Chapter 32: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…A visit to the office!

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When they exited the car, Tristan spotted Lisa, Damon’s executive assistant at her desk. He remembered the last time he was in this particular office and how he had to rush out barely keeping his tears at bay. He hoped he didn’t look too flustered. Damon could kiss! Damn.

Lisa’s dark hair fell in thick waves around her shoulders, and a wide smile graced her full glossy red lips when she looked up and saw Tristan. He looked even hotter than she remembered. With those swollen kissable lips and sexy outfit, Lisa thought Tristan simply looked fuckable.

“Hey,” she greeted Tristan, ignoring Damon who was still on his phone. She looked chic in black slacks and a pale blue silk shirt. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as she came out from around her desk towards them. “How are you doing Tristan?”

“I’m good Lisa. How about you?” Tristan asked.

“Not too happy with you. You actually came into this building for a meeting last week and couldn’t even stop by to say hi.” She pouted prettily.

“I’m so sorry. How about I make it up to you one of these days huh? Lunch?” Tristan gave her a dazzling smile. Lisa didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh, I’d love that. Just let me know when.”

“Will do that.” Tristan grinned.

“Why is he back here by the way? He did say he was taking the rest of the day off.”

Lisa turned to look in the direction of Damon’s office with a thoughtful look on her face. Her eyebrows shot up in a silent question when the entire glass panel that made up Damon’s office frosted up. Lisa turned to look at Tristan who only gave a noncommittal shrug, trying not to laugh. He didn’t really know what Damon was up to but could hazard a good guess.

Damon stepped out of his office. He had obviously finished his call.

“You off to lunch?” He addressed Lisa.

“Yes, Damon. May I ask what you’re doing back here?” She stared at her boss.

“No, you may not. And when you get back, please don’t disturb us.” Maintaining a serious look, Damon crooked a finger at Tristan motioning him over to him.

“I’ll get in touch Lisa. Enjoy your lunch.” With that Tristan left a stunned Lisa staring after him as he made his way to Damon’s office.

Damon was behind his desk looking like the powerful business tycoon that he was. After Tristan closed the door he saw Damon press a button on his desk and a click could be heard, signaling that they had been locked in. The lightening in the office dimmed a notch and low jazz music filled the office. Tristan looked around nervously. Damon’s office was huge. He had obviously been too troubled the last time he was in the office to notice. The current ambiance screamed sex. Tristan got hard so fast it hurt. Damon came around the desk and sat on the edge, his legs spread apart and his arms crossed over his chest. He was staring at Tristan with a smoldering look in his eyes.

“Strip.” Just one word. But the command behind it was unmistakable.

“Damon…” Tristan groaned in protest. That didn’t however stop his engorged cock from leaking like a faucet.

But Damon merely shook his head at him, looking all serious. Tristan wanted him in his formal get-up. Well, he was going to throw in the setting that went with the get-up as well. And what better place to fuck him in his suit than his office?

“Go on. I don’t have all day.” Damon said sternly.

“Damon, not like this, please. You’re angry.” Tristan said quietly.

Damon looked at Tristan with those intensely blue eyes, his piercing gaze so intense that Tristan almost looked away. Then with his eyes still locked on Tristan’s face, Damon reached for the fly of his slacks, and without unbuckling his belt, slowly eased down the zipper. He deftly reached inside the opening and brought out his huge pulsing cock. He was so hard, like stone, and so damn hot.

With his feet planted wide, Damon caressed his beautiful cock with long, slow strokes.

“Oh, my god,” Tristan breathed, swallowing deeply – his throat felt dry as he tingled like mad.

“Do I look angry to you?” Damon asked stroking the wide head of his cock, teasingly playing with the barbell in his piercing.

“Damon…” Tristan’s knees almost gave out under him. He had never seen anything so blatantly erotic. With a heavy-lidded gaze, like he wanted to eat Damon alive, Tristan watched Damon stroke himself. He licked his lips which had suddenly gone dry, drawing a groan from Damon. If only those lips were his dick…

“See something you like?” Damon husked.

With trembling limbs, Tristan stripped.

After stripping, Tristan dropped his clothes on the arm of the chair closest to him, and stood up straight, his stiff cock angling up toward his navel in salute. He looked edible. Damon’s mouth damn near watered with the anticipation of tasting Tristan’s sexy aroused body. His pulse shot off the scale and his breath quickened.

"Last chance to back out Tris.” He husked, his sultry gaze roaming over Tristan’s body. “Don't think I can be gentle right now."

“I want your cock inside me Damon. Fucking me deep and fast.” He said softly, trembling with need as longing seared his veins. “I need this.” He finished in a whisper.

His words shot fire through Damon. “Holy God, Tristan,” he rasped. “You’re killing me, talking like that. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll be lucky if you can walk straight in the morning.”

“Bring it on.” Tristan challenged. He knew he was going to be fucked senseless and he wanted that with everything in his soul. He gritted his teeth, restraining himself from begging for it.

Damon held Tristan’s gaze, amazed at the heat, hunger, and determination blazing in those green eyes. With an answering fire in his eyes, he moved towards Tristan till his body was flush against his. He held the sides of his head and lowered his lips to kiss him hard, loving the feel of his hard leaking cock rubbing against Tristan’s naked flesh. Tristan kissed him back, hard and eager, both battling for supremacy. Their tongues tangled together, both moaning deep in their throats. Damon’s hands were tight in Tristan’s hair, holding him to him, both moaning their need.