Chapter 19
Ben
I was captivated.
A few weeks ago, the thought of anyone spending any time in my house, let alone my bed, made my skin itch, but with Tristan, it felt natural. I was still having trouble getting my head around how easy it had been to open up to him about my past.
Throughout our friendship, Jake had done everything he could to get me to tell him how I ended up in the system, but I never did, afraid he would find a way to use it against me. With Tristan, the words flowed, and the more I told him, the more it felt like a weight had been lifted.
But after he’d gone to sleep, and I was left with nothing but silence, Jake’s voice filled my head, mocking me, telling me there was something wrong with me for letting another guy sleep in my bed.
I’d stared at the ceiling, battling the part of me that wanted to wake Tristan and tell him to get the fuck out of my bed until sleep eventually claimed me.
The blast of my alarm rang out, pulling me away from staring at Tristan. I reached out to the bedside table, hitting the off button, when a groan had me turning back.
“What time is it?” Tristan muttered through a yawn.
“5 am.”
He paused mid-stretch. “Dude. What the hell. It’s too fucking early, go back to sleep.”
“I always get up at this time.” I scoffed. “And you said I didn’t have the stamina to keep up.”
His features twisted into mock outrage. “I have stamina.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it. Join me for a workout.”
He rubbed his eyes, his voice still thick with sleep. “I haven’t got any gym clothes.”
I slid out of bed and marched over to my wardrobe.
“You’re about the same size as me, I’ll lend you some, and you had your sneakers on last night.
” I glanced back at him, rolling my eyes when it looked like he was trying to go back to sleep.
“But it’s fine. You probably don’t want to see me benchpress more than you can. It’ll only bruise your ego.”
He bolted upright, suddenly wide awake. “That sounds like a challenge.”
I shrugged. “If you think you’re up for it, Bug.”
“Oh, it’s on, old man.”
He flew out of bed, my eyes instantly dropping to his defined torso before traveling down and snagging on his morning erection. He grinned his cocky smile as he grabbed the outfit I’d pulled out for him, winking as he headed into the bathroom.
Motherfucker.
Less than ten minutes later—and unable to remove the image of Tristan’s cock from my head—we were both changed into our workout gear, and he followed me through the house to my home gym.
“Holy shit,” he said, his eyes growing wide as I opened the door and led him inside. “This is pretty damn impressive.”
A bolt of pride coursed through me. Fitness was important to me, and when I’d bought the house, I’d decided to deck this room out with the best sports equipment money could buy. It had everything: cardio machines, resistance weights, punchbags, the lot.
Aside from my car, this room was my pride and joy.
Tristan’s gaze darted everywhere. “I’m glad Bella never found this place.”
“Me too,” I huffed at the mention of her name.
Since learning that Bella was the one responsible for damaging my house, I had a steady flow of anger coursing through my veins, made worse by knowing Tristan had taken the blame for her.
Yet, I couldn’t help but admire him that little bit more. He was willing to face prison for the sake of his friend. I doubted anyone in my life—past or present—would have done the same for me.
“Can I use the treadmill to warm up?” Tristan asked, oblivious to where my thoughts had gone.
“Sure.” I crossed to the spin bike I usually started my day on, adding, “Use whatever you want.”
He clapped me on the back as he headed over to the machine. “You got any music?”
“No.”
His head whipped in my direction as I sat on the bike seat and set up my regular warm-up program. “You’re telling me you’ve got all this state-of-the-art equipment, but you don’t have a banging sound system?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, I don’t have a banging sound system,” I replied, sarcasm lacing my tone. “I don’t like noise.”
Tristan tutted, grinning, but shaking his head. “I’ll have to remember to keep quiet next time you’re fucking my ass then.”
My jaw dropped as he winked at me, turning back to set up his own machine. I swallowed. Why the fuck did he have to go and put that image in my head? I was already having enough trouble not thinking about how much I wanted to fall to my knees when he got out of bed and let him fuck my throat.
He started padding on the treadmill, his long legs taking large strides to keep up with the pace he’d set. I kept my focus on my speedometer, or at least, I tried. I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but Tristan.
As the intensity of my warm-up increased, I peddled furiously in hopes the exercise would extinguish the fire spreading through my body, but when Tristan upped his pace to a fast jog, all hope of concentration went out of the fucking window as my gaze snagged on his muscular thighs.
Blood rushed to my cock, making it near impossible to cycle, and I clenched my jaw as I surreptitiously glanced up at Tristan.
After several minutes, I gave up, accepting that my workout was ruined.
Slamming my hand down on the stop button, I grabbed my towel and wiped the sweat off my forehead before muttering a curse and getting off the machine.
Noticing something was wrong, Tristan stopped the treadmill, jumping off before the belt stopped moving to come and stand in front of me.
“You okay?” he asked, a frown creasing his brow.
“Wonderful,” I growled, doing a better job of hiding my erection than I was at hiding my irritation.
His gaze dropped to where I held my towel in front of my shorts, a knowing smile pulling at his lips. “Did the mention of fucking my ass get you all hot and bothered?”
Sometimes, like right then, I hated the arrogance that dripped from his tone. I never knew whether I wanted to throttle him or beg him to make me come. “Bug, I swear to-”
The threat I was about to deliver was cut off when he closed the gap and cupped my cock through both the towel and my shorts. “You’re grumpy when you’re horny, baby.” He moved even closer, his lips almost touching mine. “You know, if you wanna fuck me, you just have to ask.”
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, resting my forehead against his as my eyes darted between his. His masculine scent cocooned me, making my cock leak pre-cum against my shorts. “I want to fuck you, Bug. Right here. Right in this fucking gym.”
Tugging him toward me, our lips smashed together, my hands roaming down his body until I found the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Sweat glistened on his bronzed skin, and I lowered my lips to his neck, trailing my tongue down to his chest and lapping up every drop.
Fuck, he was delicious.
I kept going down, and when I reached the waistband of his shorts, I shoved my thumbs in either side and yanked them down, his cock springing free. Without hesitating, I wrapped my palm around his shaft and took his crown into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Tristan hissed, lacing his fingers through my messy hair.
I got to work, my head bobbing as I sucked him with vigor, his shaft swelling in my mouth. I reached between my thighs, needing to feel relief around my own cock, but noticing my movement, Tristan gently pushed me back. “Fuck me now, baby,” he panted, pulling me to my feet. “How do you want me?”
Options ran through my head until I settled on one. “On the mat in front of the mirror. I want to watch your face while I fuck you from behind.”
I kissed him roughly before shoving him away. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he kicked his shorts and shoes off. I followed suit, stripping out of all my clothes, watching with my heart racing in anticipation as he lowered himself to the mat.
“Wait,” I said, coming to a sudden realization. “We haven’t got any lube.”
“Use your spit,” Tristan barked, stroking his length and looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you. And I really fucking need you.”
Like I asked, he positioned himself on all fours, facing the mirror, his gaze trained on me as I positioned myself behind him. Still unsure about not using lube, I gathered saliva in my mouth, spitting it into my hand to smear over his puckered hole.
Tristan groaned when I pushed a finger inside. “Oh, fucking hell, that’s good.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. Spitting into my hand, I coated my cock before lining the tip against him.
Slowly pushing forward, I watched in awe as his tight hole stretched to accommodate me.
His back arched as his fingers dug into the mat, but when I was halfway in, I caught his reflection in the mirror.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes closed, and I couldn’t figure out if the look on his face was one of pleasure or pain.
“You okay, Bug?”
His eyes flew open. “Yes, fuck, yes. Please keep going, baby.”
The pleasure in his voice gave me the answer I needed, and I continued pushing forward, my head falling back once I was fully sheathed. I couldn’t move for several beats as my cock pulsed, threatening to explode.
With some effort, I managed to gain control, and I pulled out before thrusting back in. The two of us groaned at the same time, and my hands moved to grab his hips. Holding him tightly, I kept my eyes on where we were connected as I relentlessly drove into him.
His tight hole squeezed my shaft, and for a moment, I wondered what it would feel like if he were to fuck my ass.
Christ. Did I want that?
I wasn’t sure, and it wasn’t something I could think about right then. Not without losing control.
“Baby, you feel so good,” Tristan cooed. “I can’t wait for you to fill me up with your come again.”
His filthy words hit me in my balls, and my grip tightened to the point where I left marks on his skin. He lowered his chest to the mat, his ass lifting higher as he locked his eyes on me in the mirror.
I ploughed into Tristan again and again, chasing my impending climax.
Pleasure washed over his face, spurring me on.
Slaps of sweaty skin and our combined moans reverberated around the room, the only soundtrack I wanted to hear in my gym, and one I would happily listen to every single day of my life.
Releasing one of his hips, I reached around, wrapping my hand around Tristan’s rock-hard cock, wanting him to come at the same time as me.
It took several thrusts for me to find a rhythm, stroking his shaft at the same time as fucking his ass.
Without warning, my orgasm slammed into me, my body jerking as I filled him with come.
Unable to focus on anything but how damn intense my orgasm was, my movement on his cock faltered. Tristan quickly wrapped his hand around mine on his cock, and we moved together. With just a few strokes, he yelled as white ropes of come erupted from him, splattering the mat.
Slowly, I pulled out of him, admiring the way my come leaked from his ass.
Fucking Christ, that was hot.
Tristan rolled onto his back, not giving a damn that he was now lying in the mess he’d just made. I collapsed next to him, the two of us panting. After what seemed like an eternity, Tristan twisted to look at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Totally worth getting up at the crack of dawn.”