FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 4: An explosive encounter...the heat is on!

Teeth nipped his left butt cheek, then his right. Breath hitched in Tristan’s lungs. He arched his back, waiting, heart thumping, pulse racing. Then he felt it. Something slick and hot and wonderfully wet skated over his hole. Oh holy hell, and f*ck! Damon’s tongue flicked over his hole, licking gently at the sensitive flesh. Tristan clutched at the sheets on the bed and willed himself not to come. He’d never experienced such unselfish pleasure before. He shuddered, harsh groans tumbling from his lips. It felt so good.

He bucked, cried out. “Damon. Oh, God!”

Damon gripped his hips, pulling him back into his stiffened tongue. He tongue-f*cked him, penetrating his entrance and dipping inside again and again. Tristan was leaking like a faucet. He pushed back onto the tongue invading his arse, riding the waves of intense pleasure, abandoning all questions of why to just feel. Tristan thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. His balls and c0ck were throbbing, and he was twisting the sheets in his fists, moving back onto Damon, needing more and getting it. The sensations were so intense that before he knew what was happening, he shot off like a f*cking rocket. His body shook uncontrollably as his seed poured from him and onto the sheets beneath him.

"Oh God, yes!" Tristan screamed as he came, shooting hard and long. Damon hadn't even touched his c0ck. “F*ck!” He pitched forward on his stomach.

Damon reached over and pulled a bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer. Then shifting Tristan back onto his knee, he poured a generous amount onto the wet hole. He leaned down and kissed Tristan’s back just as he slipped a finger inside him.

“Damon.” He gasped.

An incredible flare of aroused pleasure streaked through him as the tip of Damon’s finger pierced the little opening. His finger moved gently inside him, stroking deeper and deeper until the full length of it was buried in his channel.

Tristan moved back tentatively, trying to hold back the groan of pleasure as the finger slid out, then back in, tunneling inside him with carnal intent.

“You okay?” Damon asked in a husky voice. Every ounce of restraint he possessed was engaged right now, straining against the need roaring through his veins to just slam his c0ck into Tristan’s warm body.

“Yes.” Tristan moaned and gasped as another finger joined the first. He was raised perfectly for Damon now, his shoulders flat to the bed, his butt elevated for his decadent exploration. He tensed.

“Easy.” Damon’s hand smoothed down his back, gentling him. Then he curled his fingers inside him to brush against his prostate, drawing a loud moan from Tristan. Damon slid in a third finger and rubbed that button.

"Oh God. Damon, please. Oh God." Tristan heard the whimper in his own voice but didn't care. Whatever Damon was doing in there was out of this world. Dam*n! Tristan rocked back faster, f*cking himself on Damon's fingers. He was hard again and leaking profusely. The erotic sound he was making was driving Damon crazy. Damon couldn't take it any longer.

“So hot and sweet, it’s almost impossible to wait to sink inside you.” Damon said huskily.

He reached for a foil from the drawer, and tore it open. He was so hard he thought he might bust a vein if he didn’t come soon. One handed, he rolled the rubber on, his fingers still stretching Tristan's ass, working the lube in. He poured a generous amount of lube on his sheathed c0ck, slid his fingers out and moved up, guiding his c0ck to Tristan's arse.

"Ready for me?"

“Just f*ck me, will you?" Tristan ground out, trying to move back.

"Just had to ask, Tris. Just had to ask."