I kiss him so hard, it hurts my own lips. “Get in the fucking house.”
Tristan gropes me as we kiss falling inside the hallway that leads to the elevator. Four months of waiting is bubbling over. I push him down to his knees, pulling my dick out of my shorts. Someone could walk in, but it’s unlikely they would enter myprivate garage stall. Without hesitation, he sucks me into his mouth. I lean back against the wall with my eyes closed, fucking his mouth as he moans my name with his mouth full of cock. I pull my shirt over my head, then reach down and pull his off too. He gazes up at me with those fucking eyes of his, dragging his tongue on the underside of my dick.
“I need a shower,” I murmur.
Tristan shakes his head. “I like the taste of your sweat.” He pulls my shorts the rest of the way down, massaging my balls. “I couldn’t think of anything else but getting this beauty in my mouth.”
I finger his hair. “Just your mouth?”
“No, baby, not just my mouth. I have a surprise for you.”
“Tell me.”
“I’d rather show you.”
I reach over and push the elevator button, pulling us onto it when it opens. We kiss as I press Tristan against the wall, grabbing between his legs. He licks my sweaty neck, which only turns me on even more. When the door opens, we tumble out into the living room and make it to the couch, both of us tearing our remaining clothes off. Tristan resumes sucking my dick as I watch him through hooded eyes.
“I want your ass.”
He grins. “Is it in the same drawer?”
I nod. Tristan hurries down the hall to my bedroom returning with the lube. That’s when my eyes focus on his dick.
“The fuck is that?”
Tristan grins. “Prince Albert, baby.”
“Fuck. You were hot before but now you’re on fucking fire.”
“Yeah?” He kneels before me. “All I thought about was making you want me. I wanted to be irresistible to you. Did I succeed?”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Tristan.” I cup his face and kiss his mouth “So beautiful.”
“Thank you. It means everything to me to please you.”
“Give me your tongue, babe.”
Tristan opens his mouth to me and I pull him close, wrapping my arm around his neck as my hand slides down his hard body. I can feel him stroke my dick with the lube.
“Did you fuck anyone else?” he asks, against my mouth.
“No.” I lean back. “You?”
“No way. I told you before I left that I was yours. I meant it.”
“I told you the same.”
“And you meant it?”
“Yeah.”
He shoves the condoms on the floor. “Then fuck me bare. I want to feel you.”
I swallow hard. “You seemed to have learned a lot about how to turn me on while you’ve been away. Who taught you?”
“You taught me, Bishop. I spent all my time thinking of how to make sure you never want me to leave again. Everything I’ve done was for you.”
I cup his face, searching his eyes. “Spread your ass for me, baby.”
