Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“You’re a big boy, Mr. Reeves.” Tristan grinned and gave a long slow tug on the cock in his hand, sliding from tip to base and back again. Tristan slid his thumb around the slit, briefly dipping his nail into the small opening. Dylan squirmed and hissed a needy breath, his eyes glazed over as he gripped the rail behind him.
Tristan licked his lips and reached for Dylan’s sac; he tugged and pressed, rolling the soft tender skin in his palm, fondling his balls. “Shit, Tristan.” The desperation he heard in Dylan’s voice let him know that he was close to coming. He obviously hadn’t lied when he said it had been a while. So Tristan firmed his grip, fisting Dylan even tighter.
“Hold it for me, Dylan, as long as you can.” Tristan kissed Dylan’s weeping head then opened his mouth wide, sliding Dylan all the way in. The grip on his hair tightened to painful degrees. Tristan continued to work Dylan’s balls, tenderly manipulating them in his hand. He slid Dylan slowly out of his mouth, flattening his tongue against the underside before curling around the tip and sucking lightly. This time he took him all, opening his throat, loosening his jaw. Pre-come coated his tongue and Dylan’s essence dominated his senses. Unintelligible words came from the space above him as Dylan tried to push away. Tristan grabbed on to his ass, digging his fingers deep into that firm flesh, and kept him buried in his mouth, sucking and working his tongue in rhythm along Dylan’s length.
“I’m coming,” Dylan shouted and tried again to move away from him. Tristan held tight and swallowed deeper, urging him to let go. He moaned around Dylan’s cock as the salty release filled his mouth and coated his tongue. Tonight, he craved anything and everything this man was willing to give him. Dylan’s knees buckled when he began to lick him clean.
Tristan ran his tongue along the shaft before he reached out to steady him and stood, only after finishing his task. Tristan drew Dylan to him, holding him close as the man panted against his shoulder. Minutes passed, neither said a word, only their heavy breathing occupied the space around them. Running a soothing hand up and down his back, Tristan pressed his lips to the pulsing vein in his neck. Dylan’s hold slowly tightened around him. The steady heartbeat under his lips started to even out, along with his breathing.
“I tried to pull away,” Dylan whispered into his T-shirt.
“I didn’t want you to,” Tristan replied. Dylan was silent for several long seconds.
“That might have been the best of my life,” Dylan confided sweetly, turning his head where his warm breath skimmed along Tristan’s neck and jawline. He liked that feeling and held him tighter if that were even possible. “Do you always swallow?”
“Not always, but I wanted to with you,” Tristan answered quietly, watching the waves roll across the water. He couldn’t remember ever doing this before. Standing fully clothed, content to just hold a man, being totally in the moment with him, while staring out into the ocean. He ran a hand up Dylan’s spine into his hair. “What did you think? Was it different or the same?”
“Different. Most definitely different,” Dylan responded, then lifted his head. “It was amazing and I… It’s just been a long time.” Dylan’s voice dropped. Tristan could tell the nerves were back.
“You don’t have to explain anything. I get it. I wouldn’t have lasted that long if I’d gone without as long as you.” Tristan kissed the top of Dylan’s head.
“You still have your clothes on,” Dylan pointed out.
“You could take them off me.” Tristan grinned.
“You’d have to loosen your hold.” Dylan chuckled and leaned back, giving him a lazy, sated smile. Damn, he loved that he’d put that smile there.
“I don’t think I’m willing to let you go, Mr. Reeves. You feel good against me.” Dylan grinned at the words and rested his forehead back on Tristan’s shoulder. Tristan held him there, running his fingers through his silky hair. Dylan casually slid his hands under the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head, carelessly tossing the shirt aside. Their chests were bare and the cool night air blew across his heated skin. Dylan was bolder now and palmed his ass, pulling him closer. From the feel of things, he’d already begun to stir back to life. “So do you want to do the honors or should I?”
“Do you normally bottom?” Dylan asked after a moment’s pause. The look on his face said he’d not been sure.
“Tonight’s different.” Tristan softly kissed those perfect lips.
Dylan’s pupils were huge as he looked him straight in the eyes, need and longing reflected back at him. Damn, this man was pushing his way so far inside his heart. He could see the struggle he was going to have when the time came for him to let go. Leo had been right—Dylan Reeves was definitely a keeper.
“Out here on the deck or in the house?” Tristan finally asked.
“I’d feel more comfortable inside,” Dylan answered honestly.
“Then let’s go.” Tristan took Dylan’s hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.
Dylan lay wrapped in the security of Tristan’s arms. The scent, the touch, the feel of the other man enveloped him and brought something foreign to the surface of his soul. Dylan had never felt more alive than in this moment. Wanting a connection like this for so long and then being tempted with everything he’d ever dreamed of scared him, but at the same time excited him beyond words.
“Do you watch porn?” Tristan questioned, his breath swirling in little puffs across Dylan’s lips. He fumbled with the buttons on Tristan’s jeans.
“I don’t watch it on a regular basis,” Dylan answered. Damn, he couldn’t get his hands on Tristan fast enough. He shoved against the material separating him from Tristan’s warmth.
“Why?” Tristan helped by pushing his pants down his legs and stepping out of them in the middle of the floor. Tristan guided him toward the bed.