Chapter 42: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Conference blunder!

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Damon looked up from the documents in front of him, saw Tristan, and looked at his wristwatch. Then he scribbled something on a sheet of paper and held it up for Tristan to read.

‘Took you long enough.’

Tristan couldn’t help the grin that lit up his face. He took the sheet and pen from Damon and scribbled his reply. ‘Got distracted by your sexy hostess. Sue me.’

He almost laughed out loud at the scowl that appeared on Damon’s handsome face. One of the people on the conference call, who sounded angry asked Damon a question and paused for an answer. Tristan froze, thinking Damon couldn’t possibly answer since he hadn’t been concentrating on what the participants had been saying. But to Tristan’s surprise and relief, Damon easily answered the question. Armed with the knowledge that, Damon obviously wouldn’t get distracted whilst working, Tristan decided to go ahead with what he had in mind.

He went to stand behind Damon and started massaging his neck. Damon paused and sighed with obvious pleasure. Then he continued to talk as though he wasn’t getting a neck rub. Tristan leaned over and unbuttoned Damon’s shirt, taking it off. Then taking out the bottle of oil from his pocket, he poured a generous amount into his palm and started giving Damon a massage to die for.

Damon couldn’t help the moan that tore out of him. God, Tristan’s hands felt good. And his cock was quickly standing to attention.

“You okay Damon?” One of the participants asked? Tristan thought his voice sounded familiar but couldn’t place it.

“Yes, I’m okay Chris. But what is the stand of GAGA in all this? Are they going to partner Lim-Lor? They should let us know whether they are okay with the setup or prefer something else.” Damon spoke in a slightly husky voice. He was so hard.

Tristan continued what he was doing, pushing Damon slightly forward so he could work on his back. When he was satisfied that he had done a good job on Damon’s back, Tristan came around and threw a leg across Damon’s thighs, straddling him. But before he could even bring his hands up to touch Damon’s shoulders, his lips were being attacked.

After a momentary surprise, Tristan’s mouth opened to take Damon’s exploring tongue, one hand cupping the back of Damon’s neck, holding him to the kiss, while the other journeyed to Damon’s chest to play with his nipple. Damon’s gasp of pleasure was swallowed by Tristan, who drank in Damon’s kiss like a starving man.

Tristan broke off the kiss and shoved his face into Damon’s shoulder, trying to squelch his moans. He ground himself on the huge erection he could feel in Damon’s jeans, making Damon throw his head back in ecstasy.

Tristan slid off Damon’s thighs and knelt between his legs, his hands working the button on Damon’s jeans. He pulled out his pulsing cock from the restraining material, rocked forward, and sucked Damon’s cock deep into his throat…to the hilt.

“Fuuuuuck!” Damon roared. “Are you kidding me? Shit, I’m gonna—damn.”

Tristan closed his eyes as the first burst of cum hit the back of his throat. He couldn’t even taste it as Damon was so deep down his throat, all that cum was probably pouring directly into his stomach. He smiled around the pulsing cock inside his mouth, feeling smug. Finally, he had been able to take all of Damon into his throat. He swallowed repeatedly, drinking him down, relishing the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from Damon’s chest.

Damon’s hands were in Tristan’s hair, his head thrown back in blissful abandon, sweat glistening on his abs. When Damon’s cock stopped spasming within his throat, Tristan slowly slid his mouth up and down the still hard cock, pausing to lick at the last vestiges of semen in the slit. He kept sucking and licking, cleaning Damon off, not willing to give up that feeling of Damon’s cock in his mouth.

The feel of Tristan's tongue sliding and rasping on Damon’s cock, and the wet heat of his mouth was so fucking good, Damon thought he’d go mad. With a strangled cry, he pulled Tristan off his cock and slammed his mouth unto his, kissing him heatedly, mouth hot and wet.

"Oh, Christ, Tristan." Damon breathed against Tristan’s lips. "You’re fucking amazing."

“Damon…” Tristan gasped remembering the conference call.

Then they both felt it…total silence.

“Shit!” Damon swore, wondering what had just happened, where all the participants on the conference call had gone, had they been listening to Tristan send him into meltdown…

“You guys done?” Chris’ amused voice came back on the link.

“Oh God, Chris…” Damon groaned.

“Don’t worry. Thank your stars I figured out early enough what was going on. I cut the others off before they could hear anything...scandalous. Hey Tristan.” Chris greeted.

“Hey, Chris. What’s up?” Tristan asked with a peal of soft laughter, standing up to sit on the table.

“You tell me, buddy. You two are crazy you know that?” Chris chuckled.

“Not my fault man.” Tristan laughed.

“From what I heard, it was all you Tristan.”

“And why do you think that?” Tristan drawled.

“The man can’t even talk Tristan. Don’t kill him, man. I’ll call you guys when you land. Have fun.” Chris went off the line.

Tristan turned to look at Damon. He looked dazed.

“Are you okay? You’re shaking,” Tristan murmured. Then he got off the table and drew a shaking Damon into his arms, his nose nestling in his hair.

Damon wrapped his arms tightly around Tristan’s waist and hanged on. There was no refuting Tristan’s observation. Not only was he shaking, he felt confused. First of all, this was the first time ever that anyone had taken him down their throat to the hilt. And the time it had taken for him to cum…that was a first too. Damon really didn’t know how the fuck that happened. One moment he was traveling down Tristan’s throat, felt him swallow around his cock, and the next moment, he was coming. And coming had never felt this intense for him.

“Hey.” Tristan tilted Damon’s chin up and looked into his eyes. “Better?”

Damon nodded, still not finding his vocal cords.

“Good. Now let me finish what I started. You are too tense. Come on.” Tristan drew Damon out of his chair and turned him around to sit on the table. Then he gently pushed him back till he was lying on the board table, laughing softly when Damon hissed from the cold.