Chapter 33: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Getting down and dirty!

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Damon began to walk Tristan backward, without breaking the kiss, till the back of his legs hit the couch. Then he turned him and pushed him onto his knees on the couch, with his tummy on the arm and his bare creamy arse in the air. Damon knelt behind him and then palmed each cheek, separating them to give himself greater access to Tristan’s sweet hole. He pushed in, his face buried between the twin globes of smooth flesh, and flicked Tristan’s puckered entrance, with the tip of his tongue.

Tristan gasped loudly and grasped desperately at the cushion beneath him when he felt the wet swirl of Damon’s tongue on his hole. He moaned in pleasure and his stomach tightened as Damon rimmed his twitching rosette. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting back against Damon’s mouth, pleading for more.

“Oh, Christ Damon,” Tristan gasped, his whole body twitching hard.

Damon teased his hole for a while before his tongue sank into it. Tristan arched violently, a cry leaving his lips as Damon tormented the tender flesh. He could imagine a sexy Damon in a suit on his knees giving him a rim job and almost came there and then. That tongue action was so divine it drew uncontrollable cries and whimpers of pleasure from Tristan. The sexy sounds that filled the room drove Damon wild.

When Damon’s tongue left that puckered hole, Tristan groaned in protest. Damon picked him up and placed his back on one arm of the couch, holding each of Tristan’s legs in each of his palms. Tristan felt so vulnerable in this position, especially with a fully dressed Damon devouring him with his gaze as if he was his next meal.

“Damon…” But whatever he had been about to say died in his throat when Damon went back down on his knees in one fluid movement and swallowed him down whole. “Oh… fuck!”

Damon deep-throated him, his tongue flickering over the sensitive hole at the tip of his cock. The man sucked dick like nobody’s business, and Tristan quickly found himself losing control. Not that he had much left as it was, but the tongue swirling around his shaft and over his balls, then the firm suction on the head stole the last of his reason.

Damon reached up and slipped two fingers between Tristan’s parted lips. Tristan sucked on those fingers, getting them wet. Damon gently worked the two wet fingers into Tristan’s puckered hole, stretching, brushing against his prostate, and messaging it thoroughly. Tristan shook violently, his body writhed, fighting the bombardment of sensation. What Damon was doing felt too fucking amazing for words.

“Ah, God,” he mewled, trying not to be loud but losing it anyway, needing more. He tossed his head in frustration, his eyes tightly shut. His fingers pushed into Damon’s hair, his palm cupping the back of his neck, holding him where he wanted him.

Damon released Tristan’s cock with an erotic slurp and it slapped against his stomach. Tristan cried out in protest even as he heard the distant click of a bottle lid. Then he felt it. The metal at the tip of Damon’s wet cock on his hole. He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight that met him. He had never seen a more beautiful, sensual picture. Damon in his expensive three-piece Armani suit, with only his huge well-lubricated cock jutting out of his zipper…even his belt remained buckled, with so much lust on his face…it was a sight he would never forget. Tristan came hard!

“Oh, shit…” Sensations slammed into him as he came, crying out as his balls emptied in powerful spurts that reached as far up as his face, spasms wracking his body. He moaned helplessly as he felt his orgasm rushing through him. He released such a gushing torrent that made it hard to believe he’d come so many times the night before till the wee hours of the morning.

Damon leaned down and kissed Tristan possessively, licking the cum off his face. “Fuck, that was hot, Tris.”

Damon waited until Tristan’s body stilled before pushing gently into him. It took all of his willpower not to slam into Tristan as he wanted to do. Tristan was simply mouth-wateringly sexy. They both panted as the broad head of his cock slid heavily through Tristan’s rosebud. Damon pushed against him, parting the slick opening.

“Tris.” With a groan, Damon leaned down and buried his face in Tristan’s throat. He just couldn’t be gentle. With a whispered plea he surged inside Tristan, shoving his entire thick length into him in one hard shove. Tristan screamed. There was pain, but it also felt so fucking good. Tristan was so tight it was all Damon could do not to shoot his load. His balls started crawling up and he clamped down on his motions. Not yet! Shit.

“Don’t fucking move!" Damon commanded through clenched teeth, shuddering in Tristan’s embrace.

“I can’t not fucking move you idiot.” Tristan whimpered brokenly.

“Please Tris,” Damon whispered, then covered his lips with a searing kiss with the hope of getting his mind off the cock lodged inside him. When Tristan parted his lips and lifted a tentative hand to the back of Damon’s head, he deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue against Tristan’s, sucking on it, and stroking it again until he moaned into his mouth. His tongue fucked Tristan’s mouth even as his cock remained unmoving inside him.

After a while, when he felt he had enough control, Damon moved off Tristan and pushed his legs to his chest, almost bending him in half.

"Hang on, baby. This isn't going to be tender." Damon said with a groan.

And it wasn't. Tristan loved it. Damon pounded into him, pulling out completely before slamming back in, his strokes rhythmic and deep. Rough and hard, he gave Tristan what he asked for, listening to the broken sexy sounds as he plunged in and out of him with wildly fierce drives.

“Christ, Tris…” Damon choked out, going out of his mind with pleasure. “Fuck…this is so good.”

Then Damon changed his angle and started nailing Tristan’s button with his barbell. Tristan cried out, his head snapping back, his eyes closed, his lips parted and his entire body shuddered. His sexy, lean body rippled with pleasure. The beautiful sight stole Damon’s breath and created a strange tightening in his chest.