Fiery Heat ch 3 - Sex Stories

Fiery Heat ch 3

... cording his neck. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Damon’s tongue darted out and licked the tip of his dick. “Fuck Damon.” Tristan moaned and wiggled, spreading his legs wider. Hungry moans bubbled in his throat. Damon made a noise of pleasure and reached between his legs to cup his balls. Tristan’s head fell back into the sofa cushion, his breath heaving in and out. Tilting his head, Damon ran his tongue down the pulsing length of Tristan’s cock, following the line of a thick vein. Tristan’s hands fisted by his thighs. He was going out of his mind with pleasure. Damon swirled his tongue around the head, then fluttered the tip just beneath the crown. Then he swallowed him whole. “Christ...” Tristan’s back arched with a serrated groan. He grabbed onto Damon’s head, his fingers tightening in his hair. The drenching heat around the most sensitive part of him nearly drove him out of his mind. Damon’s fingertips massaging his balls just about rolled his eyes into the back of his head. “God, that’s good,” he gasped, his thighs trembling. The pleasure was vicious, tightening around his spine and pooling at his lower back. The erotic sounds filling the room—Damon’s low moans of pleasure, the wet suckling, Tristan’s helpless curses as he felt the orgasm barreling through him . “Damon—” Tristan concentrated on the sensations Damon was layering over him. The feel of his warm tongue, and the suction of those soft lips around him. Damon wasn't taking the time to tease, maybe was ...

... having a hard time holding back himself. He was sucking Tristan's cock like his life depended on it. "It's so good," Tristan whispered, tangling one hand in Damon's hair. Damon made a noise around him, the vibration traveling out and spreading through Tristan's body. He was dying. Couldn’t lie still, wriggling closer, tilting his hips, trying to get him to... "I’m gonna…Damon I’m gonna cum." He finished shakily. He was helpless against the on-coming explosion. A suck, a lick, and a swirl of his tongue and then Tristan was crying out, spilling down Damon's throat in long, ragged pulses, his eyes closed tight. The orgasm which slammed into him, rocked him and took his breath like he had been hit by a truck. "Fuuuuck!" Tristan yelled, his back arching, and then again as he kept shooting. The ecstasy sizzling down his spine kept him coming, his balls aching as he emptied them deep down Damon’s throat. Damon sucked him, wringing everything out of him, every shudder, moan and gasp Damon could get, before backing off. Tristan flopped back onto the couch, sprawling on his back, legs shaking. He felt weak as everything was wrung out of him. "That was intense," Tristan said shakily. "Uh-huh." "I liked it." "You don't say." Then Damon was pulling him up by his hands. He threw Tristan on his back fireman- style and started towards the stairs. “I’m going to fuck your ass, baby,” Damon told Tristan, shocking him, heating his bl**d with the sensual promise. “Hard and deep, Tris. I’m going to ...