Chapter 49: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter… Quickie!

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“Hello.” They heard the contractor, who was coming to pick Tristan up, call out from the outer porch.

“Shit!” Damon groaned. He could feel his muscles trembling as he fought to control himself.

“Let’s ignore him, Damon.” Tristan whimpered. “I can’t go like this.”

“Oh, baby. I would want nothing more than for you to crawl right back in bed with me, but we can’t.” Damon said hugging Tristan tightly to him. “Now come on, let’s get you decent.” He dropped a quick kiss to Tristan’s kiss-swollen lips and got off the bed with him.

Damon ignored Tristan’s protests as he fixed his pants and straightened his shirt, dropping tiny kisses all over Tristan’s face the whole time. “You look sexy in green.” He murmured.

“And you look delicious naked,” Tristan murmured right back, raking his gaze over Damon’s gloriously naked body. “Sure I can’t change your mind?” Tristan purred.

“Positive,” Damon said laughing softly.

“Killjoy.”

Before Damon knew what Tristan was doing, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and drawing the pierced mushroom head of Damon’s still erect cock into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Damon’s hand automatically went to Tristan’s head to hold him in place as he threw his head back in pleasure.

But just as suddenly, Damon couldn’t feel the exquisite heat of Tristan’s mouth again. He opened his eyes to see Tristan with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“You can think about that whilst I’m gone.”

And with a quick kiss to the lips of a still stunned Damon, Tristan was gone.

“The little fucker.” Damon groaned and flung himself onto the bed. He couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of him though. He was defiantly going to miss Tristan. Tristan had made sure of that with that last move.

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Tristan felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket and pulled it out to see he had a message from Damon.

‘I’m aching for you.’ The text stated simply.

Tristan’s heart missed a beat. “Excusez-moi.” He said to the men he was in the meeting with and went out to call Damon. Tristan had been horny since leaving the resort, thanks to the unfortunate interruption by the contractor that morning.

“Hey, baby. Sup?” Damon’s sexy voice melted Tristan, making him want Damon even more.

“What are you doing?” Tristan husked.

“In the gym with Cole. We’ll be leaving here soon. We’re actually going to run back. How’s it going over there?” Damon asked, wishing Tristan didn’t have to work. “Tris, you still there?” He added when Tristan didn’t answer his first question.

“Yes.” Tristan croaked, imagining how hot Damon must be looking that very moment, with sweat running in enticing rivulets down his muscled, sensual body. Tristan felt arousal spiking through him, clouding his mind with want. His cock stirred a tent in his pants, forcing him to stifle down a moan. The picture of Damon’s beautiful body and his handsome face materialized like a specter in front of Tristan’s eyes, making him hunger for entwined bodies and hot, open-mouthed kisses. He wanted Damon.

“Everything on track?”

“Yeah. Look I’ll see you in a bit okay?” Tristan hanged up and hailed a taxi. He hadn’t even noticed exactly how and when his legs had carried him out of the building. He wanted Damon and nothing was going to stop him from having him.

Damon looked at the dead phone in his hand, confused.

“Ready to go?” Cole asked, drawing Damon’s attention from the odd conversation he had just had with Tristan. He was sure Tristan was going to explain everything when he got back in the evening.

“Sure.” The two friends started their run back to the resort.

“Come and call me when you guys are done, man,” Damon said to Cole when they eventually got to the resort.

“Will do.”

“Oh, and you two should take all the time you need,” Damon smirked, his eyes alight with amusement.

“Go suck a dick, Motherfucker.” Cole retorted, laughing.

“Wish I could, Asshole.” They each started towards their respective chalets, not seeing the taxi coming towards them from behind.

“Continuez à faire tourner le compteur.” Tristan said to the driver and jogged into their chalet.

Tristan took out his key card but realized that the door wasn’t locked. With a shake of his head at Damon’s carelessness, he locked the door behind him and walked straight into the bedroom. He heard the shower running in the adjoining bathroom and started towards it without a pause, drawing his shirt over his head as he went. He paused briefly to take off his boots and socks, and then stepped into the shower, without bothering to remove his pants.

“What the fu…” Damon started when he felt someone enter the shower, the curse dying on his lips when he saw Tristan, shirtless, with his pants still on.

Before he could ask Tristan what he was doing back, his mouth was being attacked. “Next time, lock the fucking door, Damon,” Tristan murmured against Damon’s lips and continued to kiss him hungrily. He was drenched within seconds.

Damon choked down a cry as he felt Tristan’s hand on his rapidly hardening cock, and couldn’t stop his hips from snapping up into Tristan’s hand. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Tris….”

They fought each other for domination of the kiss; lips, tongues, muted moans of desperation as their arousal began to flame out of control.

Tristan tore his lips from Damon’s, his lips drawing a desperate line of kisses over Damon's jaw, his neck, loving the helpless moans of pleasure erupting from Damon. He wanted him as hot, as out of control as he was. His teeth scraped along Damon’s chin, his tongue peeking out to lick at Damon’s lips.

Damon opened his eyes to look at Tristan and Tristan’s breath caught at the expression of lust, raw and bare in his eyes.

“You drive me insane.” Damon husked.

“The feeling is mutual baby. I couldn’t concentrate. I had to come taste you.” And with that, Tristan went down on his knees and took Damon into his hot hungry mouth.

“Holy fuck.” Damon gasped, trembling as his fingers found their way into Tristan’s hair.

Damon’s grip tightened in Tristan’s hair as he breathed harshly. Tristan’s mouth slid over the pierced mushroom head, taking the full width into his mouth and sucking at it hungrily. His tongue laved the area just under the hooded edge of the head and he felt Damon jerk.

Damon cried out as Tristan sucked him back into his mouth, loving the way Tristan’s hand caressed the length of his shaft, whilst the other, kneaded his balls. Tristan slurped at him, licking and sucking as his own hunger intensified. He loved hearing Damon make those uncontrollable pleasure sounds. It thrilled him. He wanted to feel the hard throb of him as he tightened for his orgasm. He wanted to taste him as he came. He wanted to…

“Enough,” Damon cried out and jerked Tristan away, his hands on his shoulders as he pulled him up.

Damon’s hands framed Tristan’s face and his head lowered until their lips touched with a soft possession that stole Tristan’s breath. He moaned helplessly into the kiss.

“I don’t want to come inside your mouth, Tris,” Damon growled, his body shuddering.

“I really want to taste you.” Tristan gasped roughly. “God, the taste of you makes me crazy.”

“Not now baby,” Damon said, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons on Tristan’s pants, which wasn’t an easy task, thanks to its soaked nature.

“Okay let’s make a deal then.” Tristan's voice was shaky with desire.

“I’m listening.” Damon husked.