Page 8 of Perfectly Wrong
“Yeah, you did.”
About an hour later, I’ve finally had my limit of socializing and alcohol. I say goodnight to Rocco, Tristan, and a few of his friends, then stumble inside. It’s nearly two in the morning.Inside his room, I pause for a moment, remembering our session against the wall hours earlier. I look out the window, watching Tristan laugh with his friends, then peel off my clothes and collapse on his bed.
“Mmm…”I shift in the bed, feeling slightly dizzy, but so good. My hands move down my body to the source of pleasure, and then I open my eyes, sitting up suddenly. “Shit.” I grab my forehead. “Tristan.”
“Shh.”
I shake my head. “We can’t do this.”
“I’m already doing it.”
I look down at the condom rolled on my dick. I guess I wasn’t dreaming about the blow job.
“Just let me do this.” Tristan smiles, stroking lube up and down my cock. “It’s a secret. When we wake up, it’s like it didn’t happen. You need it and I need it.”
I watch with hooded eyes, paralyzed to stop him, as he slowly slides down onto my cock. We both exhale, adjusting to the feeling. Fuck he’s tight.
He leans close to my face, smelling of fresh toothpaste and soap. “Now ruin me, Bishop.”
I search his eyes for a moment convincing myself it’s just this once. It’s already happening. I can trust him not to say a word, and two days from now he’s gone.
I grip his neck, pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him hard. As I suck his tongue, I bite on his bottom lip and then begin my assault on his ass.
With my free arm, I wrap it around his back and pound into him, bucking my hips so hard, Tristan’s eyes widen. He grips my arms, biting his lip to keep from screaming.
“You wanted to be ruined,” I whisper, biting his earlobe. “You wanted this cock.”
“Fuck yeah,” he whispers through gritted teeth. “I fucking love it.”
“Your hole is so tight, baby. You been fucked before?”
Tristan nods. “But not like this. Not by someone so fucking huge.”
I kiss him again, then push him off of me so he’s lying on his back. He watches me with wide eyes while I pour a steady stream of lube between his ass cheeks. I lift his leg by the ankle, pushing his ass up into the air, then slowly slide into him again. I grip both his legs, my arms under his thighs, getting him to where his knees are by his ears and just start pounding into him. I’m standing, hovering over him and kneeling enough to sink into him as far as I can go. He takes every inch, clawing my hands as he tries to hold on.
A minute later, he fists his cock, sliding his hand over it as he keeps his eyes locked on mine. He’s moaning too loud, so I reach forward and cover his hand with my mouth. His brow furrows and he bites into my palm as cum shoots out from his dick, splashing across his chest and face. I remove my hand from his mouth and rub his cum into his skin.
“I want you…” Tristan whispers, breathless. “Want…”
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
He fixes his eyes on me. “Come in my mouth. I want a taste.”
I grin, feeling my orgasm build with those words. I pull out of him, rip the condom off and stroke my dick. Tristan rises up on his elbows with his mouth open, just waiting.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” I throw my head back, grunting as my body shakes, shooting hot cum down Tristan’s throat. It drips downhis chin, and a little hits his forehead. He moves closer, flicking his tongue over the head of my cock, causing me to flinch.
I collapse on the bed next to him. A moment later, I feel his lips on mine in a soft kiss and open my eyes.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “This was the best fuck of my life.”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Was I good? Did you like fucking me?”
Breathing hard, I search his eyes, then brush his hair off his forehead. “It was fucking awesome. I needed you tonight.”
He smiles. “Then I’m happy.” He kisses me again. “Get some sleep. I’m going downstairs.”
