Secret

by Kindle Alexander

Tristan’s expression softened. “You can have anything you want, Dylan. I’m more than happy to explore each and every one of your fantasies.” Tristan took his mouth in a blistering kiss. He opened under the assault, moaning as Tristan’s tongue slid against his. He tasted himself mixed with the alcohol he and Tristan had drunk earlier, and damn, it was a heady mix. Just the thought of what Tristan had done to him had him craving more. He took the initiative and deepened the kiss, searching and probing the farthest reaches of Tristan’s mouth.

  Tristan was completely naked as he broke from the heated kiss and strolled to the bedside table on the other side of the bed. Dylan couldn’t tear his gaze from the tempting sight in front of him. His body vibrated from the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the promise of something he had wanted for so long completely within his grasp. Tristan dug around in the top drawer. Both men watched one another, then a suggestive grin slid across Tristan’s face as he pulled several packets and a bottle of lube from the drawer.

  “In my haste to get you in my bed, I left the other ones outside on the deck table.” Tristan shut the drawer and crawled onto the bed, watching him the whole time.

  “You’re too far away from me.” Tristan crooked his finger and motioned for him to come closer. The fire in Tristan’s gaze had Dylan’s body heating to the point of boiling. “You’re so beautiful, you have no idea how much I want you.” Dylan’s first reaction at hearing those words was to cover his erection, hide his need. He’d hidden his needs for so long that giving in to them now somehow seemed wrong. He was so fucking messed up in his head. It amazed him Tristan would even give him this time. No, he wouldn’t spend another second on this mental bullshit. Besides, how could giving in to his desires be wrong and yet feel so right at the same time?

  “Don’t close up on me now,” Tristan said, crawling closer.

  “This just seems so…” He didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words. He would have used the word surreal but it seemed too clichéd at the moment. The passion he found in Tristan’s eyes chased the doubt from his thoughts and made this experience so much more than his first fuck. Tristan was making this moment special and right, everything he’d dreamed of.

  “Being here with you just makes everything so real.”

  Tristan sat up on his knees and held out his hand. It took a moment, but Dylan joined him on the bed. Tristan took Dylan’s hand and poured the lube directly on his fingers. He turned around and placed the bottle close by, then spread his ass cheek to the side as he balanced on his knees.

  “This is real and I’m all yours. Touch me,” Tristan growled.

  Dylan could hardly wrap his mind around all the emotions coursing through him at the moment, but this was exactly what he’d always wanted. The man’s ass was pure perfection. He ran the tip of his trembling finger around Tristan’s rim, making sure there was plenty of lube before he pressed into Tristan’s ass. The warmth and tightness that greeted him constricted his balls, kicking up the beat of his heart. Dylan took his time, massaging the rim, exploring the contour and texture of that taut ring of muscle before he slid his slick hand along the crevice of Tristan’s ass and then back down again. He watched the muscles in Tristan’s back flex as he gently eased his finger past the rim, until his digit was completely inside the snug, warm confines of Tristan’s body.

  Tristan stayed silent, except for quiet moans of encouragement. He lifted his knee as he lowered his head, and his fingers gripped the duvet. Dylan wasn’t entirely certain of everything to do to get a man ready for such a breach, so he winged it, doing a combination of massaging the rim and moving his finger slowly in and out. He’d had sex before, many times, but nothing prepared him for his feelings and emotions at his first sexual experience with a man.

  He could feel Tristan loosening, the ring of muscle relaxing with his continued touch. He had the deep desire to use his tongue where his thumb worked. His mouth watered at the thought of licking at the tempting flesh, but he held off and added another digit, better stretching and working Tristan’s hot channel. He’d honestly never seen anything so beautiful as his fingers disappearing in and pulling out of Tristan’s body. The slight moans and small movement of Tristan’s hips encouraged him to keep going. He couldn’t believe how easy it was to be with this man. He should be nervous, but he couldn’t find it within himself to dredge up that now foreign emotion.

  He pressed in and pulled out, over and over. Need and lust like none he’d ever known slammed into him the longer he watched this show in front of him. His cock ached with anticipation. He couldn’t ever remember needing to be buried in someone as much as he needed to feel this man’s warmth surrounding him.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck me with your fingers.” Tristan groaned and pressed his ass back harder against Dylan’s hand.

  Dylan searched out that knot with the tip of his finger. He wasn’t as experienced as Tristan but he knew all about the prostate. Tristan moaned again and shoved back harder against his hand. He’d finally found what he was looking for and curled his fingers, making sure he massaged that gland every time he entered Tristan’s body. God, he wanted nothing more than to give Tristan pleasure. Yes, this was technically his first time with a man, but he’d had his own fingers up his ass plenty and knew exactly how good it could feel. He twisted his fingers and Tristan bucked.

  “Give me more, Dylan… Need to feel you stretching my ass,” Tristan begged. Dylan’s cock leaked pre-come freely now as his balls drew up tightly against his body. He could come from just watching Tristan’s ass take his fingers.

  With Tristan’s encouragement, Dylan slammed his fingers in and out of Tristan a few more times before withdrawing them completely. He couldn’t wait any longer or he’d truly come on himself from just the pleasure of giving Tristan what he wanted. He made quick work with the condom, gripped his own dick, and drizzled lube over the latex. With his hand Dylan spread the slick liquid and lined up with Tristan’s entrance. This was it, the moment he’d waited for, the moment he’d denied himself for so long. He circled the rim of Tristan’s ass with his tip, gasping as the head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle and into the other man’s searing heat.

  The tightness drew the breath from his lungs as he carefully pushed in deeper. He was slowly drowning in Tristan, losing himself to this man inch by glorious inch.

  “Fuck…” Tristan exhaled as Dylan seated himself deep inside his ass. Dylan froze at Tristan’s gasp. He didn’t want to hurt him. He held himself back even though his body strummed with energy and a need to pound into Tristan.

  “This feels so good. I want to hammer into you so badly.” He slid his hand up Tristan’s hip and along the small of his back. The feel of hard muscles under his palm seemed so right, but also completely foreign.

  “Yes, move… Fuck me!” Tristan’s voice quivered. “Dylan, please…”

  Dylan pulled back slowly and thrust forward, sinking deeper and deeper into all of Tristan’s welcoming warmth. Tristan clenched around him, driving all coherent thoughts away.

  “Touch me,” Tristan commanded, working his hips with the rhythm he created. Dylan reached around and gripped Tristan’s cock in his palm. He began to stroke the hard length in perfect time to his pounding thrusts.

  “I wanna stay deep inside you. You feel so right.” He picked up the pace, reared back, and slammed into Tristan over and over again. The ache in his balls grew with every thrust. His knees weakened as he hammered into that tight channel.

  “I can’t last…so tight.” Dylan canted his hips forward, changing the angle. Tristan’s ass clenched and fluttered around him as he aimed for his gland. He wanted to drive Tristan crazy with need.

  “Yes, harder,” Tristan half moaned, half gasped. He reached down, covering Dylan’s hand on his cock and made him stroke hard and fast. “Make me come, Dylan.”

  He tightened his grip on Tristan’s hip, holding him in place with one hand as he began to pound wildly into this handsome, magnificent man’s
body and continued to work Tristan’s rigid cock with his other. Dylan kept thrusting until his own legs threatened to collapse and his heart drummed painfully in his chest. His orgasm built and his balls churned as the familiar heat swelled in the lowest regions of his spine. Dylan drove himself mindlessly in and out of Tristan’s ass, the sweat rolling down his temple as the sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. He didn’t want this to end, he’d never felt as whole or complete as he did in this very moment.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Tristan shouted as Dylan felt the other man’s hot release cover his hand. That was all it took for Dylan’s orgasm to steal his sight and take his breath. He gave in and rode out the intense pleasure, not wanting the moment to ever end as Tristan’s ass milked every last ounce of seed from his body.

  The nagging chirp of his alarm woke Dylan from a pleasant dream, causing him to groan at the unwelcome interruption. He kept his eyes closed and reached out to mute the offending sound. Confusion assailed him when his hand brushed against warm human flesh. What the hell? His alarm always sat on the left side of his bed, on his nightstand. Still groggy from the sleep-induced hangover, Dylan stretched his arm out for the second time, determined to silence the irritating tone. His hand bumped into an unmistakable, lightly furred chest, and his eyes fluttered open. The sight of a gorgeous, smiling Tristan lying on the other side of the bed, dangling his phone between two fingers, had him all but forgetting the annoying alarm. Tristan silenced the noise and placed the cell back on the bed.

  “Umm…sorry about that. What time is it?” Dylan mumbled, hoping he didn’t sound like an idiot. His cheeks heated and his body stirred as memories of last night flooded his brain. He really didn’t know how to act in this situation.

  “Five thirty. We could go back to sleep. We aren’t meeting until ten,” Tristan replied, that sexy smile still lighting his eyes.

  “I set my alarm early. I wanted to run this morning.” Dylan turned over onto his back and scrubbed a hand over his face, staring up at the ceiling. He was pretty damn tired. They’d only gone to bed a few hours ago.

  “Are you getting up? I can drive you,” Tristan offered, scooting closer to him, draping both an arm and a leg over Dylan’s body. He drew the covers up around them and laid his head on the other half of Dylan’s pillow.

  “Nah, you don’t have to, unless you want to. It’s early. I really think your idea’s a much better option.” He lifted an arm to wrap around the one Tristan had across his chest. “Do I need to set my alarm again?”

  “No, mine’s set for eight thirty. Is that enough time?” Tristan asked.

  “I hope.” A large yawn escaped his lips as his eyes closed.

  Tristan nudged him “Turn over. I want to spoon. I like the way you fit against me. And while you’re at it, give me a little bit more of your pillow.” Tristan chuckled and pulled him closer. Dylan pressed back against Tristan’s warmth and fell back to sleep instantly.

  “You could wear something of mine,” Tristan offered from his closet.

  “I need to get back before the guys go down for breakfast.” Dylan looked up at the clock. He sat on the end of the bed, completely naked, a pained looked on his face. “I bet they’re already down there. I should have gotten up earlier.”

  Tristan grabbed the Advil he kept in his bathroom and a glass of water, taking them over to Dylan. He watched as the man quickly swallowed them down. Of course he had a hangover. He had made it clear he hadn’t drunk much since he sobered up and at least came out to himself. That had sounded like those were during the college years. “They know you run, right. Take some of my athletic shorts and a T-shirt.”

  Dylan appeared to consider that plan. Well, at least he hadn’t gotten the immediate no he’d gotten with every one of his other ideas on how to get them to the meeting this morning.

  “I can drive you to the hotel,” Tristan suggested as he headed back to his closet where he pulled out an old pair of Lakers athletic shorts, then put them back. That screamed California, not Texas. He chose a solid black pair and Nerd Herd T-shirt sent to him when the show Chuck was so popular.

  “I’ll take a cab. I can’t risk anyone seeing me coming back this morning after we left together last night.”

  “It’ll take forever for a cab to get here. Just tell them I ran with you this morning,” Tristan offered, handing over the clothes.

  “Then why would we have your car?” Dylan questioned as he pulled the clothes on.

  “We went and got coffee,” Tristan answered nonchalantly on his way to the bathroom. “I have a toothbrush and your hair needs to be brushed. Oh wait, I have a ball cap you can use.”

  “I don’t run with a ball cap. David knows that,” Dylan replied, bypassing Tristan. For the first time that morning, he noticed Dylan wasn’t really looking at him. He’d blamed the attitude on the lingering effects of the alcohol, but now he wasn’t so certain. Did he have regrets?

  Oh no… No regrets. Last night had been perfect for both of them. The last thing he wanted was Dylan to wish last night away. Tristan moved from the doorway of the bathroom to give Dylan some privacy. Digging through his dresser, he chose what he hoped looked like running clothes. He definitely never ran. Sure, he lifted and worked the elliptical more hours than he could count, but that running thing had never been a draw for him.

  He dressed quietly, watching the door. He absolutely didn’t want Dylan pulling away from him. He’d loved last night. For him, he’d never expected to feel the emotion he had. He loved holding Dylan in his arms out on the deck, his body trembling, completely sensitive to his touch and breath. And then afterward… Damn, that was incredible.

  All of this was so far outside of his personal comfort zone. He never fell for one-night stands. What was wrong with him? He didn’t fantasize about the men he slept with, and he sure didn’t use the word incredible to describe his trysts. So why should this guy be any different?

  That seemed like the million dollar question. But he certainly couldn’t deny his night with Dylan had been unlike any other in his past. And he didn’t seem to be running from the connection, pretending they never happened.

  As he slid on his tennis shoes, he sat on the end of the bed, smiling at the fact that he wasn’t sore. He rarely bottomed, yet his ass wasn’t protesting this morning. Dylan had been tender while methodically opening him both carefully and gently until he slowly picked up the pace and fucked him senseless. By the time they’d finished last night, he’d come twice and turned into a listless lump of sated human flesh. It took time for him to coordinate his brain with a normal body function like lifting a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. The teacher had absolutely become the student where Dylan Reeves was concerned. And he’d hoped for a repeat tonight.

  “What about my clothes?”

  “I can have them delivered to your room today,” he offered, handing Dylan a pair of running shoes. “You’re about my size.”

  “You’re more bulky,” Dylan retorted, dropping each shoe and working his feet inside.

  “You can’t tell that in the shirt,” Tristan grabbed his wallet, cell, and keys. “My garage’s downstairs.”

  “You have a downstairs? I don’t remember that from last night,” Dylan said, walking out of the back of the room to the deck where he’d left his clothes.

  “My clothes are gone,” Dylan announced rather loudly.

  “They’re in here. Maria’s here. She’s efficient like that.” Tristan walked into the kitchen, and as suspected, Dylan’s clothes were nicely folded on the edge of the kitchen table.

  “Someone’s here?” Dylan asked, completely panicked, staying out on the patio. That deflated Tristan a little more.

  “She’s my housekeeper. She’s discreet. No one will know, I promise. What do you need out of these?” Dylan looked around and slowly walked to the kitchen. Tristan wondered what he would have done if Maria had walked out with him in the house. She was good at staying hidden. She rarely let herself be seen when he ha
d company.

  Dylan dug through his clothes until he found his wallet. Tristan shut the back walls to his house, closing everything up, and held a side door open in the kitchen. Dylan followed him down the steps toward his garage, still looking around for Maria as the lights came on.

  “Oh my god,” Dylan exclaimed. That was the first time in several minutes Dylan had dropped his guard. He had to admit the brand new Ferrari parked inside was pretty magnificent, enough so that it apparently made Dylan forget all about Maria. The mood of earlier dissolved as he did a full circle around the vehicle. “This is my dream car.”

  That had Tristan laughing. “It’s mine too. This is my second one. I just got this a few weeks ago. Wanna drive?”

  Dylan looked up, startled. “No! I mean absolutely, but no. Of course not. What if something happened?”

  “Nothing’s going to happen and it’s completely insured.” Tristan dangled the keys from his fingers.

  “No, if anyone sees me, they won’t understand why I’m driving your car,” Dylan replied. Tristan nodded, masking his features. As much as this whole morning had taken its toll on his emotional state, Tristan could understand how much Dylan’s life must suck living under that much concealment and fear of being found out. He used the key fob to unlock the car and opened the garage door.

  “Then cancel on the group dinner tonight and come back over here,” Tristan said, starting the car. The engine roared to life, and the fascination was back on Dylan’s face as he put the car in reverse and backed out. He and Dylan connected on so many levels. Data centers, miles of servers, car coolness factors and their engines. Then there was sex… “You can take her for a spin along the coast. I know a perfect drive to watch the sunset.”

  Tristan tried for casual with that comment. It had actually surprised him when he suggested they get together tonight after watching Dylan bow up tight thinking Maria might see him. As far as they were both concerned, last night should have been a onetime deal. Taking a car ride along the ocean sounded very much like a date, not a casual opportunity to give his baby a spin. Damn, he’d messed that up and looked over to gauge Dylan’s response. The shell-shocked look had returned.