Fiery Heat ch 3 - Sex Stories

Fiery Heat ch 3

... dominating the space, covered with soft cream silky sheets. The rest of the furnishings were in cream and black. It was warm, masculine and classy. He heard the shower go off in the en suite bathroom but before he could dash out, Damon strode into the room gloriously nude, moving with that sleek confident grace. He was scrubbing at his shower-damp hair with a towel. Tristan’s mouth fell open. God, Damon was gorgeous. He couldn’t help but admire his beautiful body. It was even hotter and sexier than he had seen in his dreams. His beautiful abs and biceps flexed as he dried himself, hard and rippling with muscle. Wide shoulders tapering down to a lean waist and hips. His gaze fell to his cock and he gasped helplessly. He was huge. Tristan’s mouth went dry at his sheer virility. There was something else that held Tristan’s attention. Damon had a piercing at the crown of his cock. The thickness of his shaft and the silver glint of his barbell almost gave Tristan a seizure. It was…captivating. Tristan didn’t even pretend not to stare at the magnificent package between Damon’s legs. His gasp had drawn Damon’s attention to his presence. But Damon had calmly watched Tristan checking him out. Seen the way he licked his lips whiles staring at his cock. That had been so erotic, his cock had started hardening. His knowing smile attested to the fact that he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on Tristan. “Keep looking at me like that,” he warned, leaning casually to place the towel on ...

... a stand, “See what happens.” He finished as he started toward Tristan in a riveting display of sinuous muscle, his eyes so blue and smoldered with carnal intent. He looked so hot Tristan was surprised the dampness on his skin didn’t steam away. A small sound escaped Tristan, a needy cry as his cock grew hard with wanting. He shook his head but couldn’t take his eyes off the glistening, mushroom-shaped head of Damon’s cock with its piercing. “Damon,” Tristan breathed as Damon’s hands caught him by the hips. His lips opened, just as Damon crashed his lips on his. They were both hard. Tristan’s erection, straining against his jeans, begging to be freed. “When I get you beneath me, I’m going to devour you,” Damon told him harshly as he wrapped the fingers of one of Tristan’s hands around the girth of his cock. They had no hope of circling it fully. His groan was throttled, a sound of agonizing pleasure. “Every inch of your body, Tristan, I’ll make it burn for me.” Tristan was breathing roughly now. The connection was startlingly intense. He was going out of his mind with need. “I’m hard and aching for you Damon. I already burn,” he admitted with slumberous sensuality. But his next words stopped Damon. “But I don’t know what this means. I don’t know what is happening to me Damon.” Damon‘s hand threaded through Tristan’s hair, tilting his head back. His head lowered slowly as he stared down at him, watching his eyes dilate, his skin flush then pale alarmingly. “Fuck!” Damon swore. ...