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)
Tristan’s head bobbed up and down on him, the friction his mouth created had him bucking up off the couch. Tristan moaned and played with his sac, knowing exactly what he was doing. Dylan realized at that moment he’d never tasted Tristan, only tasted himself on Tristan’s lips. He pulled back and held Tristan’s head in place, trying to stop him.
“Tristan,” he forced out and tried to move away.
Tristan pulled off his dick with an audible pop and looked up at him. “Are you okay?”
“More than, but I want to give you…I’ve never…” Dylan stopped the flow of words, hoping Tristan understood.
“Are you asking if you can suck my dick, Mr. Reeves?” Tristan’s brow lifted and a wicked glint flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips suggestively, wrapped a hand around Dylan’s cock, and stroked him slowly.
Dylan swallowed hard. “I want to suck you, but I don’t know if I can make you feel as good as you make me feel. I haven’t…you know…sucked anyone before.” His own embarrassment had him stumbling for the right words. He wasn’t sure how to even start, all he knew was he wanted to please Tristan.
“Right now, if you were to blow on my dick, I’d come,” Tristan laughed. “Seriously, that’s the hottest and sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I have an idea.” Tristan quit stroking him and stood to rid himself of his clothing before taking Dylan’s hand and leading him to the suite’s bedroom. Dylan watched in curiosity as Tristan moved to the other side of the room, grabbed the lube and condoms from his suitcase, and gave him that devilish smile.
“Let’s just say, I hoped there might be a small chance of you fucking me and I wanted to be prepared.” Tristan gave him a wink and moved to the bed. Dylan remained in the doorway as Tristan positioned himself in the middle of the bed and started shamelessly stroking his cock. What incredible visual stimulation. Fuck, he could watch that man fondling himself all day long. Dylan’s mouth watered as he thought over what he was about to do. He was nervous about pleasing Tristan, but excited too.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Tristan’s voice pulled him back down to earth.
Dylan nodded and made his way to the bed. He didn’t stand at the bedside long because Tristan reached up with his free hand and tugged Dylan down beside him. Tristan ran his fingers around the head of his own prick, gathering the wetness from the tip, and brought his fingers to Dylan’s lips.
“Taste me, Dylan.” Tristan’s steel gray eyes bore into him and that deep voice vibrated through his body, making his dick twitch in response.
Dylan licked the moisture from Tristan’s fingers then sucked them into his mouth. Tristan’s taste wasn’t much different than his own, sweeter perhaps.
“God, that’s so fucking hot,” Tristan growled, removing his fingers, then took his mouth in a kiss. Dylan melted against Tristan. Had he really believed there was any chance in hell he could have resisted Tristan tonight? The kiss grew deeper. Tongues, lips, and teeth met in a frenzy of heated moans. Their hands roamed and stroked one another. Dylan ground his dick against Tristan’s hard length, searching for relief.
“In my mouth,” Dylan panted, breaking from the kiss. He grabbed Tristan’s cock, stroking him as he kissed along his jaw and down his chest and stomach. Tristan groaned.
“Wait, turn around, crawl on top of me and put your knees on either side of my shoulders.”
He watched Tristan move down farther on the bed, then did exactly what Tristan suggested and straddled his face. He was on his knees, legs spread on either side of Tristan’s head. Tristan slapped his butt and guided him into position, nuzzling his balls in the process. At first, he felt a little self-conscious, but the things Tristan kept doing with his mouth and fingers overrode the embarrassment.
Strong, sure fingers caressed him and stroked him. “You’re in control; take it as slow as you want. I’m so going to enjoy this.” Tristan propped himself up. He lifted his head and parted Dylan’s ass cheeks and then began to lick around his rim with his warm and moist and very persistent tongue.
“Oh, fuck that feels amazing.” Dylan sat back and let Tristan do what he wanted, because it felt so damn incredible. For a split second, he’d almost forgotten his mission at hand.
Dylan gathered his wits after a minute or two of enjoying Tristan’s wicked tongue and fingers. He bent, leaning all the way forward, and grabbed Tristan’s dick in his hand, giving him a few solid strokes. Tristan was hard as hell and it was all for him. His dick jerked at the thought. He lowered himself to his forearm, admiring Tristan’s nice, thick cut cock as it got closer.
Dylan stuck his tongue out for a taste and lapped at the moisture building at the tip. Tristan’s essence burst across his mouth. He tasted of salt and Tristan. There was no doubt he could become addicted. The smell of him, like citrus and sweet summer rain. The feel of him, hard steel wrapped in soft velvet, pressed against his tongue. Dylan teased the head of Tristan’s cock with his lips, then took in as much of him as he could without triggering his gag reflex.
Dylan had a hard time concentrating with Tristan mouthing at his balls. He slid his lips over Tristan and heard him groan. Dylan bobbed his head careful not to take him too deep. He curled his tongue around Tristan’s cock. He liked it when Tristan did that to him, so surely Tristan would like it too.
“You’re perfect, Dylan,” Tristan said breathlessly and started to stroke him. Dylan sucked him to the rhythm set by Tristan’s fist. He was getting braver, taking him deeper each time, trying to imitate all the things Tristan had done to him. Sliding up and down, swirling his tongue around Tristan’s tip, while using his hand to stroke his shaft.