Despite our boundless libidos, we hadn’t yet gotten around to anal in the few weeks since his graduation. Let the record show that I was enjoying the long way ’round. Fuck, that man knew how to pull an orgasm out of me with little more than a look.
Which is how I found myself on the tiny fucking couch in my office, my legs in a shakyVas he pushed his face between my cheeks.
My voice pitched up as he found new depths. He’d said he could make me come with his tongue in my ass, and I’d called bullshit. Seemed like a safe enough bet, never once having come close to such a feat.
I was usually the rimmer, not the rimmee, but I’d been happy to take on the challenge. One I was about to lose in three, two…
Bang, bang, bang.“Joel!”
I loved Ozzie like a brother, but I could seriously kill him right now.
Bang, bang, bang.
“Joel!” he repeated. “Get out here! Something’s wrong with Beckett!”
Grunting, Tristan pressed even farther into me, setting off fireworks. No, fuck that. Setting off a fucking nuclear bomb. I grunted loudly as cum rocketed everywhere.
I absolutely didnotsound like Minnie Mouse getting rogered.
“Stop fucking around, and get out here!” Ozzie whisper-yelled through the door, rattling the knob.
“Good call on locking the door, Tris.”
I groaned most of that because Tristan was milking my cock as if he was trying to summon every last bit of cum from my balls.He was rewarded with a final glug of the creamy stuff sliding from my confused and ecstatic dick, which he quickly—greedily—licked off. He then sat back on his heels, proudly displaying the smear of cum across his cheek. Not only had he made me come hands-free, he’d also madehimselfcome hands-free.
That’s how oral he was.
Fucking winner, winner, chicken dinner.
“Babe, I think Oz is serious.”
I blinked back to reality, remembering my business partner. “I’ll be out in thirty seconds,” I called.
“Make it ten.”
Damn. Ozzie wasn’t given to dramatics, so I knew whatever was going on had to be bad. I just needed oxygen and for the blood to start flowing back to my brain.
Tristan helped me into my jeans and buttoned up my shirt while I finger-combed my hair and tried to set my beard into some kind of order. Both usually ended up out of kilter whenever I was in his presence, and I’d been busted by an unkempt appearance a few times in the last few weeks.
Despite having little time together, what with our work schedules and the distance between Seguin and Austin, I couldn’t get enough of Tristan. He’d proven himself to be the passionate, smart, brave guy I initially thought he was, plus so much more.
Ugh. Austin. I used to love that town, but ever since it had stolen my boyfriend I’d developed one helluva resentment for the place.
Things were about to get a lot worse, though. Austin was, in Texas terms, just up the road, close enough that Tristan had been staying with me whenever he wasn’t working. Unfortunately, the start-up he’d been so excited about working for had gone under in a most spectacular fashion after a social media meltdown from thenot-so-progressive-after-allCEO.
That meant Tris had to scramble for either a full-time job or another internship. Internships, while they paid poverty wages, were excellent for networking—critical if he wanted to work in politics. Unfortunately, most of the places in Central Texas that offered paid internships in his specialty had already been snapped up for the summer.
The only options he could find at this point were in Houston and Dallas, and all of a sudden, Austin didn’t seem so bad. I knew I’d do anything to make the distance work, though.
Tristan kissed my cheek, fixing a stray hair before turning me toward the door. “To be continued later,” he whispered.
When I let myself out, I was greeted with Ozzie’s amused-slash-annoyed smirk. While he was a good friend and genuinely happy that Tristan and I were dating, he was probably a little less happy now that he’d caught me in the middle of yet another orgasm.
“So, what’s happening with Beckett?” I asked, following him down the small hallway, highly aware of Tristan’s spit still wet between my ass cheeks.
He pointed to the bar. “See for yourself.”
My eyes followed his gesture and… Oh, shit.
