Chapter 61: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…The proposal!

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Damon threw the phone down, not caring that it almost fell into the pool. He turned so that Tristan’s back was to the pool wall, and for the very first time, fucked Tristan without lube.

For Tristan, it was one of the most memorable fucks of his life. When Damon caught him between the wall and his firm, sexy body and pulled his swimming trunks off his body in one fluid movement, he just knew he was in for it. Damon held Tristan firmly around his waist with one arm and stared intently into his aroused green eyes.

“Wrap your legs around my hips,” Damon commanded in a rough, deep, dark, and sexy voice, which made Tristan shiver with excitement. “You finally get your wish,” Damon growled as he reached behind Tristan to circle his puckered hole with his fingers. “I don’t have any lube here, and I can’t wait.”

“Make my day.” Tristan moaned.

When Damon started pushing his fingers into Tristan’s tight hole, he made a lusty sound between a sob and a moan which went straight to Damon’s cock. Moving slowly, on the invading fingers inside him, Tristan threw his head back in bliss, exposing the sexy line of his throat.

Looking at Tristan, Damon’s breath hitched in his throat. With his lips slightly parted, and his breath coming out in gasps, Tristan looked so sexy Damon was sent into a liquid meltdown.

“God, Tris.” Damon choked, bumping his forehead against Tristan’s briefly.

Damon slipped his fingers out and Tristan felt the massive head of his cock press against his wet hole. Damon slowly pushed into him, the water around them making the penetration easy. The head slid past the entrance and began to enter till Tristan was impaled to the hilt on Damon’s stiff cock.

“Oh my God!” Tristan gasped, shivering all over as his body adjusted to the heavy invading length.

Blindly Tristan turned his head to seek out Damon’s mouth. When he found Damon’s lips, they shared a hot, wet kiss as their labored breathing mingled.

“Hang on,” Damon said against Tristan’s lips, looking into his glazed eyes.

Keeping an arm securely around Tristan, Damon held on to the railing beside Tristan with his other hand. He pulled out and then thrust his hips forwards once again, entering Tristan with his whole length, quickly finding a rhythm.

Tristan tried to suppress the urge to cry out in ecstasy when he felt that wicked barbell pressing and then sliding on his prostate. He buried his face against Damon’s neck and nipped at his skin with his teeth, making Damon swear and pound even harder into him with escalating urgency. Damon nailed Tristan’s prostate, fucking him like he was never, ever going to stop. They were so far gone on each other that even if someone had entered the pool area, they wouldn’t have noticed or been able to stop. Damon thanked his stars at the back of his mind that they had the place to themselves.

Tristan hanged on for dear life as Damon surged out then back inside him with deep thrusts. He fisted his fingers in Damon’s hair and stifled his moans against his neck, the sensations running through him too pleasurable and intense. With his button being messaged with each thrust of Damon’s cock, and his cock getting a thorough rub between their bodies, Tristan was reduced to a quivering mess. It felt good. Amazing. Tristan lifted his head and yanked Damon’s head down by his hair, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss as he pounded inside.

“This is so good Damon.” He gasped brokenly against Damon’s lips.

With a low growl, Damon whispered those words that never ceased to melt Tristan, into his ears. “I love you.” Damon’s tongue traced the shell of Tristan’s ear, then fucked that ear erotically, mimicking the thrusting of his cock…Tristan flew apart.

He sank his teeth into Damon’s neck to stop the scream that was bubbling up from within him as he shot between them. His mind blanked and every inch of his body tightened as bliss coursed through his entire body.

Tristan’s legs gripped Damon harder as he clenched Damon’s driving cock with his contracting channel. Damon kept thrusting into him faster and faster, rubbing that pleasure button. Tristan tore his mouth away from Damon’s neck to frantically give a low wail and bucked against Damon as an even stronger toe-curling orgasm shot through him.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" Tristan chanted, his orgasm rolling over him in waves.

The delicious squeezing of Tristan channel along Damon’s cock was driving Damon out of his mind. A moan tore through his chest and he shook all over as he started to pulse. With a groan, he slanted his head and took Tristan’s mouth in a mind-numbing kiss, moving faster, thrusting harder, his breath labored and his whole body quivered with pleasure as he started shooting into Tristan.

“Fuck, Tris,” he growled against Tristan’s mouth as he kept thrusting, riding out his orgasm.

Even when he finished shooting, Damon kept gliding in and out as he kissed Tristan deep but soft and sweet. Tristan tightened his legs and arms around him and kissed him back. They clung together, trying to catch their breath as the water swished around them.

"That was incredible.” Tristan gasped. He had come so hard it took several minutes for his mind to start working again. “You are amazing.” He whispered, still riding his orgasmic high.

Damon stared at Tristan, his eyes closing briefly as emotions washed over him. He loved him so much. Loved him in ways he didn’t think was possible. Tristan was his life. He was feeling so emotional he didn't trust himself to speak.

“Damon?” Tristan frowned at Damon, wondering why he was staring at him.

“I was talking to your father Tris,” Damon murmured.

Tristan burst into uncontrollable laughter. “I didn’t know. Honest!” He continued laughing, unwinding his legs from around Damon and standing on shaky legs. He still clung to Damon.

Damon laughed and shook his head, looking around. “What am I going to do with you?” he muttered.

“I like what you’re doing so far,” Tristan murmured, all traces of humour gone. “Don’t ever let me go, Damon.” He looked up at Damon with eyes full of love.

Damon felt a lurching sensation in his chest at Tristan’s words. He couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions Tristan aroused in him. Tristan could bring him to his knees with a smile, make his heart swell with no more than a look from those gorgeous green eyes. He belonged to him, heart and soul. Damon’s gorgeous, blue eyes locked on Tristan’s with a look so heated and intense, Tristan gasped.

“Damon…” Tristan watched the emotions roll through Damon’s expression.

In all their time together, Damon had never looked at him in that way before. Yes, he sometimes looked at him like he wanted to devour him and other times, with so much love, but nothing quite like that very moment.

“Marry me.” Damon’s voice was thick with emotion. He couldn’t have stopped those words even if he had wanted to. He hadn’t planned on asking Tristan. It suddenly felt like he had to stake his claim, had to let the world know who he belonged to, had to… “Please.”

“What?” Tristan’s mind went numb and he started shaking so bad.

“Marry me, Tris. Make me the happiest man alive. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you by my side. I’d rather die.”