Dylan Reeves had effectively worked his way under his skin and was heading full steam ahead to capturing his heart. He would be with this man, anytime, anywhere. Dylan opened completely for him, becoming pliant with his touch, turning him on that much more. Tristan shoved a knee between Dylan’s thighs and settled between them, moving himself until he was grinding against Dylan’s hard arousal.
“I want you.” Tristan broke from the kiss and glanced down at the man who was slowly consuming him. Dylan’s eyes were half-closed, his lips pink and swollen from the sensual assault. Dylan turned his head, baring his neck. What a glorious sight.
“God, you’re fucking sexy,” Tristan growled as he latched on to Dylan’s neck, sucking the warm skin between his teeth. He was careful not to leave a mark where anyone might see. Tristan pushed up on his forearm and quickly worked at freeing himself. He hovered close to Dylan’s ear as he began to work the buttons of Dylan’s jeans. He licked around the shell of his ear before thrusting his tongue inside. The response was immediate and exactly what Tristan wanted. Dylan grabbed his hair, holding his head firmly in place as he wrapped both of his long legs around him.
The move was awkward and Dylan had such a tight hold, Tristan had to force himself slightly up so he could grab both of their cocks in one hand. Dylan bucked at the contact.
“It feels good,” Dylan gasped, encasing Tristan tightly in his arms. The move was endearing and sweet but not the best position to help jack them off. He pushed up as far as Dylan would allow and began stroking them in earnest. He was close, just being near this man did all sorts of things to him, and that combined with the intimacy of this act, had him already walking the edge. He couldn’t hold back his impending release. He tightened his grip, pumping his fist faster and watched his lover’s beautiful face as he uttered the words, “Come for me.”
Dylan barely had time to lift his shirt before his body arched and his orgasm claimed him, painting his chest and stomach with splatters of thick cream. The moment was so hot Tristan had no choice but to follow suit. His balls churned hotly and the warmth of Dylan’s cock moving against his spread along every nerve ending in his body. He was so caught up he couldn’t even shout as he marked Dylan’s stomach with his seed. He continued to stroke them both till the last sensitive shudder faded.
Damn, that hadn’t been planned, but shit… Tristan had a hard time balancing, and he finally gathered enough strength to shove back and rest on his ankles. He looked up at the stars, still trying to catch his breath. Fuck! That was amazing.
“I’m a mess,” Dylan whispered, his breathing still unsteady. The roughness in his voice made Tristan grin.
“Hang on.” Tristan looked over at the food, which was everywhere. He’d scattered every container all over the blanket while laying Dylan back. He dug in the basket and found the water bottles before dousing a napkin. “It’s gonna be cold.”
Tristan quickly ran the wet cloth across Dylan’s stomach and got an immediate reaction. The cold water caused him to quiver and his muscles to ripple. And that still half plump cock, quickly deflated.
“We made a mess.” This time Dylan’s eyes were on the blanket covered with food.
“I should’ve let you eat more.” Tristan finished cleaning Dylan, before he started working to right some of the spilled dishes. “I don’t think we can save it, but I can order in.”
Dylan sat up, pushing himself back into his underwear. He zipped up then tucked his shirt back into his jeans while Tristan worked at cleaning the mess on their blanket. He should be helping, but the impact of having such a intimate sexual experience performed in such a public place came crashing down on him.
Tristan did these kinds of things to him. Made him forget himself. He pushed him until he didn’t know which way was up or down. Until he gave in and did the exact opposite of what he should have done. No other person on this planet held that much control over him. How did this man do that?
“You okay?” Tristan asked, standing. The food seemingly forgotten.
“I don’t know how you do this to me.” Dylan tried to explain, and a grin spread across Tristan’s face.
“That’s something I’ve been asking myself since I laid eyes on you. Here, carry the basket. It’s getting late. At this point, Julian will be there before we arrive.” Dylan took the basket Tristan handed him, realizing he hadn’t gotten an answer. Tristan scooped up the blanket from the four sides, allowing all the contents to fall to the middle. Without another word, he trailed along behind Tristan, making his way back up the path. Tristan carried the blanket extended away from his body.
When they got to the parking area, Tristan walked to a trashcan and placed the entire blanket inside the big metal container. “I love my car too much. I don’t want that to spill. Terrible, huh?” Tristan asked, clicking the key fob. He carefully inspected the basket before allowing it inside. “Wanna drive?”
Dylan shook his head and started for the passenger side. Tristan reached out and stopped him, pulling him closer. “Are you nervous?”
“A little,” he admitted. He was still more stuck on the fact he planned to do any of this to begin with. Tristan pulled him against his body, but he pushed back, stepping away. He held his hands in front of him, stopping Tristan from coming any closer. He’d just kissed and fucked Tristan’s fist, all in the open on a public beach. Anyone could have seen them. Tristan had the ability to destroy his boundaries.
“It’s not wrong. What we’re doing, I mean,” Tristan said, but he took a step back and then another, and something crossed his face that Dylan couldn’t read.
“What we do behind closed doors is one thing, but I shouldn’t have let that happen down there,” Dylan said. Tristan made his way to the driver’s side and opened the door, but didn’t get in. He just looked at him over the roof of the car.
“Funny. What I’ll remember about that moment is that I was so turned on by you I lost sight of everything just to touch you.” Tristan lowered himself into his seat behind the wheel and shut the door. Dylan was left standing there, speechless. Was that a line? Surely to god it was. He opened the door and got inside as Tristan started the car.
“How many times have you used that line before?” Dylan asked.
“Never. You’re gonna learn I say what I feel. I’m not the player you think I am. I haven’t had to be.” Tristan stared at him a moment, and he could see the hurt there…and maybe uncertainty. Tristan shifted the car to reverse and backed them out.
“I’m sorry. It’s all me, not you,” Dylan apologized, rubbing his sweaty palms along his thighs. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
Tristan stayed silent as he drove. It was dark, but Dylan thought he saw a small tic in his jaw.
“Really. I’m sorry,” he offered. “I just don’t understand what I’m doing. This isn’t me. I don’t do these things and then you look my way and I just lose it. It’s me, not you. I shouldn’t take it out on you.”
“Look, I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. That’s a surprise to me too. At first you were the awkward closeted guy, but that’s all changed. I don’t know why, but I’m not playing you,” Tristan explained, sliding the gear shift into fifth. “I shouldn’t have jacked you off out on the beach. Yes, I crossed lines, but I’m crossing every line there is already—I’m trying to buy your company. A smart move would have been to leave you in that closet. I have a lot to lose by hooking up with you, whether you realize it or not.”
Dylan let that thought sit there between them. Tristan was right. He hadn’t considered Tristan’s side of this, and he scrubbed a hand down over his face. “I never considered the possibility I’d be going to work for you. This can’t go on past this weekend.”
“I haven’t asked for a long-term commitment¸” Tristan said, grinning at Dylan. Now, he felt silly. Tristan reached over and bumped his shoulder. “I’m not trying to make this any more than what it is. When you finally come out, I see a long line of men wanting some of this.” Tristan reached down
and grabbed Dylan’s crotch.
“We’ll never speak of tonight again?” Dylan asked, ignoring Tristan’s hand on his groin.
“Of course not. That breaks the guy code,” Tristan replied and withdrew his hand. He was happy again, lighthearted. It seemed like that was Tristan’s preferred disposition.
“Good. I’m really nervous.”
“You should be, but it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with threesomes as long as everyone knows the score.” Tristan winked at him. He’d always wanted to be more adventurous. He wasn’t a prude by any means, but things like this just never happened to him.
He picked at a hangnail on his thumb and couldn’t meet Tristan’s gaze, didn’t want him to see the insecurity hidden there.
“You’ll see.”
“Do I need a safe word?” That had just occurred to him. He needed to know the rules of the game. He was trying to prepare himself so he didn’t appear so naïve when the time arrived. He could play any game if he understood the rules.
“What? No! We aren’t tying you up and whipping you, unless you want that.” Tristan’s brow lifted as he tried to hide his chuckle.
“No, I don’t think I’m into that.” He actually definitely knew he wouldn’t be into that.
“I think the word no is sufficient for tonight.” Tristan smiled and took Dylan’s hand back in his, placing a simple kiss on his knuckles. “I want you to like this. Tonight’s all about pleasure, everyone’s pleasure.”
Tristan pulled the car into his driveway and opened the garage door about ten minutes later than they’d planned to arrive. There was a jaguar parked in the driveway, where a figure leaned against the car, arms and ankles crossed. When the headlights flashed across him, the tall, athletically built man looked up, tapping his watch, and all Dylan could think was the man was beautiful. The insecurity building inside grew by leaps and bounds.
“He’s a good guy.” Tristan slid the gear in first and turned off the car.
“I’m not sure I’m a threesome kind of guy,” Dylan said quietly into the dark.
“It can be fun, I promise. But we’ll go slow. Remember, no is the safe word.”
“You’re making fun of me,” Dylan said, looking over at Tristan as he opened his door.
“Only a little, come on.” Tristan winked before opening the door. He watched Julian walk through the garage and into the back of the house. Clearly he’d made this walk before.
“Get me all excited and then keep me waiting,” Julian called out. He stood casually in the doorway, the kitchen light shining down on him almost as if it had been put there to accentuate his good looks. And he was everything Dylan had thought he would be. The guy was extraordinarily attractive. A clean, polished sort of man that looked like he walked off the cover of a Dolce and Gabbana advertisement. “He’s pretty sexy in the suburban hot soccer dad kind of way.” Julian winked.
“Julian meet Dylan. Dylan, Julian.” Tristan introduced them, sliding past Julian. “Give him a break. He’s new to all of this.”
“A virgin, how sweet and yummy.” Julian leered at Dylan, touching his arm, feeling the muscle underneath. The guy started to slide his hand along Dylan’s arm to his chest.
“I’m betting he’s probably gonna give it more than one try after tonight,” Julian purred, squeezing Dylan’s ass as he passed by. Funny, he hadn’t ever realized he didn’t like to be randomly touched and moved out from the hold.
Again, the thoughts resurfaced that three was probably too many for him. He didn’t see this turning out well at all. Forcing his mind to change focus, he decided he should consider tonight a rite of passage. Something he needed to experience to know for sure, so he followed Tristan through the house, walking a little faster to keep from being molested by Julian who trailed behind him.
Tristan turned on lamps as he went straight to the wet bar.
“We’ll just have to wait and see. He’s got rules. Here,” Tristan said, pouring Dylan a double shot of Jäger.
“Liquid courage. I remember those days,” Julian chuckled. The guy knew his way around enough to open the back windows. “I’ll have a shot.”
Tristan poured Julian one and refilled Dylan’s. “Remember, you can stop at any time.”
“But why would he?” Julian sing-songed, pulling his lightweight sweater over his head, tossing it aside. He wasn’t bulked up like Tristan, but every muscle in his chest was defined, so was his stomach. Dylan drank the next shot and looked between Julian and Tristan. They were both extraordinary male specimens, and it occurred to him that he was definitely the odd man out in this room. He set down the shot glass for another.
“Is it a requirement to look like you guys to live on Laguna Beach?” Dylan asked, downing the next shot.
“I’m from the Valley, hon.” Like that explained anything to Dylan. Julian kept shedding his clothes, making this his own little strip show right there in the middle of Tristan’s living room.
“I probably need another one.” Dylan kept his eyes on Julian, waiting for the liquor to kick in. With enough alcohol and as good-looking as the guy was, Dylan began to see how this evening might possibly play out all right.
“Are you sure?” Tristan asked. Some of the shots were doubles and they hadn’t eaten much dinner, but fuck, he was still so nervous.
“Yeah,” Dylan said, handing Tristan the glass. He watched as the slacks came off, exposing a half aroused but well-hung cock.
“Will I do?” Julian asked Dylan, stepping closer. Tristan handed him the glass, and he drank the shot down in one gulp. Julian came forward and removed the glass from his hand, discarding it on the bar. He never took his eyes from Dylan.
Finally, he could feel the effects of the alcohol beginning to settle in.
“Let me guess. I’m pretty good at this. You have a wife, a couple of kids, and you’ve lived in the South your whole closet-filled life,” Julian stated matter-of-factly, tugging Dylan’s shirttail from his jeans and lifting the material over his head.
“Did you tell him that?” Dylan turned to Tristan. He thought his words might have been slightly slurred.
“Not even your name before I introduced you in the garage.” Tristan grinned, lifting a hand to give his oath. He had a cocktail glass in his hand, drinking something clear with limes. Dylan reached out and took the glass from him, taking a large gulp. It was gin. He handed the glass back to Tristan as he felt his belt buckle being loosened.
“I’ve just seen it all. It comes with the job,” Julian said, fumbling with his blue jeans’ button and zipper. “He doesn’t know how hot he is, does he?” Julian asked, looking over his shoulder at Tristan.
“No idea,” Tristan smirked, drinking from the refresher he’d made.
“What’s your job?” Dylan asked, slightly confused. The welcomed numbness made his thoughts a little harder to assimilate.
“Model, escort, you name it,” Julian said and slid his hands inside Dylan’s pants. His palms were cold and any nerve he built faded as he sucked in his breath.
“Slow it down, J,” Tristan said, stepping closer to Dylan. “He needs time. Come sit down. Take it slow with him.”
“I’ve only got a couple of hours. I’m meeting someone,” Julian quietly replied.
“That’s okay,” Tristan assured.
“Are you paying him to be here?” Dylan asked. The alcohol had officially gone to his head, slowing his thoughts. He required Tristan to guide him the few steps to the living room. That ocean view became the backdrop as he sat down in the center of the sofa with Tristan beside him.
“No, it’s more of an understanding kind of deal.” Julian chuckled and sat down on the other side of him.
“You still have your clothes on.” Dylan nodded toward Tristan.
“They’ll be off soon enough. Let Julian kiss you.” Tristan’s voice was deep and smooth as he turned toward him. Dylan moved his head and Tristan’s lips were so close he reached out for a kiss. He knew right then the alcohol had done what it
always did and allowed him to override his inhibitions and run free. He might actually be able to pull this off.
Tristan kissed him, keeping the moment light. “Can you kiss Julian now?” Tristan whispered against his lips. All he had to do was turn his head and Julian was there. Dylan had the initial shock of new lips on his. The kiss was awkward, but soft and firm all at the same time. Julian persisted, deepening the kiss quickly. Too quickly. When Julian shoved his skilled tongue down Dylan’s throat, the image of Tristan, sitting beside him, watching him with this other guy flooded his brain and everything changed.
Tristan took a long drink of the gin, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of him. He watched with interest as Julian’s usually clever moves remained unnoticed by Dylan. He’d thought the two of them would have been about the hottest thing he’d ever seen, but instead, he didn’t like this idea at all, hated anyone else putting the moves on Dylan but him. He slid his hands down Dylan’s shoulders then pressed his chest against the heat of Dylan’s broad back and kissed his neck.
The kiss between Julian and Dylan couldn’t have lasted more than a minute. He could tell the alcohol was loosening Dylan up, but when Dylan tore free and looked over at him, his whole entire world stopped. He wanted to be the only one kissing Dylan’s lips and touching his body. Was he jealous of Julian? No, not him. He wasn’t the jealous type or at least he’d never been before. He lifted a hand, brushed his palm down the side of Dylan’s face and leaned in, replacing Julian’s lips with his own. He opened immediately, kissing Dylan with all the possession he’d just experienced. Dylan turned in his arms, wrapped himself around Tristan, and he did the same. This sexy man began to gently make love to Tristan’s mouth with lips, tongue, and teeth.
He had no idea how long they stayed wrapped around each other or how long the kiss lasted, he just knew every part of him wanted every part of Dylan. It wasn’t until Dylan jerked and his body pitched forward that he was torn from the trance. Tristan looked down to see Julian swallowing Dylan whole. Dylan had reacted quickly, apparently wanting nothing to do with the act.
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