“Maybe I was wrong,” Tristan murmured, running his nose down the length of Sean’s cheek in a move so sensual, Sean’s breath caught. “Maybe the reason I can’t move on is because it’s too hard for me to think about leaving you.”
Stunned, Sean tightened his grip on Tristan’s hair, as if afraid it was all mist in a dream and would slip between his fingers. A never-before-seen teasing light sparked in Tristan’s eyes, causing Sean’s heart to pound so frantically, he feared it might explode out of his chest. “What are you saying?”
A buzzing vibrated from Tristan’s pants, and he cursed. “Goddammit.” He brushed their lips together. “Sorry. I can’t not answer a call.”
“It’s okay. Don’t forget my place.”
“Not a chance,” Tristan said and removed his phone from his pocket. “McDermott.” His gaze cut to Sean. “Lila, hi.” His brows rose, and Sean retreated to the corner of the couch.
Who the fuck was Lila?
“Really? A counteroffer?” He frowned. “What is it?”
Figuring it was the realtor, Sean took out his phone as well. Charlotte had sent him pictures of the afternoon along with a message:Look at the one of you eating cake and ice cream. I think he’s crazy about you.
Sean scrolled through them until he reached the one she’d mentioned. It was after they’d blown out the candles with the girls, and everyone was laughing. He’d taken a big scoop of chocolate marshmallow into his mouth along with a bite of strawberry shortcake. Behind him, with his back against the brick wall, Tristan held a bowl of ice cream but wasn’t eating it. Instead, he was gazing down at Sean with a half smile. His stomach did a funny flip.
“What’s that?” Tristan had shifted over and peered at his phone.
“Charlotte sent some pictures from this afternoon.” He couldn’t exactly hide what he was doing, and without asking, Tristan plucked the phone from his hand to study the photo he’d pulled up. That same, funny little half smile teased his lips.
“Guess I’m busted.”
“What did you mean before the phone call? And was that the realtor about the apartment? Did you get it?”
“I don’t know. They made me a counteroffer, and I told her I’d think about it.”
“But you might lose it.”
Tristan pulled him close. “Then I’ll have to find someplace else. That’s the thing about apartments. There’s always another one. But there’s only one of you, and I want you more.” He held Sean’s face between the palms of his hands and kissed him hard, green eyes piercing right through to his soul. “You’re going to make me fall for you, aren’t you?”
Heart hammering, Sean trembled. “I don’t know. Is it working?”
Tristan kissed him again. “What do you think?”
Slightly swoony over Tristan’s words, Sean clung to him, but instead of their kisses growing hot and desperate, Tristan seemed content to linger, hands sliding under his shirt, running over his body, pausing to pinch his nipples.
“Jesus,” Sean gasped, his words ending on a whine when Tristan latched on to nip and flick his tongue against the sensitive nubs.
“Come on,” Tristan whispered. He rose to his feet and held out his hand, and Sean took it.
Once inside the bedroom, with the shades drawn, they quickly dropped their clothes and lay on the bed together. Tristan’s heavy cock rose up firm and thick, and Sean wrapped his hand around it and wiggled down the bed to take him in his mouth.
Hearing Tristan’s hiss of pleasure spurred him on to suck harder, swirling his tongue over the wide head. Tristan bucked his hips, and Sean took him fully, sinking almost to the root before rising again. He kept that motion, loving the wild noises escaping Tristan.
“Fuck, Sean,” he cried out and sent his dick to the base of Sean’s throat, erupting in hot, heavy spurts.
Sean drank his cream, licking his lips when finished. He sat on his heels, surveying Tristan’s blissed-out face.
Tristan cracked open an eye. “C’mere.” He pulled Sean on top of his muscled body, and sucked his own fingers until they gleamed wet. A deliciously evil smile curved Tristan’s lips as he slipped first one, then two fingers past the tight ring guarding entry to his hole.
“Oh, yeah.” Sean sighed and grabbed his cock to stroke it slow, wanting to draw out the fire in his blood that Tristan’s touch set off inside him. Tristan’s fingers mercilessly played with him while his dick throbbed in his hand. He wriggled, forcing Tristan deeper. “Ahh.”
“You like that?” Tristan’s brow quirked, and his free hand joined Sean’s. “How ’bout this?” And Sean’s eyes rolled back in his head as Tristan teased along his pulsing shaft, squeezing lightly. Tristan chuckled low. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Mmm. Yeah. Yessss,” he moaned and gave in to the sensations buffeting him from every side. Warm sticky wetness spread between them, his dick pulsing until he was drained. He rolled onto his side, and Tristan carefully slid out, drawing his fingertips down the quivering cleft of his ass.
“I can’t move,” Sean said. He was finding it impossible to keep his eyes open, especially when Tristan wrapped his big arms around him, encasing him.
