Chapter 34: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Naughty euphoria!

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“God, he’s beautiful,” Damon murmured, not even realizing he’d said it out loud.

“Oh, Jesus…don’t stop.” Tristan whimpered when he felt Damon’s rhythm falter.

“I won’t.” Damon rasped in a husky whisper.

He reached out a hand and tweaked Tristan’s nipples, making him moan even louder. Then with a groan, Damon started to pound into him even harder, the metal slamming against his gland with every thrust, hitting the same spot over and over.

"Oh God, right there baby, please right there." Tristan could barely breathe or process anything other than the pleasure Damon was bestowing on him. He met him with each stroke, reveling in the mixture of pain and pleasure as Damon’s dick brushed over his gland, sending sparklers dancing over his nerves. Tristan's mouth opened, babbling incoherently, almost sobbing with pleasure.

For the first time since installing all the high-tech devices in his office, Damon was glad for the soundproof device. The sounds Tristan was making would make a porn star blush. It was music to Damon’s ears. Tristan sounded sexy as all fuck.

Tristan was losing it, going wild on Damon’s cock as he met Damon’s thrusts as hard as he could, hips bucking. Damon pounded into him, fucking him harder and harder until his whole body was shuddering with each powerful thrust. He was so hard his dick looked purple. With a sexy, teasing smile that made Tristan wary, Damon slid a hand around Tristan’s dick and stroked him once from root to tip, slicking up the sizeable droplet of pre-cum that glistened at the slit with a finger, and bringing it to his mouth. Watching Damon sucking it off his finger was too fucking hot Tristan knew he couldn’t make it another second.

“You asshole, shit I’m gonna…” Tristan started in a rough voice.

“Hell no, you’re not.” Damon declared picking Tristan up without slipping out of him and moving to sit on the couch so that Tristan was straddling him. His hands went to Tristan's hips, grinding up into him. “Now do your thing.”

“Fuck yeah.” Tristan husked then started to undulate and rock his hips sexily. Closing his eyes, Damon sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and his head dropped back against the couch. He cringed in ecstasy and bit his lip. Tristan smirked.

“How do you like that now huh?” He asked smugly loving how he affected Damon. Tristan looked at him from under heavy eyelids. He looked so lusciously gorgeous sprawled beneath him in his elegant suit, his powerful body straining with the intensity of pleasure coursing through him. Damon lost and consumed was just so exhilarating…and so arousing to Tristan.

“I love you,” Damon whispered, his heart full. No matter what, this man held his heart.

Tristan swooped in and captured his lips in a scorching kiss. Then he rode that cock. The feel of Damon in him was the most fulfilling thing his body had ever experienced. Damon wrapped an arm around Tristan’s waist and pushed up into him with an almost inhuman speed, that metal hitting against his pleasure button continuously, making Tristan mewl and whimper erotically.

“Ah, God, it’s so good,” Tristan sobbed, lost in the ferocious need to ride the cock that was given him so much pleasure, even harder. “You feel…Oh Damon, it’s too good.”

Damon pushed a hand between them and took hold of Tristan’s cock and started stroking him, increasing the pace to match the intensity of their fucking, swiping his thumb over the leaking tip. As his eyes rolled back, Tristan thought he’d never felt anything so perfectly wondrous. He knew he was going to come apart as sensations swirled around him, through him, into him, enveloping him in a passionate haze that consumed him.

Damon knew Tristan was about to come, he could feel him tightening, constricting around him. He could feel it in the way Tristan held him, in the way his breath hitched. He wanted to watch Tristan come completely unglued.

“Look at me, baby,” Damon whispered. “I want to watch you.”

Tristan felt the orgasm swirling at the base of his spine grow hotter and ferocious at Damon’s words. He dragged air into his lungs and brought his eyes into focus on Damon's face allowing Damon to capture his gaze. Their gazes locked together. Tristan was losing his mind. He needed to come so badly.

“Oh, God.” Tristan writhed in Damon’s grip, raw moans spilling from him. “I cannot hold back.”

“Shh. I’ve got you. Let go.” Damon whispered.

Damon watched Tristan fall apart, holding his gaze when Tristan would’ve closed his eyes. And it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Possessed by his stare, Tristan gave a guttural cry and came harder than he ever had, his body jerking with every pulse of pleasure. His vision blurred. He squeezed the cock buried inside his channel as his essence rocketed out of the head of his prick, painting Damon’s hand and vest with streaks of cum.

The extra pressure on his cock was all Damon needed. He came violently, crying out as his balls emptied in powerful spurts inside Tristan, coating his insides with scorching hot cum. His beautiful blue eyes, which remained trained on Tristan’s, lost their focus as his control frayed. His whole body jerked hard and then shuddered as the orgasm tore through him, his eyes glazed with a look of helpless pleasure and a touch of raw vulnerability which drew a gasp from Tristan. Cupping his face, Tristan leaned forward and covered his mouth with his, swallowing his cries of ecstasy.

Damon wrapped his arms around Tristan and crushed him to his chest, pressing his damp face into the curve of my neck. With his face buried against Damon’s neck, Tristan continued to shudder for long moments as Damon rubbed his palm soothingly up and down his spine, trying to calm him down, even as he struggled to regain his own composure.

Still more than a little overcome by the intensity of their lovemaking, Tristan lifted his head and gazed down at Damon with so much love in his eyes. Then he cupped his face in his hands and kissed him sweetly. “I love you too. And thank you.” He whispered.

“You won’t be thanking me in the morning,” Damon murmured. “What are you thanking me for anyway?”

“You just made my fantasy come true and for that, I’m grateful,” Tristan said softly from where his head was resting on Damon’s shoulder.

“You’re like a damn drug. I’m so addicted to you Tris.”

“The feeling is mutual. Do you think I feel any different?”

“I think you’re just addicted to sex that’s all.” Damon deadpanned.

Tristan laughed. “Look who’s talking.”

“Tris even when you were pissed off at me, you wanted sex. Remember where this fantasy of yours started?”

“That’s not true Damon. It’s always like that with you. You do this to me. I’m like this for you.”

“Hmm. Remember all those girls you fucked?” Damon asked with a chuckle.

“You’ve fucked more girls Damon.” Tristan retorted.

“Don’t believe everything you read.” Damon chuckled, running his fingers through Tristan’s hair.