Fiery Heat

Chapter 38: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Getting kinky!

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Immediately after the last person left, Damon grabbed Tristan by the hand and dragged him back to the basement, ignoring Tristan’s question of what they were going back there for. Damon locked the door and pulled Tristan to the pool table. He picked him up and settled him on the edge of the table and stared into his eyes.

“What?” Tristan asked trying not to blush. He both loved and hated it when Damon looked at him like that. He loved the ‘I want to devour you’ look and hated the blush that always coloured his face whenever he looked at him like that.

“Do you have any idea how close I came to bending you over this table and fucking you senseless in front of everyone today? Seeing you bent over that table, moving that sexy arse, biting your lips in concentration, and all that deliberate teasing…do you intentionally want to drive me crazy, Tris?” Damon whispered huskily.

“Sorta. It’s great to know just how much I affect you. At least I’m not the only one affected.” Tristan murmured, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

“I want you, Tris,” Damon said gruffly. “Right here. On this table.”

“What are you waiting for?” Tristan asked, grabbing Damon’s head and pulling him into a fierce kiss filled with all the lust and love he felt. Hungry, desperate, their mouths mated, tongues twining, giving, and taking until Tristan thought he would explode from the pleasure of that alone. Damon drove him insane. “Take me.”

Damon brought Tristan down to stand in front of him and unbuckled his belt with unsteady fingers. Then still staring into his eyes, he pushed his jeans down to his knees. He wanted him so bad.

“Turn around.”

The barely repressed lust in Damon’s voice sent a rush of excitement through Tristan. He turned around and faced the pool table.

“Spread your legs and bend down.” Again, Tristan complied, his whole body quivering with excitement and anticipation. He was so damn horny, he could hardly stand it.

Damon slid his palms under Tristan’s t-shirt, running them across the hot, smooth skin of Tristan’s back, loving the shudders Tristan couldn’t hide. He placed one hand on each cheek, spreading Tristan, exposing his hole.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard Tris. And as punishment for teasing me to my breaking point, I’m not going to use lube. Got that?”

“Finally, you grow some balls.” Tristan moaned.

Damon licked his finger and pushed it into Tristan, twisting and probing until an electric shock radiated through him, causing each nerve ending to come alive. Tristan moaned loudly, immediately loosening to Damon. He pressed back, wanting more of him inside. His cock was at full attention.

Damon added a second finger, scissoring them and rubbing against the sensitive gland deep inside. Tristan sobbed with pleasure and began to thrust back to force Damon’s fingers deeper inside him. When Damon added a third finger, Tristan threw his head back, a loud groan emitting from his throat.

“Please Damon. I need you inside me.”

“You sure about that?” Damon husked, pulling his fingers out and rubbing that sensitized puckered hole with the surprisingly wet pierced head of his cock.

“What the…?” Tristan gasped at the wet feeling.

“You seriously thought I was going to fuck you dry?” Damon chuckled.

“Chicken!”

“Don’t get rude just yet baby. It’s still going to burn. In this position, it’s going to be a tight fit. Get ready.”

Damon positioned his cock against Tristan’s wet hole and pushed forward. The tip pierced the ring of muscle and forced a hiss out of Tristan. His breath hitched as inch by painful inch worked its way into him. He could have sworn Damon’s cock had gotten bigger. He tried to spread his legs wider but couldn’t because of the jeans around his knees. Oh shit!

“Jesus Damon.” Tristan gasped. Damon was right…It was indeed a tight fit.

Damon’s gentleness however ensured Tristan felt no pain. What he rather felt was an intensity that singed up his spine and tightened his body, causing his toes to curl inside his boots. That strong sensation stirred something primitive in him…something that made him want to be filled and engulfed by Damon. Tristan had a sudden urge to feel Damon fully seated within him. He craved that fullness.

Damon hesitated, remaining still, “You okay Tris?” he asked in a hoarse voice. But before he could register what Tristan was doing, Tristan’s hands came around to grip his arse, pulling him against his arse with such force that, his cock slid into his tight hole.

“Fuuuuck!” Tristan screamed.

“Oh, shit baby, why the fuck did you…”

“Hold the fuck still, Damon,” Tristan screamed to stop Damon from pulling out. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and neck.

“Oh fuck. You’re crazy you know that?” Damon’s voice was filled with worry and ecstasy. That tight hot channel was gripping his cock like a vise. He was delirious with pleasure. He held still within Tristan, giving him time to adjust. “You know you’re going to be very sore after this don’t you?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” Tristan shot back.

The pain and burn began to melt away as Damon started to move. Moaning as the burning sensation quickly morphed into exquisite pleasure, Tristan reached back and grabbed Damon’s arse, urging him to pump harder.

Damon maintained a slow rhythm of pulling out to the head of his cock before pushing back in, careful not to hurt Tristan. But Tristan was having none of that. He wanted more of Damon. He began to fuck back onto Damon’s cock, evoking a whimper of pleasure from Damon. Unable to control the onslaught of ecstasy barreling through him, Damon increased the tempo and started fucking him hard, pumping his hips at an almost obscene pace, causing Tristan to cry out with each frenzied thrust. His head dropped down as he gripped the table hard.

“Oh God, Tristan. So hot. So tight.” Damon cried out as he angled his barbell to slam into Tristan’s pleasure button over and over and over.

Tristan squirmed beneath him, shaking his head from side to side, murmuring unintelligibly. The pleasure was so deep, so profound that his mouth gaped and his eyes rolled around with an expression of pure rapture. He couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't move as the pleasure ripped through him.