Chapter 17 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Clearing the air!

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Tristan opened his eyes just in time to see Damon lick his fingers clean of his cum. The act was so erotic he shuddered.

"Oh God," he moaned.

“You taste so good, Tris.”

With his arms firmly around Tristan, Damon leaned over and released the binds holding his own ankles. Then he turned and placed Tristan in the middle of the massive bed, careful not to slip out of him. Then with his weight fully on his elbow, he stared down at Tristan.

Tristan knew he was blushing and hated every single bit of blood in his body. He moved to cover his face with his arm but Damon stopped him. He squirmed.

“That was Cole,” Damon stated quietly. “He had a fight with Briana and came here because he needed someone to talk to. I did point out to him that he should have stayed with her and tried to solve the problem instead of running out on her. I sent him back to her. What you saw was two friends hugging each other and nothing more.”

“Oh my God.” Tristan groaned going even redder. “I’m so sorry Damon. I tho…thought…I am sorry.” He ended in a whisper.

“Is that the best you can do?” Damon asked teasingly. Tristan was jealous and for some reason, that thrilled Damon. “The last time I checked, people got punished only when they did something wrong. Looks like I rather got punished for being good.”

“What do you want me to do?” Tristan whined.

Damon bent to kiss his swollen lips. “I don’t know.” He murmured against Tristan’s lips. “Surprise me.”

“But…a fight? Didn’t they get engaged just yesterday?” Tristan looked incredulous.

“Communication, Tris. It’s very important in every relationship. It can cause breakups.” Damon murmured against his lips.

Tristan reached up and captured Damon’s face between his palms and brought his lips firmly down on his, kissing him fiercely. Damon’s mouth opened wide, letting Tristan in, his tongue forging into his mouth and twining with his. Damon gripped Tristan’s hands in one hand and held it above his head, then holding his chin steady with his other hand, used his tongue to fuck his mouth with hot, possessive strokes. Nothing else existed but the two of them.

Tristan moaned into the kiss when he felt Damon’s cock twitch inside him. Damon released Tristan’s hands and raised his legs over his shoulders and started rocking into him at a slow pace…which didn’t last. He soon started pounding into him, the metal slamming against Tristan’s gland with every thrust.

Words were gone. Damon filled him, searing him from the inside, claiming him with every thrust, every pull, every kiss. There was no control left for either of them. He was fucking into him, hard deep lunges that had Tristan crying out Damon’s name as he felt each hard thrust stretching him, caressing him. Damon fucked him with quick long strokes that stole his breath and had his senses rioting as he drove him closer and closer to the brink.

Tristan whimpered against the need, thrashing against the bed as desperate mewling moans tore from his throat. He felt the build-up again and didn’t think his body could with¬stand another earth-shattering moment. But he had no choice. Fire was streaking through his arse, burning him alive with pleasure as he exploded with such force, such overwhelming response, that nothing mattered; nothing existed but the conflagration tightening his body and burning him alive.

“Yes,” he moaned deliriously. “Oh yes, please, please…”

Damon’s cock slid deeper inside him, stretching him, the pleasure building as fiery lashes of sensation shredded reality around him. A ragged groan tore from his lips, the fine line between pleasure and pain so exquisite. Damon growled at Tristan’s ear as he arched and writhed on the thick cock penetrating him, impaling him, its metal head burning. With an inevitability that had become familiar, he let go and came again, and it was sweet and agonizing and intense. Tristan lost all his sense of self as a flash of exquisite lightning erupted inside him, sending his senses spinning as ecstasy washed over him with an orgasm so deep, so hard he could only cry out in response.

Damon lowered his lips to cover Tristan’s, swallowing his screams. Tristan’s eyes closed. There was no control, no strength to hold them open as Damon kissed him with a melting passion that left him weak.

With Damon’s lips moving on his, his hips straining against his, driving his cock in harder, faster, that piece of metal driving him out of his fucking mind, sending bolts of sensation tearing harder through his body, Tristan kept coming. His back arched as everything inside him exploded. His channel tightened around the surging erection until he heard Damon gasp and swear, swelling even more within him, which signaled his own release. It lit a fuse to Tristan’s already exploding senses and sent him reeling again as he felt Damon’s hot cum jetting inside him.

“Tristan!” Damon growled as he filled Tristan with his thick, hot semen. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

Tristan could feel him coming inside him, thick hard cock pulsing inside his body, and Damon, shuddering and twitching, lost in sensation. Tristan wrapped strong arms around him, holding him tightly.

Damon collapsed onto Tristan, burying his head in his neck.

"You drive me out of my fucking mind, Tris,” Damon growled in his ear, still trying to catch his breath.

“Same here,” Tristan's voice was lazy and satiated.

"Are you okay, Baby?" Damon whispered, in a voice much steadier than he thought possible. He tried to move slightly to ease his aching back.

"No, please don't move," Tristan gasped.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing...nothing!" he said. "But, if you move I'm gonna cum again."

"And this is a bad thing?" Damon asked with a chuckle.

"Just let me calm down a little bit, Asshole." He panted.

“An Asshole in your asshole. Ironic.” Damon burst out into laughter.

“Shut up.” The two laughed uncontrollably.

Damon stayed put for another few minutes, dropping tiny kisses all over Tristan’s face.

“Baby I need to pull out otherwise you’ll be very sore,” Damon said softly.

“Hmm, I’ll miss you,” Tristan whined.

“You mean you’ll miss my dick.”

“Fuck you.”