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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
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“It’s something I can’t have, so watching’s almost like a punishment.”

Tristan’s expression softened. “You can have anything you want, Dylan. I’m more than happy to explore each and every one of your fantasies.” Tristan took his mouth in a blistering kiss. He opened under the assault, moaning as Tristan’s tongue slid against his. He tasted himself mixed with the alcohol he and Tristan had drunk earlier, and damn, it was a heady mix. Just the thought of what Tristan had done to him had him craving more. He took the initiative and deepened the kiss, searching and probing the farthest reaches of Tristan’s mouth.

Tristan was completely naked as he broke from the heated kiss and strolled to the bedside table on the other side of the bed. Dylan couldn’t tear his gaze from the tempting sight in front of him. His body vibrated from the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the promise of something he had wanted for so long completely within his grasp. Tristan dug around in the top drawer. Both men watched one another, then a suggestive grin slid across Tristan’s face as he pulled several packets and a bottle of lube from the drawer.

“In my haste to get you in my bed, I left the other ones outside on the deck table.” Tristan shut the drawer and crawled onto the bed, watching him the whole time.

“You’re too far away from me.” Tristan crooked his finger and motioned for him to come closer. The fire in Tristan’s gaze had Dylan’s body heating to the point of boiling. “You’re so beautiful, you have no idea how much I want you.” Dylan’s first reaction at hearing those words was to cover his erection, hide his need. He’d hidden his needs for so long that giving in to them now somehow seemed wrong. He was so fucking messed up in his head. It amazed him Tristan would even give him this time. No, he wouldn’t spend another second on this mental bullshit. Besides, how could giving in to his desires be wrong and yet feel so right at the same time?

“Don’t close up on me now,” Tristan said, crawling closer.

“This just seems so…” He didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words. He would have used the word surreal but it seemed too clichéd at the moment. The passion he found in Tristan’s eyes chased the doubt from his thoughts and made this experience so much more than his first fuck. Tristan was making this moment special and right, everything he’d dreamed of.

“Being here with you just makes everything so real.”

Tristan sat up on his knees and held out his hand. It took a moment, but Dylan joined him on the bed. Tristan took Dylan’s hand and poured the lube directly on his fingers. He turned around and placed the bottle close by, then spread his ass cheek to the side as he balanced on his knees.

“This is real and I’m all yours. Touch me,” Tristan growled.

Dylan could hardly wrap his mind around all the emotions coursing through him at the moment, but this was exactly what he’d always wanted. The man’s ass was pure perfection. He ran the tip of his trembling finger around Tristan’s rim, making sure there was plenty of lube before he pressed into Tristan’s ass. The warmth and tightness that greeted him constricted his balls, kicking up the beat of his heart. Dylan took his time, massaging the rim, exploring the contour and texture of that taut ring of muscle before he slid his slick hand along the crevice of Tristan’s ass and then back down again. He watched the muscles in Tristan’s back flex as he gently eased his finger past the rim, until his digit was completely inside the snug, warm confines of Tristan’s body.

Tristan stayed silent, except for quiet moans of encouragement. He lifted his knee as he lowered his head, and his fingers gripped the duvet. Dylan wasn’t entirely certain of everything to do to get a man ready for such a breach, so he winged it, doing a combination of massaging the rim and moving his finger slowly in and out. He’d had sex before, many times, but nothing prepared him for his feelings and emotions at his first sexual experience with a man.

He could feel Tristan loosening, the ring of muscle relaxing with his continued touch. He had the deep desire to use his tongue where his thumb worked. His mouth watered at the thought of licking at the tempting flesh, but he held off and added another digit, better stretching and working Tristan’s hot channel. He’d honestly never seen anything so beautiful as his fingers disappearing in and pulling out of Tristan’s body. The slight moans and small movement of Tristan’s hips encouraged him to keep going. He couldn’t believe how easy it was to be with this man. He should be nervous, but he couldn’t find it within himself to dredge up that now foreign emotion.

He pressed in and pulled out, over and over. Need and lust like none he’d ever known slammed into him the longer he watched this show in front of him. His cock ached with anticipation. He couldn’t ever remember needing to be buried in someone as much as he needed to feel this man’s warmth surrounding him.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me with your fingers.” Tristan groaned and pressed his ass back harder against Dylan’s hand.

Dylan searched out that knot with the tip of his finger. He wasn’t as experienced as Tristan but he knew all about the prostate. Tristan moaned again and shoved back harder against his hand. He’d finally found what he was looking for and curled his fingers, making sure he massaged that gland every time he entered Tristan’s body. God, he wanted nothing more than to give Tristan pleasure. Yes, this was technically his first time with a man, but he’d had his own fingers up his ass plenty and knew exactly how good it could feel. He twisted his fingers and Tristan bucked.


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