deeply l hurt you, how that felt and forgive me overnight. I understand.” Damon said quietly.

But the ache in his chest intensified. Were they ever going to get past what happened? He did hurt Tristan with his actions. He just didn’t know what to do to get them back to where they were before he had acted so stupidly.

When they got to Damon’s plush office building, they walked swiftly to his private elevator and got on after Damon had punched in a code. Damon’s face gave nothing away, his guard up and impenetrable. His phone rang just as the elevator started moving and he started talking to someone about some shipments. Tristan took the opportunity to ogle him without making his infatuation blatantly obvious. Damon was looking so suave and dashing and hot he wanted to jump him right there in the elevator. He remembered the last time they had ridden on an elevator together and what had happened.

The memories flooded Tristan’s mind with so many erotic sensations that he gasped. Damon looked up into his eyes and just knew. Tristan’s eyes were dilated, filled with so much lust Damon felt an answering pull, felt the surging lust, the need, thundering through his blood, through his very being. When he saw Tristan’s tongue come out to lick his lips, he just had to taste those lips.

“Hold on Tim.” He said to whoever he was talking to and closed the distance between him and Tristan, then he tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over his.

Tristan moaned as Damon dipped his tongue inside, tasting him in long leisurely licks. He melted at the feel of Damon’s tongue stroking slow and sweet over his. He pulled on Damon’s head, directing his mouth over his. Damon growled, deepening the kiss, stroking his tongue with lush slides of his own. Damon’s mouth moved to Tristan’s neck, his tongue trailing down his neck to suck at the hollow at the base of his throat. Moaning sexily and shivering with need, Tristan arched his neck, offering it up to Damon’s lips.

The elevator car slowed to a stop on the twentieth floor and the doors opened. The ping of the elevator opening interrupted them and both groaned in frustration.

“Christ, you drive me crazy.” Damon breathed huskily into Tristan’s ear, shoving his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. “What’s with you and elevators anyway?”

“I could ask you the same.” Tristan retorted in a voice he could hardly tell was his own.

Damon chuckled. “Come on.” He stepped back and started talking to whoever had been put on hold.