23. Tristan #2
His rich whiskey-brown eyes meet mine with intensity. The electricity between us is palpable, igniting a fire in me. The bedroom is filled with a charged energy as if a storm is brewing.
I draw myself towards him, and when I’m close enough, I feel his warm breath against my skin. His lips are slightly parted, and his eyes are heavy with desire. A slow smile spreads across his handsome face.
My body presses against his, and I feel the contours of his muscled chest through the t-shirt I loaned him. His hands wander up my arms and settle at the nape of my neck, and I gasp at the touch of his fingers on my skin. He draws me closer, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss.
The heat of his mouth on mine sets my desire for him aflame. His tongue slips between my lips, exploring my mouth with a desperate hunger I’m all too eager to give in to. I moan softly, and his hands move to my hips, holding me tightly against him.
Myles’s kiss is fervent and demanding, yet tender and loving. His lips caress mine with a tenderness I didn’t know I craved, and I respond in kind. Our mouths move together in an ever-escalating rhythm, and my body melts into his. I want to stay in this moment forever.
His hands slide around my waist, and I arch my back, pressing my body to his.
His lips wander over my chin and along my jaw, making me quiver with need.
I can feel his desire for me as his hands roam over my body, and I’m powerless to resist him.
He kisses my neck and nibbles at my earlobe, and I can’t help but moan in pleasure.
Our kiss takes on an almost desperate intensity as if nothing else matters. His hands wander hungrily over my body and the room around us seems to tilt dizzyingly as we drown in each other.
“I want to eat your ass again, baby."
A lovely shade of pink spreads across Myles's cheeks, the shyness in his expression only adding to his irresistible charm. He stutters, clearly embarrassed, but he can’t hide the desire in his eyes.
I lean in, my breath hot on his ear as I whisper, "I promise I'll make you feel so good you'll beg me not to stop. "
As I coax Myles onto his hands and knees, I have to stop to admire the view he presents—toned muscles, smooth skin, and that perfect, round ass.
My body aches with need, but I force myself to focus on him, wanting to give him an unforgettable experience.
I know we did this yesterday in the kitchen, but it was rushed, and Myles didn’t know it was going to happen.
This time, I want to take my time with him.
And I want him fully present from start to finish, so I can show him how truly incredible this act can be.
"Relax, babe," I murmur, kneading his ass gently to help ease the tension in his body.
"You're perfect. Your ass is irresistible, and I can't wait to fuck this tight little hole again.
" My words seem to do the trick as Myles begins to unwind under my touch, his breath hitching when I graze a fingertip over his entrance.
"Tristan..." Myles whispers my name like a prayer, and my resolve crumbles. The urge to taste him becomes overwhelming, and I lower my head, my tongue eager to explore every inch of his hole.
My heart races as I spread Myles's cheeks, exposing his most intimate parts to me.
The scent of him is intoxicating, and I find myself lost in the moment, my tongue tracing a path around his balls, taint, and ass, then up around his ass cheeks and back to his big dick.
As my tongue continues its journey, Myles shivers beneath me, his body relaxing into the pleasure I'm giving him.
He makes all kinds of sexy noises, driving me wild with desire.
"God, baby," I groan. "You taste amazing."
I make another track around Myles's balls, ass, and cheeks, each pass eliciting more moans from him. With every lick, I become more aware of the power I hold over him, and it excites me. The control, the trust he places in me—it's heady stuff, addictive even.
"Tristan..." Myles gasps, his words barely decipherable, lost in the haze of pleasure.
"Shh, just feel," I whisper, nipping at his ass cheeks with my teeth. I spread them wider, determined to stimulate every nerve ending hidden within him. I revel in his complete surrender to me and the way his vulnerability only serves to strengthen our connection.
As I continue to tease and tantalize Myles, my mind races with thoughts of how far we've come together—from a smoke alarm to passionate moans. It feels like destiny, and I want nothing more than to give him everything he deserves.
"Your pleasure is mine, baby," I murmur against his skin. "I want you to know how much you mean to me."
"Please..."
His breathless plea spurs me on, and I can't wait to leave him completely undone.
I press my fingers against Myles's taint, rubbing gently, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
The weight of his balls rests in my hand, smooth and warm to the touch.
I lean down, exhaling hot air onto his inner thighs, watching goosebumps rise on his flushed skin.
My fingertips trace along the inside of his thighs, teasing and exploring every inch.
"Tristan..." Myles whimpers, his voice barely more than a breathy moan.
"Tell me what you want," I command, my voice husky with arousal.
"More... please," he begs, pushing his body back against mine, grinding into the mattress.
"God, you're fucking sexy." I growl, reaching around to cup his balls while swiping my tongue along his taint. I pepper gentle kisses on his ass cheeks, eliciting shivers and sighs from him.
"Your taste is driving me insane," I admit, my mind racing at the thought of devouring him completely. "You have no idea how much I want you."
"Please," he pleads, his voice strained with need.
I give his ass cheeks a playful swat with my palm, making him gasp. Sliding my hands underneath his tailbone, I lift him up as if he weighs nothing, positioning his ass before me like a feast. And then, without hesitation, I dive in, going to town on his hole as if it's my last supper.
"Fuuuugg, Tristan!" Myles cries out, his voice trembling with pleasure.
"Your ass tastes even better the second time, baby," I confess between licks, feeling intoxicated by the mix of our scents and the sounds he makes. "Let yourself go, Myles. Let me make you feel good."
His moans are a soothing serenade, fueling my desire to push him to the edge of ecstasy. I want him to remember this moment, remember the way I make him feel… desired, worshipped, loved.
"I... I can't take much more." Myles gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.
"Good," I growl, my voice low and primal. "But I'm not nearly done with you yet."
As I continue to eat him out, my mind races with thoughts of our journey together—from stolen glances to whispered confessions, from tender kisses to nights spent tangled in each other's arms. And it's all led us here, to this pinnacle of passion and connection.
Myles's moans echo in my ears as I vary the texture and pressure of my licks and sucks on his ass. I can't get enough of his taste and the way he trembles beneath me. I decide to take it a step further, wanting to push him as far as I can.
Wanting him to go insane with desire, I start spelling out his name, feeling him writhing and moaning underneath me. M-Y-L-E-S. The feel of his sensitive flesh under my tongue is intoxicating, making me want more.
"Tristan… Tris..." Myles gasps, his body quivering in anticipation. "What are you doing?"
"Baby," I murmur against his skin, "I'm writing your name in your hole with the tip of my tongue. Hold on for me; I want you to feel good." I press a kiss on his left ass cheek and then scrape my teeth over the right one.
"Tristan... fugg..." Myles gasps, his body quivering in anticipation.
"Your middle name, Myles... what is it?" I ask, desperate to keep teasing him.
"Jim," he huffs out a laugh.
"Jim?" I swat his ass playfully. "You're lying."
"Alright, alright." He laughs again, breathless. "It's Bartholomew. Eleven letters, Tristan." Myles huffs out a breath. "I don't know if I can hold back that long."
"Try," I warn him, my voice low and commanding. "You're not allowed to come yet."
"Fugg, you're killing me." He groans, but I can hear the pleasure in his voice.
I spell out Bartholomew and Madden with my tongue, slowly working my way around his ass, delighting in the way he whimpers and bucks against me. His vulnerability is beautiful, and I cherish every moment.
"Please, please, please!" Myles begs, his body teetering on the edge.
"Almost there, baby," I say, and without warning, I thrust my tongue deep into his ass.
"TRISTAN!" Myles screams out his release, his body convulsing as he finally comes. I can feel the heat of his release on my thigh, and I savor the satisfaction of knowing I pushed him to this point.
I flip him over on his back, and my hand wraps around my leaking dick, pumping it furiously. The sight of Myles, sated and panting, pushes me over the edge. With a groan, I cum all over his stomach and chest.
"God, Tris..." Myles breathes, looking up at me with those incredible eyes that always seem to see right through me. "That was..."
"Only for you," I finish for him, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. In this moment, we are everything to each other—lovers, partners, friends. It's an intimacy I never imagined possible, and I'm grateful for every second of it.
Later, I teach Myles how to make chicken Alfredo, a dish I've perfected over the years. As we chop, sauté, and mix, our laughter fills the kitchen, bouncing off the walls like a symphony.
"Watch it," I warn playfully as Myles steals a piece of chicken from the dish. "You're gonna spoil your appetite."
"Can't help it," he grins, popping the morsel into his mouth. "Your cooking is too good."