Forsaking Truth by Lydia Michaels

mouth, but that was fine. It

felt incredible. His balls lifted and Luke pressed an open mouth kiss to the

crease of his thigh. Tristan’s knees drew up, opening hims elf to that exploring mouth.
    “I love your scent

here. It’s you, but a thousand times stronger.”
    “Keep talking like

that and you’re gonna make me come.”
    Luke’s hand tightened

on the base of his cock. “Not yet.”
    His body shivered at

the commanding tone. That amazing mouth traveled up

his shaft, over his balls, and across his hips. It was the longest foreplay

he’d ever tolerated. He wanted it to end and wanted it to last forever. His

body was so turned on, his mind beyond seduced, he’d never felt such pleasure and they hadn’t even done anything yet.
    “What about here?”

Luke asked quietly, his finger grazing the throbbing knot of Tristan’s ass.
    “There’s good too…” he

could barely talk.
    Luke’s body slid off

the futon and onto the floor. Tristan spread his legs as they were given a little nudge. His balls lifted and cool hair teased

his thighs as Luke’s head lowered.
    The press of his

finger was subtle, hesitant. Tristan patiently waited for him to go on.
    “Roll to your

stomach.”
    Easing up, Tristan

turned, positionin g himself on his stomach at the

edge of the mattress. Luke gripped his hips and slowly pulled him back until

his knees were also on the hard floor. His palm flattened on his back and rode

up his spine until his chest was pressed into the mattress.
    Large ha nds smoothed over his ass. Two thumbs parted his cheeks and

then that wicked tongue traced from the back of his balls all the way to his

hole. Tristan grunted and moaned.
    “This okay?”
    Jesus. There had never

been anything better. How was this man so gifted when

he’d never had a gay experience before meeting Tristan? He wondered if it was

an innate part of Luke, something that had been repressed for far too long.

“Everything you’re doing feels incredible.”
    Sharp teeth nipped his

cheek as strong hands spread them, pulling his skin

tight, opening him more. Tristan rocked his hips into the low frame of the bed

as Luke slowly kissed those tender muscles.
    He heard the slurp and

pop of Luke’s mouth and then there was a wet finger pressing into him. “Is this

okay?”
    “That’s fine,” he

rasped, breathless.
    Luke pressed deeper.

It was slow and euphoric. Monumental. He didn’t stop until his knuckle budded

up against his rectum. Tristan’s eyes closed. He could feel them rolling back

in his head.
    “You like that?”
    “I love it.”
    “What does it feel

like?” Luke slowly withdrew and pushed back in.
    “Good. Deep. Full.

Fucking amazing.”
    “When you…have sex,

are you usually on the top or bottom?”
    “Top.”
    His motions stilled,

as he seemed to process this. “All the time?”
    “I’ve bottomed , but I usually like to feel in control.”
    “I want control,” Luke

whispered and pressed his finger deep.
    He couldn’t fucking

concentrate with his finger up his ass. He was about to blow all over the

fucking mattress. “We’ll figure it out later.” His voice sounded guttural to his own ears.
    Luke grunted. “Yeah we

will. I plan on having you begging for my dick inside that sweet ass.”
    Holy fucking shit.

Tristan’s brain short-circuited. He cursed, reached under his body and squeezed

his cock hard so he didn’t co me. Luke noticed and

chuckled.
    “That turn you on?

Thinking about my cock drilling into your tight ass?”
    “Fuck, Luke, you’re

killing me.”
    “The first time I make

you come, you’re gonna blow so hard you’ll never forget it.”
    His finger yanked out

of his ass and his tongue was suddenly there,

impaling his soft flesh. Tristan’s hand was jerked away and replaced with

Luke’s. Strong fingers tightened on his cock and tugged hard. Three strokes and

he was shooting like a fucking teenager, all over the bed.
    His body twitched and