Page 31 of Finding Michael

“I can’t move.” Michael scrubbed both hands over his face. “I don’t think my knees will work.”

“I bet they do.” Tristan wiped his mouth, then sat fully on his butt. “You’re dying to be inside me.”

“What if I am?” Michael’s eyes flashed. “Since the day we met. Hell, I want you in me, too.”

“Kinky.” He winked. “I’m game.”

“What about your writing?”

“If the sex is hot and I’m relaxed, the story will flow.” He helped Michael get free of the wadded-up clothing. “I’m better when I’m happy. Being with you makes me happy.”

Michael kicked his jeans and underwear out from under his feet. He grasped Tristan’s hand. “Come with me.” He led Tristan to the bedroom. His heart hammered and his palms were clammy. The last time he’d brought someone home seemed like forever ago. He flipped the light on.

“I love it.” Tristan collided with Michael. He wound his arms around Michael. “You’re so sexy.”

“Me?” He still didn’t see himself as sexy.

“Yeah, you.” He turned Michael around and feathered kisses over his face. He caressed Michael’s chest. “I’m so glad I found you.”

Fire licked Michael from within. He moaned and grabbed Tristan’s ass. He needed to lose himself. To stop thinking and take what he wanted for a change.

“I want you.” Tristan’s eyes flashed. He walked Michael backward until he collided with the bed. He tumbled onto the mattress. Tristan grinned. “Damn.” He yanked his shirt off, then shoved his pants down around his ankles. Once naked, he pinned Michael beneath him.

Michael ignored his insecurities.Fuck them.He feasted on Tristan’s mouth and basked in Tristan’s taste. Getting Tristan out of his system would be tough. Just about impossible. He didn’t care. He ground his crotch against Tristan’s.

“Get the rest of the way naked,” Tristan said between kisses. He raked his nails down Michael’s sides. “Want you to fuck me.”

He wanted to be inside Tristan, too. Blood coursed through his veins and he gasped for air.

“Where are the condoms? Lube?” Tristan sat up and flexed his upper body. “Or aren’t you interested?”

“I want you.” Michael moaned. He wrapped his fingers around Tristan’s cock. “Tristan.”

“Yeah?” Tristan rocked into Michael’s hand. “That’s so hot.”

“Let’s get hotter. Condoms and lube are in the nightstand.” He wasn’t sure how he sounded so coherent.

Tristan whistled and nodded once. “Good.” He crawled off Michael and stood beside the bed. He rifled through the drawer until he held up the needed supplies. “I won’t need much prep. I’m so ready.”

Michael sat up long enough to remove his shirt, then stretched out on the bed. He’d never thought of himself as handsome and compared to Tristan, he was a pale second place.

“You’re over-thinking again.” Tristan tore the condom wrapper open. “I’m not working hard enough.” He settled between Michael’s knees and sheathed him. He stroked Michael’s dick four times. “You’re hard as hell, though.” He leaned over Michael and sucked on his nipple.

Michael threaded his fingers into Tristan’s hair. His nerve endings sizzled. He puffed for air and rubbed his hard dick on Tristan’s thigh.

Tristan let go of Michael’s chest. “Better.” He sat back on his heels and dumped lube over Michael’s cock. “I can’t wait for this to be inside me.”

“Yeah.” Michael held out his hands for Tristan, not that Tristan needed his help. He met Tristan’s gaze. He loved the fire and passion burning in the blue depths. The breath wrenched from him. Tristan was too pretty for words.

Tristan straddled Michael’s thighs. He reached around and toyed with his own asshole. “Won’t take long.” He lined Michael’s dick up with his hole. “Oh fuck.” As he lowered himself onto Michael’s shaft, his eyes rolled back. He whimpered. “Damn.”

Once he had Michael fully within his body, he flexed his asshole. The sensation knocked Michael for a loop. Michael couldn’t think straight. The only thing he could do was experience Tristan.

“You fit so well in me.” A lazy smile curled on Tristan’s lips. “You’re stretching me, but I’m digging the burn.”

“You’re tight.” He palmed Tristan’s ass. “Ride me. Get yourself off on my dick.” He planted his feet to give himself better leverage. The change shoved his cock deeper into Tristan.

“Yes.” Tristan writhed and rocked on Michael’s erection. Sweat glistened on his chest. His nipples peaked. He tipped his head back and groaned. “I’m not gonna last.” He shuddered.

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