Page 46 of Finding Michael

“Saucy. Am I bringing out your inner kinky side?”

“Yeah.” He wasn’t ashamed. For the first time in forever, he didn’t care and embraced his needs. “Not kinky, but I’m comfortable enough to say what I want.”

“I’m honored.” Tristan licked the seam of Michael’s mouth. “So, what do you want?” His eyes flashed.

“Sex.”

Tristan threaded his fingers into Michael’s belt loops and held him close. “I love the way you think.” Tristan feasted on his mouth and, when he opened to him, he sucked on Michael’s tongue.

The word ‘love’ had come up again, along with Tristan’s dick. He ignored his concerns about romance and followed Tristan’s lead.

Tristan tugged him to the library. “I had a feeling you’d want to be in here.” He nodded to the box of condoms and bottle of lube on the writing desk. “I preplanned.”

“You hoped.” Michael snorted. “Right?”

“Yes.” He pulled Michael into his arms again and kissed him. “I can’t get enough of you.” He peppered Michael’s cheeks and chin with kisses, then nipped Michael’s neck.

Michael groaned. Fire licked his body from within. He couldn’t wait to get the rest of the way naked. He fumbled with Tristan’s pants until the bothersome clothing slid down to his ankles.

“What are you doing to me?” Tristan’s breath warmed Michael’s neck. “Huh? Scrambling my brain.”

“You like it.” He withdrew his own cock and held it against Tristan’s. Tristan raked his nails over Michael’s shoulders. Power radiated through Michael. He met Tristan’s gaze. He liked the passion he saw reflected in the blue depths.

Tristan ground his erection against Michael’s and gritted his teeth. “Fuck me.” He tipped his head back. “Love cock on cock.”

The feeling of smooth skin on skin was pretty fucking hot to Michael, too. He stroked harder, mashing both dicks together. “Need some lube.”

“Table.” Tristan snagged the bottle. “Here. Fuck…”

Michael drenched both erections in lube. The slippery gel added a new dimension to the act of jerking him and Tristan off. Michael rocked faster, sliding the underside of his cock against Tristan’s. Christ, doing this—being so bold with Tristan—blew his mind. Despite not being inside Tristan, he felt closer to him than ever. The bond was stronger.

Tristan placed his hand over Michael’s. “Got me on the edge.” He stroked in the same tempo as Michael. Another groan ripped from him.

“Yeah?” Good to know he wasn’t the only one about to combust.

“Uh-huh.” Tristan closed his eyes and rested his head on Michael’s shoulder. A shiver wracked his body. He scraped his teeth on Michael’s skin.

“What do you want?” Michael asked. He gave in to the desire in his veins. “My dick in your ass? Or my tongue on your hole? Bet you want me all over your cock.”

“Fucking hell yes. All of it. Now.” Tristan bit Michael. “Want you.”

So, Tristan likes dirty talk? Nice.Michael kept stroking. His nerve endings were on fire. “Nah. You want to be on your knees and sucking me until I come. No, you want my dick buried in your ass. That’s it. To be stretched and used.”

“Jesus.” Tristan tensed and pushed wildly into Michael’s hand. “Let me come.”

Michael squeezed his fingers around both dicks. He pressed his thumb on top of his erection. The change in pressure knocked him over the edge. He panted.

“Let me come.” Tristan raked his nails over Michael’s chest. “Fuck.”

“Do it. I want your sticky cum on me. Mark me.”Brand me. I belong to you.Michael couldn’t ignore his feelings. He already believed what he knew in his heart—even if he couldn’t say the words out loud.

Tristan growled. Cum shot up between him and Michael. Most of it landed on their hands. Michael met Tristan’s heavy-lidded gaze. Seeing Tristan climax kick-started Michael’s orgasm. He jerked forward and his seed stretched across Tristan’s belly.

“God, that’s hot.” Tristan released his grasp on Michael’s fingers. “Love.” He dropped to his knees. “Let me.” He licked the jizz from Michael’s hand. “So good.”

Michael leaned against the couch. Two orgasms in one night were just about his limit.If this is going to be the norm with Tristan, then sign me up.He ruffled his dry fingers through Tristan’s hair.

Tristan rubbed his cheek against Michael’s thigh. “Stay tonight.”

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