Chapter 27
Ben
Nervous excitement pounded through me as I locked the office and drove home, not one part of me doubting the request I’d made last night. I couldn’t fucking wait to find out what it felt like to have Tristan inside me.
Pulling into the driveway and parking behind his van, a fond smile crossed my lips. I’d started to look forward to finding his van parked up, telling me he was home.
Home.
Funny. The house had never really felt like home until he started showing up.
Opening the front door, classical music floated through the house, and my brow creased. It wasn’t Tristan’s type of music. Puzzled, I poked my head into the living room, expecting to see him painting the walls, but to my confusion, the walls were painted, but Tristan was nowhere to be seen.
When something clattered in the direction of the kitchen, I headed that way, freezing in the doorway at the sight before me. The kitchen table was set for dinner, a candle burning between the plates, and the scent of freshly baked bread filled the air.
My mouth watered, not just at the delicious aroma, but at Tristan.
He wasn’t wearing his usual paint-covered clothing, but had changed into dark blue jeans and a tight red shirt, stretched taut across his muscular chest. For once, he’d tamed his messy hair with product, his jawline free of any stubble.
And holy hell, did he look gorgeous.
“Hey,” he said, turning from checking something in the oven and noticing me eyeing him up from the doorway. “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought I’d cook dinner.”
Words lodged in my throat. Was this a date? Did I want it to be a date?
Fuck, yes.
In four long strides, I was across the kitchen and standing in front of him, my cock getting hard in an instant as his unique scent cloaked me. I grabbed his hips, pulling him against me. “You cooked me dinner, Bug?”
A devious look twisted his features, and my eyes were drawn to his mouth. “Thought you’d be hungry.”
I grabbed the back of his neck, moving closer until my lips brushed against his as I spoke. “Starving.”
We both pounced at the same time, our mouths clashing in a desperate kiss as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. My cock pulsed as Tristan’s thickening length pressed against me, and suddenly, there were too many clothes keeping me from what I wanted.
Breathless, I pulled away. “How long until the food’s ready? I don’t want to ruin your hard work.”
That wasn’t strictly true. I didn’t give a fuck if dinner was burnt to a crisp so long as I got Tristan naked and inside me, but he’d evidently put a lot of effort into making the evening perfect.
He reached behind him, lowering the heat on the oven. “We’ve got an hour.”
“Thank fuck,” I replied, slamming my mouth on his again.
We stumbled from the kitchen, passing through the hallway as we tore each other’s clothes off.
Neither of us broke our frantic kisses as we somehow made it up the stairs without falling.
By the time we reached the bedroom, the only item of clothing left on us both was our boxer briefs, the material tenting from how hard we were.
Tristan broke the kiss, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon, his beautiful eyes darkened with lust. “I need to hear you say it without any alcohol in your system.”
Not liking the gap he’d put between us, I closed it in one step, shoving my thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. “I want you to fuck me, Bug.”
His breath hitched as I lowered them, and when he kicked them away, his erection standing proud, he kissed me again, this time slower as if he wanted to savour every minute.
“I’m going to make this so fucking good for you,” he growled, removing my boxers. My pulse went into chaos as adrenaline poured through my veins. “On the bed, baby. Lie on your front.”
I chuckled in a bid to hide my nerves, giving him my back, but looking over my shoulder as I said, “I thought I was the bossy one.”
Tristan’s hand glided smoothly up his shaft, and I licked my lips. He stepped behind me, his chest against my back. “You can be bossy any time you like. Just let me take care of you tonight.”
The tenderness in his tone was so unlike him, but his reassurance that he was going to take care of me calmed my chaotic nerves. Taking a deep breath, words I’d never been able to say to anyone spilled from my lips. “I trust you, Tristan.”
“I don’t think I like you calling me by my name,” he whispered as he wrapped a hand around my waist and gripped my cock. Pumping it a few times, his teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the crook of my neck. “Don’t ever stop calling me Bug.”
“I won’t,” I replied, my voice cracking, not just from the sensation he was eliciting as his lips placed kisses over my heated skin, but from the sudden burst of overpowering emotions.
They instantly calmed when Tristan slapped my ass. “I thought I told you to get on the bed.”
“Bossy, bossy, bossy,” I muttered, doing as he instructed and lying on my front before adjusting myself to accommodate my aching cock underneath me.
My gaze tracked Tristan as he collected two items from on top of the chest of drawers: massage oil and lube. Straddling my lower back but not putting his full weight on me, he tossed the lube onto the bed and poured a dollop of oil onto my back.
His warm hands ran over my skin as he spread the oil, the scent of lavender filling the room. I closed my eyes as he increased the pressure of his fingers, easing muscles I didn’t realize were aching.
Moans of pleasure escaped me, and when he found a knot in my shoulder and focused on it for a minute, I groaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Good. I want you relaxed for me, baby,” he replied, moving his hands further down my back. “But if you keep letting out those needy moans, I can’t promise I’ll be able to hold on for long.”
“Sorry,” I chuckled, biting my lip and letting myself relax under his skilled fingers.
As he moved lower, he shifted off my back and grabbed a pillow. “Lift up and put this under your hips.”
I did as he told me, my cock resting on the pillow, my ass propped a little in the air. Tristan spread my legs to kneel between them as he carried on his massage, his hands finally reaching my ass cheeks. Nerves shot through me like an electric shot, and without meaning to, I tensed.
“Baby, relax,” Tristan encouraged. “We can stop at any time-”
“No, Bug. I don’t want to stop. I’m just…nervous.”
“Nervous that it’ll hurt?”
I paused. No, it wasn’t that. I knew the first time I took him might hurt, but I also trusted Tristan to make it feel good. So, if that wasn’t what had caused my sudden onslaught of anxiety, what had? “I’m not sure.”
Tristan carried on massaging his fingers into my cheeks. “That’s okay, baby. It’s normal to be nervous. But, you know, this doesn’t change you.”
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
He didn’t reply for a few seconds, and I peeked over my shoulder, finding him carefully choosing his words.
Meeting my gaze, he shrugged. “Well, being the bottom for some guys makes them question their identity. They can be made to believe that if they let another guy fuck them, then they’re not a real man.
But it’s bullshit. Being attracted to another guy or being intimate with them doesn’t change who you are. ”
My body relaxed. Without knowing it, Tristan had silenced another voice that had been lingering somewhere in the back of my mind, almost silent, but loud enough for my subconscious to hear.
Not knowing what to say, I closed my eyes again as tension drained from my body. Taking that as a sign to continue, Tristan trailed a finger along my ass crack until he gently rubbed it over my balls.
His hands moved back up to spread my cheeks, revealing my asshole. He lowered himself, and my eyes widened, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip when his hot, wet tongue licked them length of my crack before circling my hole.
I sucked in a shaky breath. “Holy fuck.”
“Is this okay, baby?”
My hips bucked when he did it again, and I nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh. Yep.”
Tristan chuckled, his tongue flicking against my hole, and when he pressed his tongue inside me, I almost coated the pillow with my come.
I never knew it could feel this good.
Keeping my cheeks spread, Tristan lapped away, and each time he speared my hole with his tongue, my willpower to stop myself coming grew weaker.
“Bug, please,” I squirmed when the pressure in my balls became too much. “Please, fuck me now. I can’t wait any longer.”
Tristan lifted from behind me as he reached out and grabbed the lube. A chill ran through me as cold liquid trickled between my ass cheeks, followed by Tristan’s finger smearing the lube over my hole.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, baby. You’re so damn tight,” Tristan groaned as he pressed his finger into me.
It wasn’t uncomfortable like the last time he pressed a finger into me, and my hands grasped the bedsheets as a tremor ran down my spine. Slowly, he pulled out before pressing into me again.
“Okay?” he asked when he was knuckle deep.
“Yeah…it feels good.” I closed my eyes, allowing the pleasure to course through me as Tristan withdrew his finger.
“I’m going to add a second finger now, baby,” he cooed. “I need to stretch you before you take me, but tell me if it gets too much.”
An incoherent mumble left my lips, too lost in the sensation flowing through me to form words. This time, when he pushed back in, I couldn’t help but tense as my hole stretched around his digits.
“Baby, relax. Let me in. You can take my fingers.” At his encouragement, I willed my muscles to unclench. He pushed both fingers further into me, passed the tight ring of muscles. Discomfort shot through me, but mixed in was a hint of pleasure. “How does that feel?”
Breathing through the intense feeling, I managed to get the words out. “Strange, but…uh, good. Keep going.”