Tristan retrieved them but set them aside, and softly kissing and licking, left no patch of skin untouched from Sean’s gasping lips to his belly button. Lying still under Tristan’s flickering tongue was impossible, and by the time he reached Sean’s very erect cock and took it in his mouth, the relief was almost painful.
“Oh God, Tristan, please,” Sean moaned, unable to take his eyes off the sight of his dick sliding in and out of Tristan’s mouth. He licked and sucked, swirling his tongue around the shaft, and this time, Sean couldn’t contain the runaway train of his orgasm. It slammed into him like a force of nature, and he arched high off the bed, body taut as a bowstring, and came hard down Tristan’s throat.
When Tristan had finished swallowing, he licked his lips and nuzzled Sean’s groin. “Feel good?”
Drowsy with a satisfaction only perfect sex could give, Sean managed a half smile. “Mmhmm. I’m ready for you.”
Tristan tucked his hair behind his ear. “You’re not too sensitive? I don’t want to rush you.”
Sean reached out his arm, and Tristan leaned into him. “I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you, even when you were all mean and grouchy when you walked into the apartment.”
“I wasn’t mean.” Tristan chuckled. “And if you’re sure…” His eyes gleamed, and then he planted a kiss on Sean’s lips and moved lower on the bed. He dived between Sean’s legs and licked up his crack, sliding the tip of his tongue into Sean’s throbbing hole. The wet, hungry sounds were such a turn-on, Sean’s dick twitched and grew semi-hard as Tristan spread his legs wide and worked his tongue in as deep as it would reach.
Sean writhed as Tristan sucked and blew on his opening. He slicked lube on his fingers and slipped them one by one past his rim to stretch him wider than he thought possible.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly.
“You couldn’t.” Sean moaned as those wicked fingers played inside him.
After minutes that seemed like hours of the most delicious foreplay, Tristan sat back on his heels, rolled a condom over his thick shaft, and coated it with lube. Sean’s hole clenched.
“Please,” he whispered, but the desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by Tristan, who massaged his ass.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“You already did. I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
Tristan pushed Sean’s knees to his chest and pressed the head of his dick against Sean’s hole. “And here I am.” He pushed in until he was fully seated, and Sean moaned as his hard length stretched him. He’d never been so consumed, so aware of being owned completely, and when Tristan began to move, pulling out only to stroke up and into him faster and deeper, Sean faded into Tristan, the two of them becoming one with every drag and push of their bodies.
This was Tristan inside him, above him, his gasps mingling with Sean’s. His eyes shone bright with lust, and sweat beaded his brow and dampened his hair. For weeks, Sean had been thinking about sex with Tristan, fantasizing about what it could be like, and now that he knew, the reality blew his imagination to pieces.
Tristan pushed Sean’s legs to his shoulders, bending him in half as he slammed in, hitting the spot that made Sean see stars. He whimpered and dug his fingers into Tristan’s sweat-slicked shoulders, wishing this could last forever. He held on to Tristan, his hips flexing higher, reaching for something that would ease the spiraling whirlwind that made it hard for him to breathe. “Harder. Please. More. I can’t…I need…”
The strong cords of Tristan’s neck stood out as he growled and drove himself all the way in, impaling Sean on his shaft. The shift of Tristan’s hips changed the angle, squeezing Sean’s already sensitive dick against Tristan’s rock-hard abs. Red-hot bolts of pleasure seared through him, and he bucked, out of his mind with lust.
“Oh God, yes. Right there. Harder. More.” Tristan reached between them and pumped his dick twice. The rough scrape of Tristan’s hand drove him over the edge, and he screamed out his second orgasm of the night.
“Jesus, your face…Sean…Goddammit…” Tristan pinned him down to the mattress, thrusting hard, his movements growing more erratic, and Sean could only stare up at him in wonder as this beautiful man groaned out his pleasure and came, buried inside him. With the little energy he had left, Sean clenched his ass.
Breathing heavily, Tristan choked out, “You’re killing me. That’s assault on a police officer.”
“Mmm. Guilty as charged.” He slung an arm around Tristan, wanting him to stay inside, and squeezed him.
Tristan hissed and lightly bit his ear. “Two can play that game.”
He watched Tristan rid himself of the condom, then slide under the comforter and settle in, tangling their legs together. Within moments, his easy breathing indicated he was asleep, but Sean remained awake.
It wasn’t a game. Not for him, at least.
* * *
By midmorning on Saturday, they were on the Long Island Rail Road, on their way to his nieces’ birthday party. They’d slept late and hadn’t had sex again, since they’d needed to rush and make the train if they weren’t going to be late. Now they were approaching the stop to get off, and they’d barely said two words.
“Okay, this is ridiculous.” He nudged Tristan, who’d spent the majority of the trip staring out the window at the fascinating sights of Queens flashing by. Did he feel awkward? Sean hoped not because he felt fucking amazing. Finally breaking his love affair with the window, Tristan turned to him, and Sean didn’t like what he saw. He knew that expression. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way—”
“Oh God, it’s the kiss-of-death conversation.” Sean’s stomach cramped.
