Fiery Heat

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ing sweatpants and a white t-shirt,

black T-shirt. He looked so fucking sexy, Tristan wanted to jump his bones. Onl

f. Can I get

ch beside Damon who was sitting with his mini iPad

Trista

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ork to

aised eyebrow. "And you need to w

ing to talk about wor

e. Then he twisted in the seat, sliding one bent le

o you want to

? What is happening with us? Damon, I'm confused. And I can't talk to anyone else about this

ly sexy and extremely fuckable. Damon had to make an effort to ignore the lu

just said?" Tristan queried, no

d clearing his throat. "Fi

hat jeez," Tristan retor

on as if Tristan hadn't spoken. "I'm bi

ame shit if you ask me. I am not gay." Tristan said with a scowl. He dre

," Damon s

stan asked looki

lips. It's making me hard. An

Tristan became hard.

growing. Tristan froze and lifted his head, meeting Damon's gaze. His lips parted on a gasp

ispered words tor

zling kiss. Tristan curled his fingers in the front of Damon's t-shirt and held on. Molten lava spread t

ch his sweatpants had a wet patch where his cock pushed against it. Damon moved a hand around Tristan's waist and pulled his hips closer to

ts down Tristan's hips an

slapped against his covered stomach and the gushing pre-cum leaked on

k into his hand. He gave it a hard stroke and Tristan groaned, tendons cording his neck. He

iggled, spreading his legs wider.

ristan's legs to cup his balls. Tristan's head fell ba

thick vein. Tristan's hands fisted by his thighs. He was going out of his mind with pleasure. Damon swir

ris

in his hair. The drenching heat around the most sensitive part of him nearly drove him out of his

Tristan gasped, hi

back. The erotic sounds filling the room-Damon's low moans of pleasure, the wet

mon

nd the suction of those soft lips around him. Damon wasn't taking the time to tease, maybe was hav

whispered, tangling on

preading through Tristan's body. He was dying. Couldn't lie st

He finished shakily. He was helpl

down Damon's throat in long, ragged pulses, his eyes closed tight. The orgasm whi

his load. The ecstasy sizzling down his spine kept him coming

Damon could get, before backing off. Tristan flopped back onto the couch, spraw

ense," Trista

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iked

don't

nds. He threw Tristan on his back firem

ep, Tris. I'm going to show you what happens when someone makes my blood boil as you do." Damon started up the stairs. "I bet,

ng just to breathe. It was too sensual. But then he r

hurt me

ked butt had Tristan jerking

o make you scream out in pleasure. I'm so damn stiff it hurts...Se