Chapter 39: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter… MY arse, MY choice!

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Both men were breathing hard, as the pool table shook under Damon's thrusts. Balls fell over the sides to the floor and Tristan's cries echoed off the walls. Prince’s ‘Do Me Baby’ blasted from the speakers getting both men even more worked up. Damon continued to fuck him hard and fast, his muscles rippling beneath his t-shirt as he kept pushing in and pulling out of that divine heat. That tightness was consuming Damon and swallowing him whole.

“God, you fucking feel so good.” Damon hissed when Tristan tightened around him. He pulled out and slowly sank back in, his hand going around to stroke Tristan’s cock. “I can never get enough of you baby.”

The cock slamming into him, the hand on his cock, and Damon's sexy voice whispering sweet nothings, sent Tristan careening over the edge. He screamed Damon's name again and again and came in long spurts all over the other man's hand and on the side of the table.

When Tristan's muscles clamped tight around his cock, Damon knew it was over. His eyes went wide as he came hard, chanting Tristan's name like a prayer. He rode out his orgasm and then slumped down against Tristan's back.

“Holy shit,” Damon gasped.

Tristan wasn't saying much. He was trying to regain a portion of his senses. That had been so powerful, he was still seeing stars.

“Are you okay?” Damon murmured, dropping tiny kisses on Tristan’s neck.

“Mmm,” Tristan murmured.

Damon chuckled. “Are you alive?”

“Barely. That was fucking brilliant, love.” Tristan murmured.

Damon straightened up and gently pulled out of Tristan drawing a moan from him. Then he turned Tristan to face him and almost came again at the look on Tristan’s face. He decided that there was never a better sight in the world than a post-orgasmic Tristan Thomas. He looked totally fucked, his green eyes glowing with contentment.

Damon sucked his own bottom lip into his mouth and then broke into that heartbreaking grin.

“God, I love you.” He whispered.

“I know,” Tristan replied cockily, leaning against the pool table. He couldn’t stand as his legs felt too shaky to hold him up.

Damon’s grin turned devilish. “Well if I’m going to get this anytime I want, then I’m stuck for life.” He drawled, drawing Tristan into his arms.

“Needy bastard!” Tristan laughed, moving willingly into Damon’s arms to kiss him lingeringly.

Damon touched Tristan’s face. It was a curiously gentle gesture, his fingertips sliding over his cheek as though he enjoyed the touch of his skin. Then he remembered what Tristan had done.

“Why did you do that?” Damon asked quietly.

Tristan didn’t need to ask what Damon was talking about. He knew it would come up. “Because,” He pressed his cheek against Damon’s chest, settling himself in his arms, “I just wanted you inside me. I didn’t want to wait one more second.”

“Tris…” Damon groaned. “You have to be sore now. That was a shitty thing to do.”

“My arse, my choice,” Tristan murmured.

“Oh yeah?” Damon drawled. “Turn around and bend over the table, Tristan.”

“What?” Tristan’s head came up and he looked into Damon’s eyes trying to understand what he meant.

“You heard me.” A gleam entered Damon’s eyes and he licked his lips. “Do it.”

Tristan turned around and did as he was told, turning a dark shade of red as he could picture how he must look like to Damon that very moment, with Damon’s cum pouring out of his well-used hole.

When he felt Damon spread his cheeks, he groaned with mortification.

“Damon…”

What he felt next was so unexpected, Tristan cried out and arched his back. Something slick and wet skated over his hole. It felt soothing, wonderful, erotic, and fucking mind-blowing.

“Jesus, Damon.”

Damon flicked his tongue over Tristan’s twitching hole, tasting himself. He licked, circled, and penetrated his entrance, dipping inside again and again. Tristan gasped for air as Damon continued to tongue-fuck him, losing himself in the exquisite sensation of Damon’s masterful rimming. He shuddered, harsh groans tumbling from his lips as Damon gripped his hips and pulled him back onto his stiffened tongue. Tristan had never been this hard and ready to cum so fast after an orgasm. The mere thought of Damon tasting himself whilst pleasuring him was enough to send him over the edge.

“Oh God, Damon…” Tristan panted. “I-I…” He shot off like a fucking rocket, spraying the table again for the second time that evening. His orgasm hit him like a runaway freight train. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through his body as his cock pulsed, his body shaking uncontrollably as his seed poured from him.

Tristan’s orgasm was so unexpected and intense that he got overwhelmed with emotions and had to try to keep himself from crying like a girl. His body shook with the aftershocks going through him and irrepressible tears gathered in his eyes. Damon somehow felt the change in Tristan and quickly stood up. He pulled Tristan up and turned him around to face him.

“Shit!” Damon swore when he saw the tears that had gathered on Tristan’s long lashes and reached out to brush away a stray tear that had fallen. He could take anything, anything, but tears falling from those green eyes he loved so much. “Tris?”

Tristan looked up into worried blue eyes and smiled tremulously. “I …that was beautiful…” he whispered as the emotions running through him at that moment made it impossible to say more.

“Oh, baby,” Damon whispered. And then Tristan was being gathered into strong arms, an embrace he never wanted to end.

Then Damon was kissing him, wet and fierce, biting and tearing at his lips. With a moan, Tristan opened up to the kiss, letting his tongue snake between Damon’s lips, tasting cum and cherry flavoured lube on Damon. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Damon broke away from Tristan’s lips to trail kisses down the side of his neck.

“MY arse, MY choice,” Damon growled into Tristan’s ear.

Tristan laughed softly. “I love you, Damon Reid,” he whispered.

“Love you back,” Damon whispered right back.