Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: An explosive encounter...dialogue & sensual heat|
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Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas
"Wake up sleepy head. What are you, Sleeping Beauty? Get up you slacker…it's almost noon!"
Tristan heard Adriana’s voice in his sleep and felt fingers gently stroking his hair. He pried his eyelids open to see his sister sitting at the edge of his bed with a tray. The aroma coming from the spread on the tray made his mouth water. He started to stretch, but remembering the night before, quickly turned mid-stretch to look on his side.
“Where’s Damon?” he asked looking confused.
“He had to go. He said he has a number of meetings this morning. He didn’t want to wake you up. Boy, were you dead to the world…” Adriana drawled.
“He asked me to bring you this in bed. Your man is so bossy. Come on sit up!”
“Who’s bossy now?” Tristan said with a chuckle. He started to sit up and stopped, remembering he was naked beneath the comforter.
He took a peek under the covers and gave a sigh of relief when he realized he was wearing boxers. He looked up with a sheepish smile when he heard Adriana laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” He asked hitting her with a pillow.
“Now do you believe me when I say you were dead to the world? Obviously your boyfriend covered your junk before leaving but you didn’t even feel it. I actually came in here this morning to check up on you guys and what do I find? A fully dressed Damon, sitting here watching you sleep. That was so sweet.” Adriana actually looked surprised.
Tristan couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face. Yeah his Damon was sweet like that. He wasn’t the only one smitten. The feeling was mutual. They had gone at it till dawn, Damon taking him with skilled precision, imprinting onto Tristan’s brain and body that he belonged to him. He ensured that Tristan was getting the most pleasure he could get.
Finally at dawn, Damon had taken Tristan into the bathroom and milked his cock till he couldn’t stand straight. He had managed once again to bring them to a shared ejaculation which had drained Tristan to the extent that after their shower, Damon had to carry him back to bed. He was fast asleep even before his head had touched the pillow. Damon had obviously pulled his boxers on at a point.
“He’s something else Addie.” Tristan said quietly.
“He loves you T.T. Who wouldn’t? Now eat.” She placed the tray across his thighs and sat back to watch her brother eat. There was fresh fruit, cereal, fresh whipped cream for the fruit, orange juice, latte, three egg Denver omelet, toast, blueberry pancakes and bacon with a single red rose.
“This is some spread Addie. Thanks.” Tristan looked impressed and surprised.
“Oh I’m only the server. Your man did everything. Even cut one of Mum’s roses for good measure. Go on try the juice.” Adriana had a naughty twinkle in her eyes.
“What’s going on?” Tristan asked with a wary smile. He didn’t trust the look on Adriana’s face. “You know if you do anything to me Mum’s gonna whoop your arse right?”
“She’s welcome to try.” Adriana said howling with laughter. “Try it T.T.”
Tristan tentatively took a sip of the juice and gasped. “What the fuck did he put in this?”
“Champagne. Lovely isn’t it? Your man should have been a chef. He’s the best. You should have seen him in the kitchen. He had total control, knew what he was doing.”
“I know.” Tristan said around a mouthful of pancakes.
“Seen him in action before huh? To think he’s actually a business tycoon. That’s it…Paul is taking a cooking course and that’s final.” The determined look on Adriana’s face had Tristan laughing so hard he begun to choke.
“Hey drink something.” Adriana quickly started rubbing Tristan on his back.
Stephanie Thomas chose that moment to enter the room and quickly shooed Adriana out of the way and started tapping Tristan lightly on his back till he was able to breathe well. “Tristan Thomas, are you trying to kill me before my time?” She shouted.
“I’m okay mum. Its Addie’s fault. She made me laugh.”
“Hey…” Adriana started but mother and son were not even listening to her. Stephanie had Tristan in a tight embrace.
“I love you.” Stephanie gushed with so much emotion.
“Love you too mum.” Tristan replied blowing Adriana a kiss over their mother’s shoulder.
Adriana moved to sit beside Tristan on the bed and started eating some of the pancakes. “Told Damon it was too much. But he wouldn’t listen. He’s going to spoil you rotten.”
“As if you lot haven’t done that already.” Caleb Thomas said from the doorway. How are you doing son?” He stepped closer to Tristan and ruffled his already dishevelled hair.
“I’m okay dad.”
“Good. I’m off Honey.” He bent to give Stephanie a quick kiss. “Have some meetings this afternoon. I hear you scheduled a conference call for this morning T.T.” Caleb addressed Tristan.
“Oh God. I forgot about that.” Tristan leaned over to look at the time on his bedside clock.
“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it with Damon.” Caleb assured him.
“Dad…?” Tristan’s voice was cautious. “About Damon…”
“What about him?” Caleb looked at his son.
“Are you…will you…”
“Do you love him son?” Caleb asked quietly.
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” He nodded and had to swallow before adding in a whisper. “With every cell in my body.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about. All I want is for my children to be happy. If Damon makes you happy, then you have my blessing. Besides, I wouldn’t want to lose my wife.” He added with a chuckle.
Stephanie Thomas stood up and stepped into her husband’s arms kissing him like there was no tomorrow, ignoring the ‘ewww’ by Adriana. “I love you so much Caleb Thomas.”
“Love you too Hon.” Caleb said with a grin. “Take good care of him pumpkin.” He addressed Adriana and made to leave the room.
“Thanks dad.” Tristan called after him.
Caleb stopped and turned to look at Tristan. “If he hurts you, I’m going to kill him. And that’s exactly what I’m going to tell him.”
“I already beat you to it dad.” Adriana said with a chuckle. “I told him something along those lines last night.”
“That’s what I’m talking about pumpkin. Put it up there…” Caleb raised his palm and slapped it against Adriana’s. And just like that, the Thomases burst into fits of laughter. Tristan loved his family so much at that moment his breath hitched in his throat.
“T.T.? Where’s my lollipop? T.T.?” They heard the shouts before Tracy, Tristan’s eldest sister burst into the room. After quickly hugging Caleb who was leaving the room, and giving her mum and Adriana quick hugs, she jumped onto the bed, removed the tray from across Tristan’s thighs to the other side of the bed, and drew Tristan into her arms, rocking him as she would a hurt child.
Adriana and Stephanie joined in for a group hug, giving Tristan all the loving he could handle. He got teary eyed, surprised he still had any tears left in him. He knew if Ashley, his other sister had been around that very moment, she would have been bawling her eyes out. They called her the family’s ‘cry baby’. It was a surprise she became such a kick-ass lawyer. She was on vacation in Rome with her husband.
Finally the hug ended and Tristan rubbed his nose against Tracy’s like they usually do.
“You know, it’s about time you stopped calling me your lollipop. Don’t you think I’m a little too old for that?” Tristan sounded amused.
“Nope. You will always be my lollipop T.T. Always. So what’s this I’m hearing about you and Damon? How about all those girls T.T.? Did you change overnight?” Tracy fired the questions.
Tristan chuckled. “More like seconds Trey. I don’t know what hit me. One second I hated the guy with a passion, the next second I was irrevocably in love with him.”
“Wow! We still need for you to pass on the Thomas name. So you have to give us a baby T.T. So does Damon for that matter. It’s very important T.T. Think about it.” Tracy looked very serious.
Tristan made an amused sound and looked at Tracy, his green eyes sparkling. “Hey it’s not like I’m getting hitched like Addie here. Why so serious?” Tristan murmured.
“Well I just want you to have that at the back of your mind that’s all.” Tracy retorted.
“It can be arranged Trey. Don’t worry about it.” Tristan dropped a kiss on his sister’s nose.
“Good. And just for the record, and I will deny I ever said this if you tell Darryl, I think your man is the yummiest guy on the planet.”
“I know right. Yayy!” Tristan shouted making his sisters and mum dissolve into laughter.
“Now tell me about everything. The first kiss, how big he…”
“Okay I’m out of here.” Stephanie said turning to go, trying not to laugh. “You kids have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t tell them anything you’re not comfortable sharing honey.” She said to Tristan who was laughing so hard. He’d always been comfortable around his sisters and didn’t mind telling them anything they wanted to hear.
His phone vibrated on his bed-side table and he picked it up to see he had a message from Damon, and just like that, his heart missed a beat.
“Excuse me ladies.” He said to his sisters who were busily laughing at something Adriana had said. He opened and read his message.
Damon: You up?
Tristan: Yes. Was just about to spill abt our sex life to my sisters. They want to know whether you’re all that.
Damon: Lol! So tell me…am I all that?
Tristan: Need you ask? Thanks for breakfast. It was perfect.
Damon: Pleasure was mine. Too bad I couldn’t wait to serve it myself.
Tristan: I loved it. And I love u.
Damon: Love u more baby. Can I call? Want to hear your voice before I go into the next meeting.
Damon video-called him. Tristan jumped off the bed, ignoring the protests from his sisters and went into the adjoining bathroom to talk to Damon.
Damon: I’ve missed you.
Tristan’s eyes closed as he absorbed that sexy voice. Damon’s warm and deep voice never ceased to turn him on. And he thought Damon looked as sexy as fuck in his suit. He nearly melted into a puddle right there.
Tristan: Same here. You’re looking good as always.
Damon: And you look sexy as hell. Did you sleep well?
Tristan: Yep. Till Adriana woke me up.
Damon: Oh no. I told her not to wake you up. She was supposed to serve you when you woke up.
Tristan: And you actually expected her to wait till I woke up? Not possible. Where are you?
Damon: Sitting in the car. Getting ready to go meet with your dad.
Tristan: Oh. He left here not too long ago.
Damon: I just saw his car drive in. [voice lowers] Are you okay Tris? I wasn’t too rough last night I hope.
Tristan blushed, remembering how he had begged Damon to fuck him the night before.
Tristan: I’m okay.
Damon: Good. [voice gets husky, grows intimate] I can still feel you Tris. Still taste you. I’ve been hard since I left, through two meetings and one teleconference. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.
Damon’s deep voice was smoking hot. The effect that voice and words had on Tristan was powerful and immediate. Tristan was hard as rock. He felt light headed with arousal. It looked like the blood that was leaving his brain was headed south rapidly and he really wanted not to be having this conversation. Not with his nosy sisters waiting in his room.
Tristan: [breathing fast] Shit Damon, my sisters are in the next room.
Damon: So? They can’t hear me from in there can they?
Tristan: [sighs] No but I’m hard, thanks to you. And I have to go back in there.
Damon: [chuckles] Take a shower before you go back in. I’ll be there in the next hour to pick you up. Is that okay?
Damon: I postponed the conference call to tomorrow so we can all be part. I’m only going to have a quick…meeting with Caleb, then I’ll be on my way okay?
Tristan: Okay. I love you.
Damon: Love you right back baby. See you soon.
Tristan: Okay. Bye.
Damon: You still hard?
Tristan: What do you think? Any harder, and I’ll need surgery.
Damon: (chuckles) Show me.
Tristan smirked and pulled down his boxer briefs, palming his hard cock for Damon to see. He smiled when he heard Damon’s sharp intake of breath.
Damon: Fuck! This was a bad idea. Now I have to sit in here for a while to cool off before I can get out. Go take a cold shower.
Tristan threw his head back and howled with laughter.
Tristan: Serves you right. I don’t have any choice but to take that shower. ‘Cause I defiantly can’t go in there like this.
Damon: Good. I don’t want to hang up.
Tristan: (softly) Me neither.
Damon: (sighs) So on the count of three…
They were both still looking at each other, neither attempting to hang up. They both laughed.
Damon: Baby go take a shower. Don’t hang up. I want to watch.
Tristan: (laughing) Perv.
Tristan hanged up on a laughing Damon. Damon took a deep shuddering breath. To think he was actually going to talk to Caleb Thomas about his son with a hard-on brought on by same son. He stayed inside the car for a while, willing his hard-on to disappear.
When Damon entered Caleb Thomas’ office, he almost stepped right back out. The man looked so serious and stern behind his desk. Damon had spoken to Caleb on phone that morning. And Caleb had sounded like his usual self. But this look…
“Have you spoken to the crew already?” Caleb asked.
“Yes. It’s on at 1 p.m. tomorrow.” Damon replied taking a seat.
“Good. How long has this…thing with my son been going on Damon?” He went straight to the point.
“About three weeks now.” Damon stared back at Caleb.
“That’s about the time I asked you to… Did you sleep with him to get him to have a change of heart about the Albatros project?” Caleb asked sounding incredulous.
“God, no!” Damon looked appalled, his eyes glittering dangerously. “Listen Caleb…”
“No you listen,” Caleb cut him off, his voice, hard. “I trusted you with my son. I trusted you to direct him and to help him see his worth… And I still do.” Caleb added the last part quietly.
Damon’s heart pounded. What was Caleb saying? “Are you saying…”
“I’m saying you have my blessing Damon. I’m not a fool. I know true love when I see it. But I swear to God if you ever hurt my boy…”
“I know. You’ll kill me.” Damon sighed.
“Yes.” Caleb gave Damon a dazzling smile. For a moment Damon thought he looked like a villain in a drug movie. He knew Caleb was dead serious.
“Yes Sir.” He said quietly.
“I’m glad we understand each other.” Caleb stood and extended his hand to Damon as though they had just concluded a business deal. Damon was sure no one would believe the nice man extending his hand to him had just threatened his life.
“Thank you Caleb.” Damon said with a chuckle, and shook Caleb’s hand.
Caleb laughed softly and looked intently into Damon’s eyes. “Wait till you have kids of your own son. You plan to don’t you?”
“Sure.” Damon answered, bemused. He needed to discuss that with Tristan.
“Hmmm. The mere thought of someone hurting them makes you see red. See you tomorrow Damon.”
“What if your kid hurts someone Caleb? What then?” Damon asked quietly.
“Depending on who they are, and how much you like them, you whoop your kid’s arse. And just for the record, for you, I’d do more than whoop my kid’s arse.” Caleb let a slow smile cross his face as he looked at Damon.
“Lucky me.” Damon chuckled, touched by the sincerity radiating from Caleb’s eyes. “Don’t worry Caleb. I love that brat too much to do anything to hurt him.” Damon turned to leave.
At the door he turned to look at Caleb and was surprised to see the older man still on his feet with a happy grin on his face. “Thanks Caleb.”
Caleb Thomas winked.
Damon entered the foyer of the Thomas mansion to the sound of loud laughter. Whatever had Tristan and his sisters in stitches must have been hilarious because they didn’t even notice Damon’s presence till he loudly cleared his throat.
“Damon!” Tracy shrieked. “You look even hotter.”
“Cut it out Tracy. We met just two weeks ago, remember?” He said drawing Tracy into his arms for a hug. They had been childhood friends and had even gone to the same high school. Damon was actually closest to Tracy than any other Thomas…till Tristan happened.
“Well that was before you started fucking my little brother. And with a monster dick too.” Tracy murmured for Damon’s ears only.
“He told you that?” Damon looked surprised. He definitely hadn’t taken Tristan seriously when he said he was discussing their sex life with his sisters earlier in the day.
“I drilled it out of him. I’m his eldest sister you know. I can always beat the shit out of him if he doesn’t do as I say.” Tracy looked smug.
“Uh-huh. And I should probably box your ears for breaking his heart. But I hear not only did he give you a good one, it also sorta saved his life. So you’re off the hook. But never again Damon.”
“You know, you really look like Miss Smith back in third grade.” Damon stated looking all serious.
Tracy looked confused for a bit and then burst into laughter. Damon joined in the laughter, earning himself a smack on the arm. Tracy shook her head.
“You are all kinds of wrong Damon Reid.”
“Trey don’t abuse my man.” Tristan hadn’t missed Tracy smacking Damon from his perch on the arm of the couch. The only reason why he hadn’t thrown himself into Damon’s arms like he was itching to do was because he wanted to allow them to talk. But he was actually finding it very difficult staying where he was instead of going to kiss his man senseless. The mere sight of Damon did things to Tristan’s insides he couldn’t even begin to explain. Damon was looking so hot in one of his sexy-as-hell suits, Tristan knew he would give anything to fuck him with him still fully dressed as he was. He was sexy to the extreme.
“Chill out T.T. Just chill out!” Tracy turned her attention back to Damon. “Damon I’m serious.”
“I know. Look, your baby brother has me wrapped around his little finger. You guys should rather be worried for me and not him. Between last night and today, I’ve received all kinds of promises and threats from the Thomas clan. Maybe I should call my mum to come dish out a few promises of her own. Tracy, I love your brother to bits and I plan on cherishing him for the rest of my life if he will allow me.” Damon swallowed past the lump in his throat. “In case you haven’t noticed, whether you want to believe it or not, I’m totally into your brother. I just want to make him happy.”
Tracy’s half-smile began to tremble, and then she broke into a full-fledged fit of laughter. It was infectious, and Damon couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What?” He wanted to know what had Tracy in stitches.
“Oh we all know just how far into him you are Damon.” Tracy drawled, howling with laughter.
“Tracy you are crazy.” Damon couldn’t help but laugh, too. “Maybe I should add…no pun intended.”
“Ow Damon, I’ve never seen my brother happier.” Tracy said, holding her sides after wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “I just never thought you could ever be brought to your knees like this. The mighty Damon Reid. And by none other than my brat of a brother.” Tracy chuckled.
But before Damon could answer, Tristan was there, his arms twinning around Damon’s neck, burying his fingers in his hair and tugging Damon into a kiss. Not a sweet, in-front-of-company peck ... a kiss. Damon's arms wrapped around Tristan's waist while his other hand came up to cup the back of head to pull him closer still.
Tristan’s tongue swept into his mouth, plunging deep. Pleasure exploded throughout Damon’s body as he eagerly fought for control, joining in the erotic duel of lips, teeth and tongues as he was forced to acknowledge Tristan’s need. His hunger. It raged and raced through his system, slamming into his mind, stealing his will and leaving him weak and shaking in Tristan’s embrace.
Damon knew he had to stop because they had an audience but he couldn’t think straight. Not whilst Tristan’s lips covered his, his nails biting into his scalp and sanity slipped further and further away. His tongue tempted and stroked, driving Damon mad with the need to feel Tristan’s naked flesh against his.
“Oh. My. God.” Tracy’s shout penetrated Damon’s consciousness.
“Get a room guys.” Adriana said with a chuckle.
Damon broke off the kiss and leaned his forehead against Tristan’s, breathing hard. Tristan’s eyes struggled to open as a whimper of protest escaped him. His face was flushed and he was heavily aroused.
“That was so hot!” Tracy exclaimed.
“Told ya.” Adriana grinned watching the two who were trying very hard to calm down. “You should have seen mum and dad’s faces last night. Especially dad’s.”
“If just a kiss can be this…” Tracy started.
“Ladies, we’re still here you know.” Damon said with a groan. “A little privacy please.” He wasn’t about to adjust himself in front of these perverts. God knows he was as hard as nails.
“Like I said earlier, get a room.” Adriana retorted, with a naughty grin on her face, her arms crossed under her breasts.
“Come on Addie.” Tracy took hold of Adriana’s hand and pulled her after her. “Let’s go plan your wedding and leave these two love birds alone. See you later guys.” She threw over her shoulder to the two who were still holding on to each other.
“Shit!” Damon swore, reaching down to adjust himself, his eyes smoldering. “See what you do to me Tris?”
"Damon…?” Tristan whispered. “Need you so fucking much. I want…” He looked up at Damon and lost his train of thought when he saw the longing and heated arousal in his eyes. That look sent a sweet jolt of desire straight to Tristan’s straining cock.
“What do you want baby?” Damon rasped in a husky whisper causing Tristan’s belly to quiver with need.
“I want a fuck with you fully dressed like you are now.” Tristan whispered against his lips. “I’ve wanted that since that day in the restroom. Can we…”
“Tristan, you must be sore. Maybe another time. Not today.” Damon said huskily, though he was so hard and would have loved nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside Tristan that very moment.
“Are we back to deciding what is best for me Damon?” Tristan pulled away, his eyes flashing with mild irritation.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” Tristan quickly said going up on his toes to drop a kiss on Damon’s lips.
Damon sighed, then ran a hand over his close-cut hair in frustration. “Are you ever going to forgive me Tris?” He asked with a heavy heart. Tristan was obviously still holding a grudge.
“I have already forgiven you Damon.” Tristan’s expression sobered. “I said I was sorry.”
“Come on.” Damon took his hand and led him out of the house to his car, a sleek metallic black chauffeur driven Mercedes-Benz S600 Pullman.
“How many cars do you own Damon?” Tristan stopped to stare at the car. It was beautiful.
Damon didn’t answer him, but rather turned to the driver who was holding the back door open for them. Tristan remembered seeing him in Damon’s house the night he had slept over.
“Take us back to the office Mark.” Damon told a smiling Mark.
“Okay Damon. Hi Tristan.” Mark turned to look at Tristan.
“Hey Mark.” Tristan greeted back, getting into the car. Damon went around and got in through the other side.
He was quiet throughout the drive, his expression, unreadable. Tristan watched him rub a hand over his face tiredly and his heart went out to him. Damon was obviously tired because apart from the fact that he hadn’t had any sleep the night before, he had to go to the office early. And now thanks to him, Damon was obviously upset. Tristan kept cursing his big mouth for passing that comment.
“Damon…” Tristan started but for once, didn’t know what to say.
Damon turned to look at Tristan and his heart melted at the little-boy-lost expression on Tristan’s face. He sighed and took his hand in his large ones.
“It’s okay Tris. You’re human. I can’t expect you to forget what happened, how deeply l hurt you, how that felt and forgive me overnight. I understand.” Damon said quietly.
But the ache in his chest intensified. Were they ever going to get past what happened? He did hurt Tristan with his actions. He just didn’t know what to do to get them back to where they were before he had acted so stupidly.
When they got to Damon’s plush office building, they walked swiftly to his private elevator and got on after Damon had punched in a code. Damon’s face gave nothing away, his guard up and impenetrable. His phone rang just as the elevator started moving and he started talking to someone about some shipments. Tristan took the opportunity to ogle him without making his infatuation blatantly obvious. Damon was looking so suave and dashing and hot he wanted to jump him right there in the elevator. He remembered the last time they had ridden on an elevator together and what had happened.
The memories flooded Tristan’s mind with so much erotic sensations that he gasped. Damon looked up into his eyes and just knew. Tristan’s eyes were dilated, filled with so much lust Damon felt an answering pull, felt the surging lust, the need, thundering through his blood, through his very being. When he saw Tristan’s tongue come out to lick his lips, he just had to taste those lips.
“Hold on Tim.” He said to whoever he was talking to and closed the distance between him and Tristan, then he tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over his.
Tristan moaned as Damon dipped his tongue inside, tasting him in long leisurely licks. He melted at the feel of Damon’s tongue stroking slow and sweet over his. He pulled on Damon’s head, directing his mouth over his. Damon growled, deepening the kiss, stroking his tongue with lush slides of his own. Damon’s mouth moved to Tristan’s neck, his tongue trailing down his neck to suck at the hollow at the base of his throat. Moaning sexily and shivering with need, Tristan arched his neck, offering it up to Damon’s lips.
The elevator car slowed to a stop on the twentieth floor and the doors opened. The ping of the elevator opening interrupted them and both groaned in frustration.
“Christ, you drive me crazy.” Damon breathed huskily into Tristan’s ear, shoving his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. “What’s with you and elevators anyway?”
“I could ask you same.” Tristan retorted in a voice he could hardly tell was his own.
Damon chuckled. “Come on.” He stepped back and started talking to whoever had been put on hold.
When they exited the car, Tristan spotted Lisa, Damon’s executive assistant at her desk. He remembered the last time he was in this particular office and how he had to rush out barely keeping his tears at bay. He hoped he didn’t look too flustered. Damon could kiss! Damn.
Lisa’s dark hair fell in thick waves around her shoulders, and a wide smile graced her full glossy red lips when she looked up and saw Tristan. He looked even hotter than she remembered. With those swollen kissable lips and sexy outfit, Lisa thought Tristan simply looked fuckable.
“Hey,” she greeted Tristan, ignoring Damon who was still on his phone. She looked chic in black slacks and a pale blue silk shirt. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as she came out from around her desk towards them. “How are you doing Tristan?”
“I’m good Lisa. How about you?” Tristan asked.
“Not too happy with you. You actually came into this building for a meeting last week and couldn’t even stop by to say hi.” She pouted prettily.
“I’m so sorry. How about I make it up to you one of these days huh? Lunch?” Tristan gave her a dazzling smile. Lisa didn’t stand a chance.
“Oh I’d love that. Just let me know when.”
“Will do that.” Tristan grinned.
“Why is he back here by the way? He did say he was taking the rest of the day off.”
Lisa turned to look in the direction of Damon’s office with a thoughtful look on her face. Her eyebrows shot up in a silent question when the entire glass panel that made up Damon’s office frosted up. Lisa turned to look at Tristan who only gave a noncommittal shrug, trying not to laugh. He didn’t really know what Damon was up to but could hazard a good guess.
Damon stepped out of his office. He had obviously finished his call.
“You off to lunch?” He addressed Lisa.
“Yes Damon. May I ask what you’re doing back here?” She stared at her boss.
“No you may not. And when you get back, please don’t disturb us.” Maintaining a serious look, Damon crooked a finger at Tristan motioning him over to him.
“I’ll get in touch Lisa. Enjoy your lunch.” With that Tristan left a stunned Lisa staring after him as he made his way to Damon’s office.
Damon was behind his desk looking like the powerful business tycoon that he was. After Tristan closed the door he saw Damon press a button on his desk and a click could be heard, signalling that they had been locked in. The lightening in the office dimmed a notch and low jazz music filled the office. Tristan looked round nervously. Damon’s office was huge. He had obviously been too troubled the last time he was in the office to notice. The current ambiance screamed sex. Tristan got hard so fast it hurt. Damon came around the desk and sat on the edge, his legs spread apart and his arms crossed over his chest. He was staring at Tristan with a smoldering look in his eyes.
“Strip.” Just one word. But the command behind it was unmistakable.
“Damon…” Tristan groaned in protest. That didn’t however stop his engorged cock from leaking like a faucet.
But Damon merely shook his head at him, looking all serious. Tristan wanted him in his formal get-up. Well he was going to throw in the setting that went with the get-up as well. And what better place to fuck him in his suit than his office?
“Go on. I don’t have all day.” Damon said sternly.
“Damon, not like this please. You’re angry.” Tristan said quietly.
Damon looked at Tristan with those intensely blue eyes, his piercing gaze so intense that Tristan almost looked away. Then with his eyes still locked on Tristan’s face, Damon reached for the fly of his slacks, and without unbuckling his belt, slowly eased down the zipper. He deftly reached inside the opening and brought out his huge pulsing cock. He was so hard, like stone, and so damn hot.
With his feet planted wide, Damon caressed his beautiful cock with long, slow strokes.
“Oh my God,” Tristan breathed, swallowing deeply – his throat feeling dry as he tingled like mad.
“Do I look angry to you?” Damon asked stroking the wide head of his cock, teasingly playing with the barbell in his piercing.
“Damon…” Tristan’s knees almost gave out under him. He had never seen anything so blatantly erotic. With heavy-lidded gaze, like he wanted to eat Damon alive, Tristan watched Damon stroke himself. He licked his lips which had suddenly gone dry, drawing a groan from Damon. If only those lips were his dick…
“See something you like?” Damon husked.
With trembling limbs, Tristan stripped.
After stripping, Tristan dropped his clothes on the arm of the chair closest to him, and stood up straight, his stiff cock angling up toward his navel in salute. He looked edible. Damon’s mouth damn near watered with the anticipation of tasting Tristan’s sexy aroused body. His pulse shot off the scale and his breath quickened.
"Last chance to back out Tris.” He husked, his sultry gaze roaming over Tristan’s body. “Don't think I can be gentle right now."
“I want your cock inside me Damon. Fucking me deep and fast.” He said softly, trembling with need as longing seared his veins. “I need this.” He finished in a whisper.
His words shot fire through Damon. “Holy God, Tristan,” he rasped. “You’re killing me, talking like that. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll be lucky if you can walk straight in the morning.”
“Bring it on.” Tristan challenged. He knew he was going to be fucked senseless and he wanted that with everything in his soul. He gritted his teeth, restraining himself from begging for it.
Damon held Tristan’s gaze, amazed at the heat, hunger and determination blazing in those green eyes. With an answering fire in his eyes, he moved towards Tristan till his body was flush against his. He held the sides of his head and lowered his lips to kiss him hard, loving the feel of his hard leaking cock rubbing against Tristan’s naked flesh. Tristan kissed him back, hard and eager, both battling for supremacy. Their tongues tangled together, both moaning deep in their throats. Damon’s hands were tight in Tristan’s hair, holding him to him, both moaning their need.
Damon began to walk Tristan backwards, without breaking the kiss, till the back of his legs hit the couch. Then he turned him and pushed him onto his knees on the couch, with his tummy on the arm and his bare creamy arse in the air. Damon knelt behind him and then palmed each cheek, separating them to give himself greater access to Tristan’s sweet hole. He pushed in, his face buried between the twin globes of smooth flesh, and flicked Tristan’s puckered entrance, with the tip of his tongue.
Tristan gasped loudly and grasped desperately at the cushion beneath him when he felt the wet swirl of Damon’s tongue on his hole. He moaned in pleasure and his stomach tightened as Damon rimmed his twitching rosette. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting back against Damon’s mouth, pleading for more.
“Oh Christ Damon.” Tristan gasped, his whole body twitching hard.
Damon teased his hole for a while before his tongue sank into it. Tristan arched violently, a cry leaving his lips as Damon tormented the tender flesh. He could imagine a sexy Damon in suit on his knees giving him a rim job and almost came there and then. That tongue action was so divine it drew uncontrollable cries and whimpers of pleasure from Tristan. The sexy sounds that filled the room drove Damon wild.
When Damon’s tongue left that puckered hole, Tristan groaned in protest. Damon picked him up and placed his back on one arm of the couch, holding each of Tristan’s legs in each of his palms. Tristan felt so vulnerable in this position, especially with a fully dressed Damon devouring him with his gaze as if he was his next meal.
“Damon…” But whatever he had been about to say died in his throat when Damon went back down on his knees in one fluid movement and swallowed him down whole. “Oh… fuck!”
Damon deep-throated him, his tongue flickering over the sensitive hole at the tip of his cock. The man sucked dick like nobody’s business, and Tristan quickly found himself losing control. Not that he had much left as it was, but the tongue swirling around his shaft and over his balls, then the firm suction on the head stole the last of his reason.
Damon reached up and slipped two fingers between Tristan’s parted lips. Tristan sucked on those fingers, getting them wet. Damon gently worked the two wet finger into Tristan’s puckered hole, stretching, brushing against his prostate and messaging it thoroughly. Tristan shook violently, his body writhed, fighting the bombardment of sensation. What Damon was doing felt too fucking amazing for words.
“Ah, God,” he mewled, trying not to be loud but losing it anyway, needing more. He tossed his head in frustration, his eyes tightly shut. His fingers pushed into Damon’s hair, his palm cupping the back of his neck, holding him where he wanted him.
Damon release Tristan’s cock with an erotic slurp and it slapped against his stomach. Tristan cried out in protest even as he heard the distant click of a bottle lid. Then he felt it. The metal at the tip of Damon’s wet cock on his hole. He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight that met him. He had never seen a more beautiful, sensual picture. Damon in his expensive three piece Armani suit, with only his huge well lubricated cock jutting out of his zipper…even his belt remained buckled, with so much lust on his face…it was a sight he would never forget. Tristan came hard!
“Oh shit…” Sensations slammed into him as he came, crying out as his balls emptied in powerful spurts that reached as far up as his face, spasms wracking his body. He moaned helplessly as he felt his orgasm rushing through him. He released such a gushing torrent that made it hard to believe he’d come so many times the night before till the wee hours of the morning.
Damon leaned down and kissed Tristan possessively, licking the cum off his face. “Fuck, that was hot, Tris.”
Damon waited until Tristan’s body stilled before pushing gently into him. It took all of his willpower not to slam into Tristan as he wanted to do. Tristan was simply mouth-wateringly sexy. They both panted as the broad head of his cock slid heavily through Tristan’s rosebud. Damon pushed against him, parting the slick opening.
“Tris.” With a groan, Damon leaned down and buried his face in Tristan’s throat. He just couldn’t be gentle. With a whispered plea he surged inside Tristan, shoving his entire thick length into him in one hard shove. Tristan screamed. There was pain, but it also felt so fucking good. Tristan was so tight it was all Damon could do not to shoot his load. His balls started crawling up and he clamped down on his motions. Not yet! Shit.
“Don’t fucking move!" Damon commanded through clenched teeth, shuddering in Tristan’s embrace.
“I can’t not fucking move you idiot.” Tristan whimpered brokenly.
“Please Tris.” Damon whispered, then covered his lips with a searing kiss with the hope of getting his mind off the cock lodged inside him. When Tristan parted his lips and lifted a tentative hand to the back of the Damon’s head, he deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue against Tristan’s, sucking on it, and stroking it again until he moaned into his mouth. His tongue fucked Tristan’s mouth even as his cock remained unmoving inside him.
After a while, when he felt he had enough control, Damon moved off Tristan and pushed his legs to his chest, almost bending him in half.
"Hang on, baby. This isn't going to be tender." Damon said with a groan.
And it wasn't. Tristan loved it. Damon pounded into him, pulling out completely before slamming back in, his strokes rhythmic and deep. Rough and hard, he gave Tristan what he asked for, listening to the broken sexy sounds as he plunged in and out of him with wildly fierce drives.
“Christ, Tris…” Damon choked out, going out of his mind with pleasure. “Fuck…this is so good.”
Then Damon changed his angle and stated nailing Tristan’s button with his barbell. Tristan cried out, his head snapping back, his eyes closed, his lips parted and his entire body shuddered. His sexy, lean body rippled with pleasure. The beautiful sight stole Damon’s breath and created a strange tightening in his chest.
“God, he’s beautiful.” Damon murmured, not even realizing he’d said it out loud.
“Oh, Jesus…don’t stop.” Tristan whimpered when he felt Damon’s rhythm falter.
“I won’t.” Damon rasped in a husky whisper.
He reached out a hand and tweaked Tristan’s nipples, making him moan even louder. Then with a groan, Damon started to pound into him even harder, the metal slamming against his gland with every thrust, hitting the same spot over and over.
"Oh God, right there baby, please right there." Tristan could barely breathe or process anything other than the pleasure Damon was bestowing on him. He met him with each stroke, reveling in the mixture of pain and pleasure as Damon’s dick brushed over his gland, sending sparklers dancing over his nerves. Tristan's mouth opened, babbling incoherently, almost sobbing with pleasure.
For the first time since installing all the high-tech devices in his office, Damon was glad for the sound proof device. The sounds Tristan was making would make a porn star blush. It was music to Damon’s ears. Tristan sounded sexy as all fuck.
Tristan was losing it, going wild on Damon’s cock as he met Damon’s thrusts as hard as he could, hips bucking. Damon pounded into him, fucking him harder and harder until his whole body was shuddering with each powerful thrust. He was so hard his dick looked purple. With a sexy, teasing smile that made Tristan wary, Damon slid a hand around Tristan’s dick and stroked him once from root to tip, slicking up the sizeable droplet of pre-cum that glistened at the slit with a finger, and bringing it to his mouth. Watching Damon sucking it off his finger was too fucking hot Tristan knew he couldn’t make it another second.
“You asshole, shit I’m gonna…” Tristan started in a rough voice.
“Hell no, you’re not.” Damon declared picking Tristan up without slipping out of him, and moving to sit in the couch, so that Tristan was straddling him. His hands went to Tristan's hips, grinding up into him. “Now do your thing.”
“Fuck yeah.” Tristan husked, then started to undulate and rock his hips sexily. Closing his eyes, Damon sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and his head dropped back against the couch. He cringed in ecstasy and bit his lip. Tristan smirked.
“How do you like that now huh?” He asked smugly loving how he affected Damon. Tristan looked at him from under heavy eyelids. He looked so lusciously gorgeous sprawled beneath him in his elegant suit, his powerful body straining with the intensity of pleasure coursing through him. Damon lost and consumed was just so exhilarating…and so arousing to Tristan.
“I love you.” Damon whispered, his heart full. No matter what, this man held his heart.
Tristan swooped in and captured his lips in a scorching kiss. Then he rode that cock. The feel of Damon in him was the most fulfilling thing his body had ever experienced. Damon wrapped an arm around Tristan’s waist and pushed up into him with an almost inhuman speed, that metal hitting against his pleasure button continuously, making Tristan mewl and whimper erotically.
“Ah, God, it’s so good,” Tristan sobbed, lost in the ferocious need to ride the cock that was given him so much pleasure, even harder. “You feel…Oh Damon, it’s too good.”
Damon pushed a hand between them and took hold of Tristan’s cock and started stroking him, increasing the pace to match the intensity of their fucking, swiping his thumb over the leaking tip. As his eyes rolled back, Tristan thought he’d never felt anything so perfectly wondrous. He knew he was going to come apart as sensations swirled around him, through him, into him, enveloping him in a passionate haze that consumed him.
Damon knew Tristan was about to come, he could feel him tightening, constricting around him. He could feel it in the way Tristan held him, in the way his breath hitched. He wanted to watch Tristan come completely unglued.
“Look at me baby.” Damon whispered. “I want to watch you.”
Tristan felt the orgasm swirling at the base of his spine grow hotter and ferocious at Damon’s words. He dragged air into his lungs and brought his eyes into focus on Damon's face allowing Damon to capture his gaze. Their gazes locked together. Tristan was losing his mind. He needed to come so badly.
“Oh, God.” Tristan writhed in Damon’s grip, raw moans spilling from him. “I cannot hold back.”
“Shh. I’ve got you. Let go.” Damon whispered.
Damon watched Tristan fall apart, holding his gaze when Tristan would’ve closed his eyes. And it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Possessed by his stare, Tristan gave a guttural cry and came harder than he ever had, his body jerking with every pulse of pleasure. His vision blurred. He squeezed the cock buried inside his channel as his essence rocketed out of the head of his prick, painting Damon’s hand and vest with streaks of cum.
The extra pressure on his cock was all Damon needed. He came violently, crying out as his balls emptied in powerful spurts inside Tristan, coating his insides with scorching hot cum. His beautiful blue eyes, which remained trained on Tristan’s, lost their focus as his control frayed. His whole body jerked hard and then shuddered as the orgasm tore through him, his eyes glazed with a look of helpless pleasure and a touch of raw vulnerability which drew a gasp from Tristan. Cupping his face, Tristan leaned forward and covered his mouth with his, swallowing his cries of ecstasy.
Damon wrapped his arms around Tristan and crushed him to his chest, pressing his damp face into the curve of my neck. With his face buried against Damon’s neck, Tristan continued to shudder for long moments as Damon rubbed his palm soothingly up and down his spine, trying to calm him down, even as he struggled to regain his own composure.
Still more than a little overcome by the intensity of their lovemaking, Tristan lifted his head and gazed down at Damon with so much love in his eyes. Then he cupped his face in his hands and kissed him sweetly. “I love you too. And thank you.” He whispered.
“You won’t be thanking me in the morning.” Damon murmured. “What are you thanking me for anyway?”
“You just made my fantasy come true and for that, I’m grateful.” Tristan said softly from where his head was resting on Damon’s shoulder.
“You’re like a damn drug. I’m so addicted to you Tris.”
“The feeling is mutual. Do you think I feel any different?”
“I think you’re just addicted to sex that’s all.” Damon deadpanned.
Tristan laughed. “Look who’s talking.”
“Tris even when you were pissed off at me, you wanted sex. Remember where this fantasy of yours started?”
“That’s not true Damon. It’s always like that with you. You do this to me. I’m like this for you.”
“Hmm. Remember all those girls you fucked?” Damon asked with a chuckle.
“You’ve fucked more girls Damon.” Tristan retorted.
“Don’t believe everything you read.” Damon chuckled, running his fingers through Tristan’s hair.
“So…you always keep lube in your office?” Tristan sounded amused.
“Never said I was a saint. Besides you’ve seen my…what I’m packing. Wouldn’t want to hurt anyone.” Damon muttered.
“Seen it? More like felt it.” Tristan squeezed his arse muscles drawing a moan from Damon. “You fucker.”
Damon chuckled. “Do you have any idea how close I came to throwing you on the conference table and fucking your brains out in front of everyone in that meeting last Friday?”
Tristan laughed. “I can imagine. After all, you did follow me into the restroom to have your way with me.”
“No. That wasn’t the reason why I followed you in there. But when I saw you…” Damon sighed and shook his head. “Dude, that was some blowjob. It was off the hook!”
Tristan was laughing so hard, Damon had to join in. “I guess I need a medal.”
“I just wish you had waited around for me to make you feel as good.” Damon husked and raised an eyebrow when he saw Tristan flush.
“Why did you think I couldn’t wait around to finish the meeting…?” Tristan, to his surprise, blushed red, drawing a chuckle from Damon.
Tristan remembered how hurt, angry and…sticky he had felt after giving Damon that blowjob in the restroom. That act had been so intense that, Tristan had creamed his jeans without warning. His dick had simply exploded in powerful bursts that flooded his jeans at some point during the act. Nothing had to even touch his cock. He couldn’t possibly have gone back to the meeting with that icky, wet and sort of sticky feeling.
“Wow. Just, wow. But how the fuck were you able to do that? Take me like that I mean. Nobody has ever been able to…” Damon trailed off.
“I guess all that hurt and anger pushed me to perform wonders.” Tristan said quietly.
“I’m sorry.” Damon whispered, his eyes filled with so much regret. “I’m damn sorry.”
“Shh, baby. Cut it out with the apologies, already! It’s okay.” Tristan touched his forehead to Damon’s, looking him in the eye. “I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too Tris. With all my heart. Never doubt that.” Damon said softly.
Damon’s words caused a sweet, clenching ache in Tristan’s gut. He felt vaguely drugged, like he had finished a whole bottle of champagne. They sat like that in a comfortable silence till Damon broke the silence.
“You know Lisa wants you don’t you?” He murmured.
Tristan chuckled. “Jealous?”
“Should I be?” Damon shot back.
“Are you seriously asking me that now?” Tristan sat up and looked at Damon. “You have your cock so deep up my arse this very moment, I can practically feel it in my throat…and you’re asking me that?”
Damon was saved from answering Tristan’s question when his cell phone started ringing. He reached into his pocket and took it out ignoring Tristan’s raised brow.
“Really? What if you had mistakenly dialed someone’s number?” Tristan looked incredulous.
Ignoring his question, Damon’s other hand moved to the back of Tristan’s neck and coaxed him closer so he could drop a kiss on his swollen lips. “Are you here Seth?” He spoke to whoever was on the line. “Give me thirty minutes.”
“Okay let’s go wash down. He’s here.” Damon stood with Tristan still clutched in his arms.
After a quick shower together, they both dressed up again, with Damon opting to wear black jeans and a blue long sleeved slim-cut shirt he took out of his closet in his office. His suit was ruined and needed to go to the cleaners.
“Sorry about your suit.” Tristan said with a naughty grin not sounding sorry at all.
“Yeah right.” Damon laughed, fixing his cuffs. “It was so worth it.”
“Tell you what. Why don’t you give it to me as a keepsake?” Tristan said sounding serious.
Damon turned to look at him with a bemused expression on his face. “You’re serious aren’t you?”
“Never been more serious.” A sweet, sexy grin curved his lips.
“Done! Will let you have it immediately it comes back from the cleaners.”
“I don’t want it to go to the cleaners Damon.” Tristan sounded dead serious.
“What!” Damon exclaimed, surprised. “You’re nuts you know that?”
“Yeah, it’s going be make a great jack-off material.” Tristan deadpanned.
Damon roared with laughter and lowered his mouth to Tristan’s in a lingering kiss. Then he pressed some buttons which cut off the music, brightened the light and got the glass back to its plain form.
“How do you feel?” Damon’s voice was soft with concern.
“Great,” Tristan murmured with an infectious grin. “Thoroughly well fucked. You never disappoint.”
Damon chuckled. “You do look thoroughly well fucked and beautiful.” He lovingly stroked Tristan’s cheeks, then bent to kiss him tenderly, enjoying the soft lips moving against his. He knew they could be seen by anyone looking in their direction at that particular moment, from the outer office but didn’t care. In fact he was counting on a particular someone seeing them.
“Shit, I’m a lucky son of a bitch,” Tristan gasped when Damon released his lips.
“And why’s that?” Damon asked trying to get his breathing under control.
“Stop fishing Damon Reid.” Tristan pushed a laughing Damon away from him.
“Now let’s do this.” Damon muttered and pressed the intercom to asked Lisa, whose jaw had dropped in shock at seeing her boss kissing Tristan, to send Seth in.
Tristan saw the confusion and shock on Lisa’s face through the glass and turned to look at Damon, who was trying very hard to suppress a smile.
“You did that on purpose.” Tristan looked bemused.
“What if I did?” Damon’s grin was downright sinful.
“You Sonofabitch.” Tristan breathed but couldn’t suppress the delightful twinkle in his eyes.
“Hey that’s my mother you’re talking about you little twit.” Damon laughed. “You should be thanking me. I’ve made your work easier.”
“Really?” Tristan looked incredulous.
“Uh-huh. You are mine Tris. And I don’t like to share.” Damon raked him with a heated look which had Tristan’s thoughts shifting in a much naughtier direction. Then he reached out and pulled a still bemused Tristan to sit beside him on the couch just as a man, who looked like a wrestler entered the office.
“Hello Seth. Let’s see what you got.” Damon told the man.
The man said a quick hello to Tristan and handed a rolled sheet to Damon. Damon quickly unrolled the sheet and spread it across the glass table in front of the couch. Tristan noticed the sheet had pictures of females. There were names and addresses printed under each picture. He immediately knew what it was. It was the flight manifest of all females on board the STAR-BO144, which had crushed the night before. The only difference was that unlike a usual manifest, this one came with pictures. How the fuck had Damon managed to get that Tristan wondered. He started to shake, covering his eyes with his palms.
“Give us a minute Seth. I’ll call you in a moment.” Damon said to the John Cena look alike, who quickly excused himself.
“Tris?” Damon pulled a now trembling Tristan into his lap. “Please baby. You have to do this.”
“What if she died? What then?” He asked in a shaky voice.
“It wouldn’t be your fault. But we have to know. To give you closure. Please.” Damon implored.
Tristan swallowed past the lump in his throat and gave a hesitant nod. He looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He moved to sit on the couch and looked at the sheet that had been spread out. He immediately gasped. The sweet face of the lovely lady jumped out at him.
“Th…that’s her.” He pointed.
Damon looked at it and picked up his phone and simply mentioned the name beneath the picture to someone. “Amanda Greene.”
Tristan’s heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn’t control the sob that escaped his lips when he heard Damon’s next words.
“Thank God. Get me her exact location. I’m on my way.” Then he hanged up and drew a sobbing Tristan into his arms. “She’s okay baby. She’s okay.”
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