Fiery Heat ch 3 - Sex Stories

Fiery Heat ch 3

... Tristan was obviously scared. He did want him…that was equally obvious, but he had to come to terms with how he was feeling first. “When I let you go,” he allowed the growl building in his chest to echo in his words, “if I were you, I would turn that sweet ass around and hightail it back out of this room. If you hesitate, even for a second, if you so much as breathe a hesitation, then I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep against this door that you’ll never hide your screams of pleasure from all the people in this house. Do I make myself clear, Tristan?” Instead of responding, Tristan buried his face in Damon’s neck and held him tightly in place. “Christ…You feel so good.” He whispered shakily. He started rubbing Damon from base to tip, loving the feel of all that hard flesh in his palm. He circled the ball on the top of his glans with his thumb. Damon’s breath rasped, his grip on Tristan tightened. “Tris…” Damon groaned. His control was a fragile thing right now. The only thing stilling the hunger to fuck Tristan right now was the fact that he knew it was important they talk. Tristan was confused right now. Damon knew if he didn’t back off now, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. And something like that would create problems later. “I want you.” Tristan moaned making Damon groan even louder. God he was sexy. “Tell you what,” Damon said holding Tristan at arm’s length, “Go take a cold shower first, then we will have that talk okay? The bathroom’s in there.” “Shower with ...

... me,” he said, running his hand down Damon’s arm. Damon laughed then. “Dude, I just got out of one. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done. Leave your stuff in the laundry basket in there. I’ll leave something for you on the bed. Go on.” “Spoilsport.” Tristan muttered drawing a chuckle from Damon. Tristan knew if he didn’t get a shower and settle his own libido down, he was going to go stark raving mad. His cock was waging a constant war with his head. It was hard, aching, needing Damon. Damon watched him disappear into the bathroom and minutes later heard the shower turn on full f***e. Tristan was sexy as sin. What the fuck was he going to do with him? *** Tristan came down a while later wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower. “Hey, you,” He greeted Damon taking in his loose-fitting black jeans and plain black T- shirt. He looked so fucking sexy, Tristan wanted to jump his bones. Only Damon Reid could managed to make worn jeans and T-shirt look expensive and sexy. “Hey, yourself. Can I get you anything?” “No I’m good.” He replied flopping down on the couch beside Damon who was sitting with his mini i-pad on his thigh and his bare feet on the coffee table. “Work?” Tristan asked. “Uh-huh.” “You work too hard.” “You think?” Damon asked with a raised eye-brow. “And you need to work more. How’s Albatros coming?” “Seriously? Are we going to talk about work?” Tristan shot back. Damon sighed and placed the i-pad on the coffee table. Then he twisted ...