Chapter 21: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Never again!

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A hot palm cupped his balls and Damon threw his head back, his lips parting to let out a silent scream. He thrust into Tristan’s palm, fiery heat flooding his body. He knew Tristan wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Knew he had to stop him, but Damon didn’t have the willpower to bring himself to do that. He couldn’t have stopped Tristan even if his life had depended on it.

“Are you thinking about her now? Maya? Look at me, Damon.”

Damon did as commanded, opening his eyes to stare at Tristan. His blue eyes, filled with passion, clashed with Tristan’s green ones, which were so…cold. What had he done to Tristan? Where did all the fire that filled those eyes just a few days ago go?

“I gave you my heart and body and what did you do? Trampled upon it. Now you have the fucking nerve to come in here and expect me to fall into your arms?” His lower lip trembled. He knew he was not far from breaking down. But he was determined not to give Damon that satisfaction. He went down on his knees, opened his mouth, and swallowed Damon down.

Damon had to shove his hand in his mouth to keep from screaming.

He couldn’t breathe under the onslaught of pleasure. Tristan had never been able to take him into his throat like that before. No one ever had. Damon’s heart rate accelerated out of control. He was going out of his mind. When the hell did he learn to do that? Didn't matter, all that mattered was the wet heat of Tristan’s mouth and the way he was swallowing around the head of his cock. Bracing his hands on the vanity, he watched as Tristan bobbed, taking his cock into the back of his throat. Those lips stretched around his thickness was simply amazing and the pleasure from it stripped his control.

Tristan heard Damon hiss with pleasure as he took him into his mouth and bobbed his head, taking him in even deeper, sucking hard, feeling the thick cock hit the roof of his mouth before sliding back to hit his throat. His eyes watered. Shit, he was huge! But he didn’t stop. His cheeks hollowed as he found a rhythm, taking him as deep as he could. He needed to give Damon this, needed to watch him come apart in his hands one last time, needed to remind Damon what exactly he was missing. His own prick was hard and throbbing inside his jeans, aching to be touched. He ignored it.

“God Tris.” Damon panted. Tristan hummed his response and the vibrations ran down his length and tickled his spine, drawing up his balls. Damon almost came on the spot. He thrust into Tristan’s mouth, his hips moving without any conscious effort. Tristan gagged.

Tristan released him with a slurping popping sound, working him with his hands as he spoke, never breaking eye contact. “Am I doing okay? Am I pleasing you?” Face red, eyes wide and wet, Tristan smiled innocently, as though he didn’t know he was driving Damon out of his fucking mind. Shit, he never thought he could ever be able to take Damon down his throat. He had to take it out so he could breathe.

“Don’t stop. Please!” Tristan heard the whispered plea. He stared into blue eyes that glittered with lust and tenderness, eyelids that had grown heavy as if Damon was drunk on pleasure. He had a feeling Damon thought he was going to leave him with no relief.

“Do you want to come down my throat and watch me swallow?” He shifted, taking Damon inside again. This time Damon cried out.

He bucked as Tristan’s throat contracted around him. Harsh groans filled the restroom as he rammed himself down Tristan’s throat, again and again, fighting for control but not succeeding. Tristan took him almost to the base of his cock, and his tongue worked faster, tracing just under the head of his cock, over the pierced tip, and pressing into the tiny slit. Damon whimpered as his fingers sank into Tristan’s bangs and they stared each other down, neither willing to look away as Tristan pleasured him. His hands tightened in his hair, his body tensing as a ragged groan tore out of his throat.

Tristan felt his warm pre-come dripping onto his tongue. It was salty, rich, making him realize how desperate he had been for Damon’s taste. He wanted it all, wanted to feel the hard hot spurts of his semen filling his mouth, coating his tongue as he found his release in his mouth. But that wasn’t going to happen. Damon watched, looking down at Tristan, half-crazed by the look in Tristan's eyes… so much pain. Shit!

Then Tristan took his balls into his palm and squeezed them. Damon groaned and threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Tristan’s mouth was working on him with wet precision, his fingers on his balls, creating a burning insidious pleasure. He gritted his teeth and surrendered to the impending explosion. He just couldn’t hold it.

“Tris…gonna...” His voice was hoarse as his body convulsed and his thrusts grew increasingly vigorous as his excitement got the better of him and he lost his rhythm. Tristan sealed his lips tighter around him sucking with purpose, and Damon surrendered to a mind-blowing orgasm and shot…into the air, coming so hard he saw dark spots.

He opened his eyes and watched his fluids splatter across Tristan’s partially opened lips. Oh fuck, that was hotter than having him swallow it. To see the evidence of his release on Tristan’s face and lips was so hot. But it still hurt. And his gasp was due to the sharp pain that slashed inside his heart and not the pleasure that had been given him. Tristan not swallowing was more painful than Damon cared to admit.

Tristan saw the hurt that crossed Damon’s features and was surprised at the answering hurt in his own heart, instead of the triumph he was supposed to feel at that particular victory.

Getting to his feet and taking tissue from the holder, Tristan nonchalantly wiped the cum off his lips and cheek, ignoring a trembling Damon who was slammed over the vanity.

“You’re never going to get that again.” Tristan swallowed past the emotion clogging his throat. His tortured voice was barely audible. “I wish you the very best in your marriage.”

Tristan’s heart was heavy, his emotions jumbled together. He was filled with a wave of pain so intense, he nearly doubled over. But he stifled his warring emotions and headed for the door.

“Oh and Damon, tell the others that I had to go. I’m sure you can come up with a…good reason.” And with that, Tristan turned on his heels, unlocked the door, and walked out.

Damon couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The searing pain that gripped his chest made him want to scream in misery. God help him, he needed Tristan. But for his sake, he had to stay away. Shit!