19. Myles
NINETEEN
MYLES
"Let me take care of you," I insist, when Tristan reaches for the buttons on my shirt. My voice is firm but gentle, laced with a mix of excitement and nerves. He hesitates for a moment, then nods. His eyes, those deep lust-filled eyes, draw me in, and I'm entranced.
"Alright. Show me what you got, baby," Tristan replies with a flirty grin.
My heart trips over itself at the sound of the endearment.
As I start to undress him, my hands shake slightly. I laugh nervously. “You’d
think I’d never done this before. It’s not like I’ve never had sex.”
"You haven’t, baby… not with a man." Tristan's eyes soften. "Cut yourself some slack."
"First time since my wife passed," I admit, feeling a sudden surge of vulnerability. My hands pause momentarily before continuing their task. "I'm not sure what the heck I'm doing. I'll need your guidance."
"Thank you for trusting me, Myles." His words are sincere, and they help ease my anxiety.
Tristan's clothes fall to the floor, revealing his muscular body. I'm immediately captivated by it—every curve, every angle, every line. The scent of his cologne fills my nostrils, sweet and intoxicating.
"God, you're beautiful," I murmur, my hands roaming over his toned arms and chest.
"Thanks, old man," Tristan teases, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Hey! You like this old man, remember?" I counter, poking him playfully in the ribs. My hands begin to explore further, tracing the lines of his abdomen, fingers dipping into the waistband of his underwear.
"True, I guess I do," he admits with a chuckle, his eyes locked on mine as I pull down his briefs.
I take a deep breath, savoring the sight of him completely naked before me. And my hands automatically reach out to touch him again, gliding over the smooth planes of his body. I can feel the heat radiating from him as I press my lips to his neck, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin.
Capturing my lips, Tristan kisses me passionately, his lips pressing against mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. The taste of him is intoxicating, like the finest wine. His tongue explores my mouth, and I can't help but moan in pleasure.
"See?" he whispers between kisses. "You're already getting into it; you're a natural."
Heat rises inside me.
"Your turn," Tristan says, reaching for my shirt once more.
After stripping me of my clothes, his hands roam over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and even though we’ve done a few naughty things together already, this…
this right now makes me feel alive in a way I haven't in over a year.
My doubts begin to fade as I focus on the present, on Tristan and the incredible passion we share.
"You're beautiful, sexy..." he murmurs, moving to lick and nibble at my neck.
I gasp as his teeth graze my skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. "And you’re mine."
"You're really good at this," I manage to say, turning my head slightly to give him better access.
"Thanks," he grins, mischief dancing in his eyes. "I try."
As he continues to explore my body, I find myself drowning in sensation. His hands are everywhere, touching me in ways I never imagined possible. His hand glides down my chest to my stomach and then grazes over the length of my dick. I can't help but shudder at the intensity of it all.
"Okay to keep going?" he asks, looking up at me with concern.
"More than okay," I assure him, my voice heavy with desire.
"Good," he smiles, before lowering himself to his knees and taking my dick into his mouth.
I gasp. The suction is incredible, better than anything I've ever experienced. I can hardly believe this beautiful man—this amazing, sensitive young man—wants me as much as I want him.
"Tristan," I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair. "That feels… oh God, that feels amazing."
He looks up at me with those mesmerizing golden eyes, and I know I'm a goner. I'm completely under his spell, and I couldn't be happier about it.
"Slow down," I pant, feeling the pressure build inside me. "I'm forty-two, not twenty-two. I don't want this to end too soon."
"Okay," he agrees, releasing me from his mouth but continuing to stroke me gently with his hand. "Just let me know when you're ready."
"Trust me." I grin, still breathless. "You'll know."
Tristan crowds me until the back of my knees hit the mattress.
We topple into the bed, laughing like two deranged clowns, and the feel of his masculine body over mine heats me up from the inside out.
We shuffle our bodies to the center of the bed, and as I lie there reveling in the sensations coursing through me, I can't help but think how lucky I am to have found Tristan.
He's everything I never knew I needed, and I can't wait to see where this journey takes us.
"Ready?" he asks, smiling down at me.
"More than ever," I reply, my heart pounding in anticipation.
"Good," he says, moving to straddle me once more. "Because I can't wait any longer."
I can't believe this is happening. I haven't had penetrative sex with anyone but Cara. It's been over a year since I've felt this alive, felt this kind of overwhelming desire. But now, lying here with Tristan, every nerve in my body is on fire, and all I want…
"I... I want to fugg you," I say, my voice thick with need.
His eyes widen, and a slow grin spreads across his face. "You want to fugg me?” He grins. I know it amuses him that I don’t curse. “I thought you'd never ask," he teases, making me laugh even as my heart races.
"Wait," he says suddenly, pulling away slightly. "Do you have any lube or condoms?"
Shoot. "No, I don't," I admit, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. "It's been so long, I just... didn't think about it."
"Hey, don't worry," he reassures me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. "We'll figure something out. I'm negative, by the way."
"Me too," I reply, relieved that we're on the same page.
Tristan looks thoughtful for a moment before grabbing his dick and starting to pump himself.
I've never actually watched another man do this in person, and the sight of him pleasuring himself electrifies my senses.
The rawness and vulnerability of it stirs something deep inside me, making me even harder—if that's possible.
I wrap my own hand around my dick, fondling myself as I watch him intently. His breathing grows ragged, his cheeks flushed, and the sight of it sets my blood on fire.
"Fuck, Myles," he moans, his grip tightening around his shaft. "You have no idea how hot you look right now."
"Likewise," I manage to choke out, my throat tight.
With one final stroke, Tristan comes, his seed spilling into his hand. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight; it's raw and primal and absolutely intoxicating.
"Here," he says, reaching for me with his cum-covered hand. "This should work."
I watch in awe as Tristan slathers my dick with his cum, using it as lube.
The sensation is electrifying, a mixture of hot and cold that rushes through my veins like liquid fire.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back a moan.
My body feels like it's been set ablaze, and I know I won't last long like this.
I can't help but marvel at the fact that, even in my 40s, I'm still capable of feeling this alive, this turned on.
"Damn, you're so hard," Tristan breathes out, and I can hear the raw need in his voice. It sends shivers down my spine, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable level. Just the thought of plunging into him has me teetering on the edge of pleasure.
Is this really happening? I wonder to myself, unable to shake off the surreal feeling. The answer comes crashing over me as Tristan leans in for another deep, searing kiss. His lips taste like sin and salvation all rolled into one, and it's addicting.
"Ready for me?" Tristan asks, breaking away from our kiss just enough to look into my eyes. I nod, my heart pounding against my ribcage, threatening to break free.
"Definitely," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
Tristan smirks, a wicked glint in his eye. "Alright, big guy, I'm going to open myself up for you."
He moves away from me for a moment, adjusting his position on the bed before spreading his legs wide. The sight of him has my mouth watering and my dick throbbing in anticipation.
"Okay, here goes," he murmurs, reaching down to touch himself. I watch, fascinated, as he slowly inserts one finger, still slick with his cum, into his hole. The moan that escapes his lips sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.
"Feels so good," he gasps, adding a second finger. My heart races as I watch him stretch himself, preparing to take me in. The sight is so erotic, so enticing, that it's all I can do not to just bury myself inside him right then and there.
"Almost there," Tristan pants, working a third finger in. "God, Myles, I want you so bad."
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," I assure him, my voice rough with need.
Finally, he pulls his fingers free, his glistening hole open and inviting. "Okay, I'm ready for you."
As I take my position between his legs, I can't help but think that this is the moment where everything changes—where our two souls collide and become one. And I couldn't be more excited… or terrified.
"Ready?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
"More than ready," Tristan breathes out, his eyes locked onto mine as I place the head of my dick at his entrance. His face is flushed with desire, and I can't believe that it's all for me.
"Here goes," I say, taking a deep breath before starting to push into him. The warmth and tightness surrounding me is almost overwhelming, and I have to bite back a moan.
"Fuck." Tristan gasps, his hands gripping the sheets. "You're big. You might split me in two," he rasps.
"Sorry," I mumble, wondering if I should stop. But then he shakes his head as if he can read my mind.
"Feels amazing," he assures me, and I can see the truth in his eyes. So I continue, slowly sinking deeper and deeper inside him until I'm fully sheathed. And I still for a moment, giving him time to adjust to my size… and to give me time to shore up my control so this isn’t over way too soon.
"God, Myles," he moans, his legs wrapping around my waist. "Move."
I start to thrust, gently at first, but soon we find a rhythm that has us both panting and moaning. Every time I slide in, I hit the spot inside him that makes his eyes roll back, and it spurs me on.
"Like that?" I grunt, trying to hold back the urge to just pound into him. "Like my big dick in your ass? Can’t believe I said the A word.
"Y-yes," he stammers, biting his lip. "Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I tell him, picking up the pace. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our skin slapping together as I dick him down harder and faster.
"Close," Tristan whispers, his hand moving to stroke his own dick in time with my thrusts. "So. Fucking. Ungh. Close."
"Me too." The pressure builds, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.
"Come for me," he urges, and that's all it takes. With a final, desperate thrust, I spill into him, my vision going white with the intensity of my orgasm.
Moments later, he follows, his own release painting our chests as he cries out my name.
I gasp, still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm as I collapse on top of him." Darn," I breathe, utterly spent. "That was..."
"Amazing," he finishes for me, a blissful smile on his face.
"Agreed." I pull out carefully and roll off of him, both of us panting and sweaty.
"Stay right there," I tell him, getting up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. I wet it with warm water and return to the bed, gently cleaning him before doing the same for myself.
"Thanks," he murmurs, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Of course," I reply, tossing the cloth into the laundry hamper. We change the sheets quickly, neither of us wanting to sleep in the mess we've made and slip on some clothes. I would love to sleep naked with him, but we do have a precocious little boy sleeping just down the hall.
Crawling back into bed, Tristan says, "Come here." He pulls me close as we settle under the fresh sheets. His body is warm and comforting against mine, and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this is exactly where I want to be—wrapped up in his arms, feeling his heartbeat against my chest.
"Good night, sweetheart," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Night night, baby." He snuggles closer, and soon we're both drifting off to sleep, surrounded by the scent of laundry detergent and fabric softener, and the knowledge that something truly special has just begun between us.