Secret

by Kindle Alexander

  “Don’t come, not yet,” Tristan said and squeezed the base of his dick, removing any hope of relief from his pending orgasm. Dylan exhaled and tipped his face up, his eyes burning into Tristan’s.

  “But I need to,” he objected, threading his fingers into Tristan’s hair. “It won’t be my only one, you know it. You’re all I can think about.”

  “I’m happy to hear that, but I’m greedy and I want this one in my mouth,” Tristan said, sliding off the couch between his parted thighs until his knees hit the floor. Dylan groaned as Tristan removed his shoes and socks then righted him into a sitting position. Dylan helped, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside as he lifted his hips and let Tristan rid him of his underwear and slacks.

  Tristan slid his palms up Dylan’s thighs and took him in hand. He was lost. All defenses were gone when the warm, wet heat of Tristan’s mouth engulfed him. Fuck! Tristan swallowed him to the root, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Tristan’s throat. He gripped Tristan’s head, guiding him down, and lifted his hips up at the same time, wanting more. He was careful not to thrust too hard; he didn’t want to gag Tristan…but damn, it felt amazing.

  Tristan’s head bobbed up and down on him, the friction his mouth created had him bucking up off the couch. Tristan moaned and played with his sac, knowing exactly what he was doing. Dylan realized at that moment he’d never tasted Tristan, only tasted himself on Tristan’s lips. He pulled back and held Tristan’s head in place, trying to stop him.

  “Tristan,” he forced out and tried to move away.

  Tristan pulled off his dick with an audible pop and looked up at him. “Are you okay?”

  “More than, but I want to give you…I’ve never…” Dylan stopped the flow of words, hoping Tristan understood.

  “Are you asking if you can suck my dick, Mr. Reeves?” Tristan’s brow lifted and a wicked glint flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips suggestively, wrapped a hand around Dylan’s cock, and stroked him slowly.

  Dylan swallowed hard. “I want to suck you, but I don’t know if I can make you feel as good as you make me feel. I haven’t…you know…sucked anyone before.” His own embarrassment had him stumbling for the right words. He wasn’t sure how to even start, all he knew was he wanted to please Tristan.

  “Right now, if you were to blow on my dick, I’d come,” Tristan laughed. “Seriously, that’s the hottest and sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I have an idea.” Tristan quit stroking him and stood to rid himself of his clothing before taking Dylan’s hand and leading him to the suite’s bedroom. Dylan watched in curiosity as Tristan moved to the other side of the room, grabbed the lube and condoms from his suitcase, and gave him that devilish smile.

  “Let’s just say, I hoped there might be a small chance of you fucking me and I wanted to be prepared.” Tristan gave him a wink and moved to the bed. Dylan remained in the doorway as Tristan positioned himself in the middle of the bed and started shamelessly stroking his cock. What incredible visual stimulation. Fuck, he could watch that man fondling himself all day long. Dylan’s mouth watered as he thought over what he was about to do. He was nervous about pleasing Tristan, but excited too.

  “Aren’t you going to join me?” Tristan’s voice pulled him back down to earth.

  Dylan nodded and made his way to the bed. He didn’t stand at the bedside long because Tristan reached up with his free hand and tugged Dylan down beside him. Tristan ran his fingers around the head of his own prick, gathering the wetness from the tip, and brought his fingers to Dylan’s lips.

  “Taste me, Dylan.” Tristan’s steel gray eyes bore into him and that deep voice vibrated through his body, making his dick twitch in response.

  Dylan licked the moisture from Tristan’s fingers then sucked them into his mouth. Tristan’s taste wasn’t much different than his own, sweeter perhaps.

  “God, that’s so fucking hot,” Tristan growled, removing his fingers, then took his mouth in a kiss. Dylan melted against Tristan. Had he really believed there was any chance in hell he could have resisted Tristan tonight? The kiss grew deeper. Tongues, lips, and teeth met in a frenzy of heated moans. Their hands roamed and stroked one another. Dylan ground his dick against Tristan’s hard length, searching for relief.

  “In my mouth,” Dylan panted, breaking from the kiss. He grabbed Tristan’s cock, stroking him as he kissed along his jaw and down his chest and stomach. Tristan groaned.

  “Wait, turn around, crawl on top of me and put your knees on either side of my shoulders.”

  He watched Tristan move down farther on the bed, then did exactly what Tristan suggested and straddled his face. He was on his knees, legs spread on either side of Tristan’s head. Tristan slapped his butt and guided him into position, nuzzling his balls in the process. At first, he felt a little self-conscious, but the things Tristan kept doing with his mouth and fingers overrode the embarrassment.

  Strong, sure fingers caressed him and stroked him. “You’re in control; take it as slow as you want. I’m so going to enjoy this.” Tristan propped himself up. He lifted his head and parted Dylan’s ass cheeks and then began to lick around his rim with his warm and moist and very persistent tongue.

  “Oh, fuck that feels amazing.” Dylan sat back and let Tristan do what he wanted, because it felt so damn incredible. For a split second, he’d almost forgotten his mission at hand.

  Dylan gathered his wits after a minute or two of enjoying Tristan’s wicked tongue and fingers. He bent, leaning all the way forward, and grabbed Tristan’s dick in his hand, giving him a few solid strokes. Tristan was hard as hell and it was all for him. His dick jerked at the thought. He lowered himself to his forearm, admiring Tristan’s nice, thick cut cock as it got closer.

  Dylan stuck his tongue out for a taste and lapped at the moisture building at the tip. Tristan’s essence burst across his mouth. He tasted of salt and Tristan. There was no doubt he could become addicted. The smell of him, like citrus and sweet summer rain. The feel of him, hard steel wrapped in soft velvet, pressed against his tongue. Dylan teased the head of Tristan’s cock with his lips, then took in as much of him as he could without triggering his gag reflex.

  Dylan had a hard time concentrating with Tristan mouthing at his balls. He slid his lips over Tristan and heard him groan. Dylan bobbed his head careful not to take him too deep. He curled his tongue around Tristan’s cock. He liked it when Tristan did that to him, so surely Tristan would like it too.

  “You’re perfect, Dylan,” Tristan said breathlessly and started to stroke him. Dylan sucked him to the rhythm set by Tristan’s fist. He was getting braver, taking him deeper each time, trying to imitate all the things Tristan had done to him. Sliding up and down, swirling his tongue around Tristan’s tip, while using his hand to stroke his shaft.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!” Tristan gasped. “Feels so good.”

  Dylan sucked harder, alternating between hollowing his cheeks and working his tongue into the tiny slit at the tip of his dick. Tristan stopped stroking and used his arms to push Dylan’s knees back so he could slide down lower. He stretched out as Tristan swallowed his dick and toyed with his balls. He fucked into Tristan’s welcoming mouth, sucking the man with every thrust of his own hips. The mind-blowing sensation was new and thrilling all at the same time.

  After a few hard thrusts, Tristan rolled them to their sides. Dylan mimicked Tristan’s technique, enjoying the needy sounds Tristan made with every flick and lick of his tongue. The heat built, tingling in his spine, and he thrust faster and harder into his lover’s mouth. Tristan’s fingers pressed the area behind his balls and his mouth swallowed him deeper.

  Dylan pulled back a moment to hiss, “I can’t hold back,” before resuming his exploration of Tristan’s cock. The pressure built. He couldn’t stop. Tristan’s mouth drove him completely insane. Damn, he loved that mouth, loved the sounds Tristan made, the smell of Tristan’s musk, and the feel of his tongue sliding over him. Everything combined was too much for him to
take. His body trembled uncontrollably and he cried out around Tristan’s dick as his orgasm burst free. Every muscle seized, paralyzing him as he gave up his load deep down Tristan’s throat. Tristan eagerly swallowed every drop, then jerked his mouth off him.

  “I’m gonna come,” Tristan panted and tried to roll away.

  Dylan gripped him harder and sucked him deeper. Tristan froze, his dick jerked hard, and hot come filled Dylan’s mouth. He swallowed. He hadn’t known if swallowing was something he could do, but he loved every last drop. He kept sucking Tristan as the last of the shudders of orgasm racked his lover’s body.

  They lay there as their bodies spiraled back to earth. Heavy breathing filled the silence of the room. Dylan floated on an after-sex high, his body sated and still thrumming from his release.

  “Damn, that was amazing.” Tristan’s voice broke through the silence.

  Dylan drew back to look at Tristan. He had a big grin on his face, his smile so wide it reminded Dylan of the Cheshire cat.

  “I’m not finished with you yet.” Tristan sucked him back in, the warm, moist tightness engulfing him made his toes curl. Tristan licked him, making little mewing sounds as he cleaned him with his tongue. Dylan couldn’t get his body under control, his hips thrust reflexively. He pressed his lips to Tristan’s hip bone and stroked Tristan, licking around his dick like a lollipop. He was already hard again and so was Tristan.

  “I want to fuck you,” Dylan blurted out. He hadn’t meant to sound so crass, but damn, all of his blood had been drained from his brain.

  “Thought you’d never ask.” Tristan kissed the tip of his dick and scooted away, reaching for the lube and condoms. Tristan turned, moving to his hands and knees.

  “This how you want me?” Tristan wiggled his ass and chuckled.

  “Yeah, pretty much…” Dylan slid off the bed and stretched his legs. Tristan was insatiable, and he was horny as hell—seemed Tristan brought out the best in him.

  Dylan stood at the edge of the bed and pulled Tristan’s hips back toward him. He smoothed his hand over the firm globes in front of him. Damn, Tristan had the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. Tristan spread his legs as Dylan slid his hand in between his ass cheeks and teased his hole with a finger. Tristan turned, looking at Dylan over his shoulder.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this since you left California…” Tristan’s voice was husky with need.

  Tristan scooted the lube in his direction. Dylan slicked his fingers, then added more lube directly to the rim before he pushed a finger in Tristan’s tight ass. He watched as it easily slid inside. Tristan pressed back against him so he added another and kept on until he had three fingers working him open. He curled his fingers inside Tristan and found the gland.

  “Oh god, just fuck me, Dylan.” Tristan dropped his head between his shoulder blades and rocked back.

  When he removed his fingers, Tristan let out a loud moan and reared back against him.

  “No! Keep going,” Tristan panted. Dylan took himself in hand, hurriedly rolled a condom in place, and positioned himself at Tristan’s entrance. Dylan pushed against the ring of muscle and felt his tip slip inside. With a long steady shove, he buried himself deep in Tristan’s ass, causing them both to groan at the sensation. Tristan pushed back against him again, tight heat surrounded him, drawing him deeper inside. He stopped moving, giving Tristan’s body time to adjust.

  “Don’t stop. Fuck me, please,” Tristan commanded. Dylan grabbed Tristan’s hips and plunged deep, pulling almost completely out before slamming back inside. He picked up the rhythm and fucked Tristan hard and fast. Their harsh breathing and muffled groans grew louder.

  When he nailed his lover’s prostate, Tristan moaned. “There, fucking right there…” Tristan’s head snapped back and his body trembled. Dylan’s hips continue to move of their own accord.

  Fire raced through Dylan’s blood, straight to his cock. His hips pistoned in and out of Tristan’s body, making sure he nailed Tristan’s spot with every thrust. Even though he’d already come, he wouldn’t last, not with the way Tristan’s ass gripped him. This man had him so strung out, Tristan was like a drug. Alluring and hard to resist. He was weak against Tristan’s temptation.

  “Fuck!” Tristan whimpered as Dylan took hold of his rigid length and began stroking in time with his thrusts. Sounds of flesh slapping against flesh while his groin hit Tristan’s ass drove his lover to rock back into him, over and over.

  Tristan screamed his name, his ass clenching and contracting around him. He worked Tristan’s cock with his hand, twisting and stroking as he pounded into him from behind. He screwed his eyes shut, his balls churned, tightening against his body as liquid fire rushed through his veins.

  Tristan pressed his face into the pillow and ground his ass back against him, mumbling incoherently. Dylan held Tristan in place, exactly where he wanted him and thrust into him one more time.

  “Aghh… Holy hell!” His body shook uncontrollably as his release crashed into him. His balls emptied in powerful spurts. Pleasure overwhelmed him, drowning him in a torrent of sensation. His legs gave way, and he collapsed against Tristan.

  Dylan managed to hold the condom in place and withdrew his softening dick from Tristan’s ass. Tristan groaned and rolled to his side, his chest still heaving as he sucked in air. Dylan rolled with him, then knotted the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket beside the bed. Strong arms embraced him as Tristan drew him close. He turned in his lover’s arms and gazed into his eyes. He couldn’t miss the smile on Tristan’s face.

  “You just rocked my world. I don’t think I’ve been so close to having a heart attack in my entire life,” Tristan said and kissed him. Tristan pulled back from the kiss and grinned at him. “Well, except for that time you made me go running with you.”

  Hours later Dylan lay back against Tristan in the oversized bathtub, letting the warm water relax his overworked and exhausted body. Tristan sat behind him, his arms wrapped tightly around him, and his skilled hands massaged anywhere they could touch. Tristan’s half erect cock was perfectly positioned at the crease of his ass.

  “I’ve kept you busy. Do you need to call home?” Tristan asked.

  “I got a text from Teri. She already took care of things for me. She told the kids I was gone for the night.” Dylan rested his head against Tristan’s shoulder, his eyes closed, and he fought against the sleep his body seemed to want.

  “Where did she say you were?” Tristan questioned. With his palm, he pushed the warm water up over Dylan’s chest. He also did that breathing thing, caressing his neck as he spoke right against his ear. The two sensations always collided, and like every other time, his cock plumped at the sensual assault coursing through him.

  “They’re older teenagers. They don’t really care unless it directly affects them,” Dylan said, smiling and glancing back up at Tristan.

  “Good. So you don’t have to lie. You don’t seem to like lying,” Tristan said, smiling back at him.

  “Except my whole life’s a lie.”

  “Not really. You’re taking care of your responsibilities. Someday it’ll be different.”

  “I hope so,” Dylan replied and went back to just enjoying their time together. His eyes closed as he snuggled back against Tristan. Blissfully content in listening to the cadence of Tristan’s breathing.

  “Me too,” Tristan said softly. Dylan thought about the kiss they’d shared after dinner. He couldn’t remember if the waitstaff had left the hotel room or not. Dylan hadn’t considered them as he dropped to the sofa and let Tristan suck him. Nor had Dylan considered them while Tristan rimmed him and he gave Tristan a blow job. He’d even fucked Tristan into the mattress not minutes later, right there on the big king bed with the bedroom door wide open.

  God, it was such a turn-on to be wanted.

  “Why do you look a little different?” Tristan asked. “You’re a hot guy, but something’s different.”

  “I changed things up a little bit. Ac
tually my hair person did.”

  “Does she know about me?”

  “No, he’s been chomping at the bit to make me over for years,” Dylan said, his eyes still closed.

  “He?” Tristan sounded surprised.

  “Yeah.” Dylan hadn’t missed the tone in Tristan’s voice and glanced over his shoulder questioningly.

  “I like being the only he in your life.” Tristan nudged him, then bit at his shoulder.

  “You are. He doesn’t know. No one but you and Teri know. I told you that.”

  “So what did he do?” Tristan asked.

  “Added some very small pieces of color to my hair and did a subtle spray tan.”

  “Ahhh, yes, now I can see that. You looked stunning when you walked in, made my mouth water. Did you do all that for me?” That drew silence and Tristan chuckled.

  “I bought new clothes for you and spent over a thousand dollars on flowers. I also added blond to my hair, too, and was waxed professionally downstairs just in case you changed your mind,” Tristan confessed.

  “Really?” Dylan gave another glance over his shoulder.

  “Yeah,” Tristan chuckled. “I hoped you wanted me as much as I want you.”

  One of Tristan’s hands slid to his ass, while the other moved to his cock. At the same moment a finger began to massage his rim, Tristan’s grip tightened around his cock and stroked up. His dick grew painfully hard at the sensation.

  “I’ve been looking forward to this night and I didn’t even think we were having sex. I planned on just spending time with you, but I can’t keep my hands to myself,” Tristan said and kissed the back of his neck sending chills down his spine.