Amara Lebel

“Fucking hell you taste so damn good.” Growling low in his throat, Josh devoured Tristan. His resolve was completely gone. He wanted this man with a fierceness he never felt in his life before. Not even with Awan. Grunting, he slipped his hands into Tristan’s jacket, shoving it off his shoulders before dragging it off his arms. As it tumbled to the floor Josh claimed Tristan’s mouth again, delving his tongue into the warm cavern to duel with his own. Tristan groaned, his hands clenching and unclenching where they gripped Josh’s biceps.

“Touch me. I know you want to. Touch me, Tristan.” Josh was startled by the desperation lacing his voice, but it didn’t stop him. He tore away Tristan’s clothes, exposing smooth pale skin. Not an inch of it marred by even a blemish. He was so fucking beautiful. Gripping Tristan’s shoulders Josh pushed him down onto the seat, following him over to place kisses to his collar bone and chest.

“Joshua. I—” Tristan’s words died on a moan as Josh captured one of his beaded nipples between his teeth, tugging lightly as his big hands roamed over Tristan’s finely muscled stomach. He arched and pleaded with Josh to take more, and he did. Reaching for the buttons on his pants, Josh slowly released Tristan’s cock. It was thick and ruddy, the bulbous head shining temptingly in the low light overhead.

“I’m going to taste you as you’ve tasted me in the past.” Without wasting another second Josh descended and wrapped his mouth around Tristan’s cock, stroking the pulsing shaft as he teased the head with blunt teeth. Josh moaned at the salty taste of him, at the way the thick vein throbbed against his tongue on the upward stroke. It had been so long since he had done anything like this, and he was glad he held out until Tristan walked into his life. He couldn’t see himself doing this with anyone else.

“Joshua. Damn baby. So fucking good.” Tristan chanted his name over and over again, tugging on his hair and arching beneath him with every slide of his mouth along his cock. It made him feel good knowing he could elicit this kind of reaction from Tristan. “Don’t stop! Fuck you, never stop.” Joshua groped and massaged Tristan’s balls, head bobbing up and down on his shaft. That thick delicious cock jerked and kicked in his mouth, the salty tang of cum coating his tongue. He could tell Tristan was close, and he didn’t want him to come like this. Pulling away he kissed a hot trail up over Tristan’s stomach and chest, reclaiming his mouth in a hard melding of lips.

“I want you. I can’t wait to get home.” Josh pushed Tristan’s pants down off his hips. “I don’t want our first time to be in the back of a damn car, but I can’t seem to stop myself.” Tristan groaned long and loud, forcing Josh’s mouth back to his for a slow sensual kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. They melted into each other, their movements unrushed as they tasted and savored, memorizing every delicious inch of the other’s perfect mouth. Tristan’s breath fanned Josh’s face, warming his flesh just as much as Tristan’s attentions had warmed his heart. It was a kiss which rocked his world and stole his breath, changing him forever, ruining Josh for all others.

When Tristan pulled away Josh’s head had cooled some, his breathing evening out as he leisurely ground his confined cock against Tristan’s. “There’s a hotel nearby. I own it. We could go there.” Tristan panted, sweat beading on his brow as he stared up at Josh.

“Okay, good. Let’s go there. I need to be inside you and I can’t wait any longer.”

Tristan hit the button on his armrest. “Stephen, take us to the Orchid.” No sooner had he released the button than Josh was on him again. His lust-addled mind urged him to fuck the guy here and now. Hard and fast. Josh’s cock jerked in response, his skin felt tight and his blood heated as he kissed and licked Tristan’s smooth hairless chest. His emotions were warring inside of him. He wanted Tristan, but thoughts of Awan and his past threatened to destroy his need for the man beneath him. It was killing him having to choose, but as Tristan groaned his mind cleared some and he knew what path he would take. He would have Tristan tonight.

When the car stopped it took everything in him to release Tristan. They were both panting hard, eyes never leaving the other as they righted their clothes. Without a word Tristan climbed from the car, Josh’s hand grasped tightly in his own. They walked through the main foyer of the hotel and straight into the elevator. Tristan removed a key from his back pocket and shoved it into the control panel. The twenty-first floor lit up as the elevator started.

“Tristan, why am I standing here alone?” Josh smirked as startled eyes met his own. Clutching the front of his wrinkled shirt Josh tugged Tristan back into his arms, flush against his chest. Their foreheads met. The sound of their combined panted breaths the only sound in the small compartment. Feeling braver than before Josh wrapped Tristan in a tight embrace, his hands roaming down over that tight ass to grip it firmly. “You have no idea how hard I’ve been fighting this, but no more. Tonight your ass is mine, Bailey.” The last was said on a groan as Tristan moved the last few centimeters to bring their lips back together. They took their time with this kiss, exploring one another’s mouths, suckling on lips and tongues as their hands caressed and fondled. When the elevator came to a stop Joshua walked Tristan backward out of it, not even taking notice of their surroundings as he pinned the guy to the nearest wall.