Page 65 of Finding Michael

“Uh-huh?” Tristan feasted on Michael’s neck and nibbled his way down to his collarbone. He pinched Michael’s nipple.

“You’re making me crazy.” Making it hard to think, but easy to lose himself in Tristan’s arms. All he wanted to do was feel.

“Good.” Tristan ground on Michael’s lap. “I want to be irresistible.”

“You are.” He grabbed Michael’s ass. “I’m not done with you. Up. I want to be inside you.”

“Even better.” Tristan scrambled off Michael’s thighs long enough to shuck his pants and boxers. He stood nude before Michael. “I’ve never told anyone I belong to them. You’re different.” He tugged Michael’s shirt up over his head, then knelt and worked on opening Michael’s jeans. “I want to belong to you.”

Michael propped himself up on his elbows. His cock stood tall. He’d never been so turned on. He shimmied out of his jeans and briefs, then reached for Tristan. “Come here.”

“Not yet.” Tristan retrieved a bottle of lube and dribbled the clear fluid over Michael’s cock. Fires lit in Tristan’s eyes as he massaged Michael’s dick. “I want this in me.”

Michael grunted. He pushed into Tristan’s fingers. “You’re dangerous.”

“I’m trying to show my man I love him.” Tristan whimpered. His touch seared Michael to the core. When he crawled onto Michael’s legs, he leaned forward and kissed him. “I want you more than my next breath.”

Michael swatted Tristan’s ass. “Then I want you on all fours so I can make us one.” He raked his nails down Tristan’s hip. “Do you want me balls deep in you?”

“Fuck yes.” Tristan shivered as he climbed off Michael. He perched on his hands and knees. When he looked back at Michael, he waggled his ass. “Take me.”

“You bet I will.” He dribbled lube over Tristan’s ass and slid his middle finger into him. Forget finesse. Raw need took over. He groaned as Tristan clamped down tight around him.

Tristan tensed. “God, yes.” He rocked onto Michael’s finger. “This won’t take long.”

“I know.” He wished it would, but the desire to be one with Tristan was too much. Tristan had him on a hair-trigger.

“Please?” Tristan backed into Michael. “Need you.”

“Yeah.” Michael withdrew his finger, then added more lube. He lined his dick up with Tristan’s hole. One push would do the trick. Just one and he’d find completion. Inch by inch, he slid into Tristan.Holy fuck.Joining Tristan was like coming home. Freeing, yet so tight. He filled Tristan to the hilt and paused. “Is this what you wanted? Me right here?”

“Yes,” Tristan said, drawing the words out. He shuddered. “Need you.”

Michael grasped Tristan’s hips. Power and desire rushed through him. He wanted Tristan more than anything. He moved in time with Tristan—when he pulled out, Tristan backed into him. When he pushed to the hilt, Tristan writhed on his dick. Michael swore he saw stars. He didn’t think. Instead, he just moved. He lost himself in the rhythm of being with Tristan. Skin on skin and soul to soul. His balls ached and his cock throbbed. He tensed.Holy shit.“Tristan.”

“Do it,” Tristan bit out.

So calm. Michael could barely think straight and Tristan sounded so…normal.

Another shudder wracked Tristan. “Please?”

He tried to answer, but his words disappeared. He slammed into Tristan and dug his nails into Tristan’s hips. His control snapped and he squeezed his eyes shut. He filled Tristan’s ass. From head to toe, he sighed. He added a couple more thrusts, then slumped over Tristan and opened his eyes. He panted.

“Christ. That felt good, but I need to come.” Tristan flexed his asshole. “Please?”

“Yeah.” He eased out of Tristan and plopped onto the bed. He stretched out to enjoy the view. “I want to watch.”

“Oh?” Tristan stood tall and his eyebrows rose. He palmed his dick with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. He stroked himself. His nipples were hard and sweat slicked his pecs. He blushed from hairline to chest. He clenched his teeth and his strokes increased.

Michael had never seen anything so pretty. “Come. Fall apart.”

Tristan inched toward the bed and his pace quickened. He met Michael’s gaze. “Can’t hold back.” He settled between Michael’s open thighs.

“So don’t.” Michael sat up and added his hands to Tristan’s. He watched Tristan. “Now.”

Tristan curled forward. Cum shot across Michael’s chest in a hot mess. Michael tipped his head back and basked in the warmth.

Tristan collapsed onto Michael’s thighs. He draped his arms around Michael’s neck. “I loved that.” He curled into Michael. “So much.”

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