He placed Tristan carefully on the end of the bed and stood back to consider him.
“You don’t usually do one-night stands, do you?” Mac asked.
Tristan shook his head. Although his relationships were always of short duration, that was never his intention when going into them. He wanted something lasting longer than a few weeks or months—he always had. It wasn’t his fault something always seemed to go wrong. Mac’s question caused a pang of discomfort in his chest. “Is that what this is?”
“I don’t really do relationships, at least not anymore.” Mac glanced toward the window overlooking the rather overgrown back garden. “If you’re yearning for something more than tonight, then perhaps we should reconsider.”
Tristan thought he’d had his fill of one-night stands in college. He was older and wiser now. He was too old to be screwing round with a different bloke every weekend. He’d been searching for the right man to start a proper relationship with for a while now. It seemed Mac wasn’t as interested in him as he’d hoped.
“Maybe I should leave,” Mac said quietly. He was already turning back toward the door.
“Wait,” Tristan called after him. Maybe he could convince Mac to stick around for longer than a single night. Sometimes it just took finding the right person before someone was ready to begin a relationship. If he let him go now, he’d never know if they could have had something more. Tristan reached for Mac’s hand and drew him down onto the bed. He was grateful for Mac’s honesty, and he had no intention of letting him go tonight, not without tasting those lips and feeling Mac’s body taking his own.
“Just one night,” he agreed, even as he secretly hoped for more.
Mac’s face lit up and he bared his perfect white teeth with a wide smile.
Tristan slowly removed his clothes, leaving his sticky briefs until last. Mac, still fully dressed, barely gave him time to remove them before he descended on his cock, licking at the already drying semen.
Tristan sank back onto the mattress as Mac worked magic with his tongue. “Oh, God, right there,” he cried.
Mac gave him a mock scowl. “Leave him out of this,” he said with a snort before dipping his head down again and taking Tristan’s length in his mouth.
Tristan eased himself up onto his elbows so he could see his erection disappearing between Mac’s increasingly swollen lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he had become aroused again so quickly after coming.
Mac met his gaze as he continued to suck him with an almost agonizing slowness. Oh God, he couldn’t watch any longer. He had to close his eyes or he’d come again right now. Dropping his head back onto the pillow, Tristan lay panting on the bed.
If his voice hadn’t momentarily deserted him, Tristan would have begged for more. Instead, he had to find another way to make his needs known. He reached down between his legs and grasped Mac’s hand, guiding it where he so desperately wanted to feel his touch.
Mac caught his meaning immediately and Tristan felt a finger pressing just the tiniest way into his hole. He pushed down against it and groaned as the digit slipped inside.
“Fuck me!” Tristan begged. “Need you in me. Please, Mac!”
The warmth of Mac’s mouth disappeared from his dick and he pulled out the finger he had been probing him with. Mac stripped off his clothes and tossed them to the floor. Then he stood before Tristan so he could take a good, long look at him.
The body before him was perfectly sculpted, and the muscles rippled with every movement Mac made. Had he been cast in stone he would not have been out of place amongst the Greek statues portraying the Olympians—the only difference being this man was very much alive. Tristan had already had a taste of the strength Mac was capable of and he wanted more. Mac’s long blond hair stretched down his back, while the fringe fell into his eyes. He peeked at Tristan almost shyly from beneath his eyelashes. Blond hair also matted his broad chest and a treasure trail led down to the large uncut cock jutting out toward him.
Damn, he wanted Mac to take him right now. Tristan pointed toward the bedside table. “Top drawer,” he said. Mac smiled, reached in and pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He rolled the sheath on and quickly slicked himself up as Tristan shifted farther up the bed and reached behind him to grasp hold of the iron railings of the headboard.
Mac crawled back down the mattress and settled himself between Tristan’s legs. Tristan let him nudge his knees farther apart and spread himself wide.
Tristan drew in a sharp breath at the heat in Mac’s eyes as he licked his lips, dove between Tristan’s legs then swiped his tongue around his balls.
“Would you…?” Tristan couldn’t find the words to finish his sentence. It didn’t matter. Mac knew what he wanted, and with a gentle pat on Tristan’s hip he coaxed him onto his stomach.
On his hands and knees a moment later, Tristan raised his arse to give Mac the access he needed. Warm breath teased his buttocks before gentle fingers pushed them apart and Mac teasingly licked his most intimate entrance. Tristan gave an involuntary squeak when Mac pushed his tongue inside. He’d only ever been rimmed a couple of times. None of the men he’d been with had been particularly enthusiastic about that kind of foreplay. Mac, on the other hand, not only eagerly rimmed him but he sure as hell knew what he was doing.
Tristan moaned low in his throat as he pushed back against the intrusion. “Mac, please,” he begged.
Mac seemed to know he was nearing his peak again and pulled back just long enough for Tristan to roll over onto his back once more.
“Now,” Tristan whispered, prompting Mac to slide his dick home with one powerful thrust.
“Fuck!” Tristan screamed as he raised his hips from the mattress, straining to take all Mac had to give.
“My pleasure,” Mac replied as he pulled out slightly before slamming back in again.
“Oh God,” Tristan cried out. He clung to the railings of the headboard until Mac changed position again, leaning over him, and Tristan reached out to grasp Mac’s biceps instead.
Mac had the most amazing stamina. Tristan had no doubt if he had been topping he’d have come already, but Mac was still pounding into him, over and over, without even breaking a sweat.
Tristan wanted to see him lose control. He wanted to hear him scream as he came. He clenched his buttocks around the thick cock in his arse and reveled in Mac’s shiver, the first sign of his lover starting to lose his composure. “Gonna make you scream,” Tristan told him. “Scream so loud they’ll hear you a mile away.”
Mac laughed as he pulled nearly all the way out before ramming his way home once more. “I never lose control like that.”
Tristan considered perhaps it was about time he did. While he might not have Mac’s seemingly endless stamina, he wasn’t exactly unfit. He hoped he could continue going long enough to keep up with Mac and push him over the brink.
He reached down and grabbed his penis at the base, applying enough pressure to stop himself from coming again. He wouldn’t let himself come before Mac did. He wrapped his legs around Mac and pulled him close. “Scream for me,” Tristan shouted between thrusts.
Tristan’s legs began to slip and he realized Mac was starting to sweat along with him. “Oh fuck, Mac!”
“Tris-tan,” Mac responded, his voice breaking slightly.
“Yes!” Tristan cried. “God yes!”
Mac stiffened in his arms and Tristan watched the other man throw his head back as he came with a harsh cry.
Tristan was right there with him, and being lost in his own powerful climax was the only explanation he could give for what he saw the second Mac’s orgasm swept over him.
* * * *
Tristan ran his hands down Mac’s spine as they lay together on top of the rumpled duvet. He could feel nothing there except the skin and bones he would feel when stroking any other man in such a manner.
There were no feathered wings protruding from Mac’s back, wide and all-encompassing as he hovered over him in
the darkened room.
It was Halloween night, and his imagination had run a little wild. That’s all it had been, hadn’t it?
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About the Author
Belinda is an award-winning, top-selling author of erotic romance, speculative fiction and LGBTQ romance. She lives in far Northern California with her family, a pack of Siberian Huskies and a rogue Saluki.
A graduate of CSU Chico, she managed to attend the notorious party school without once getting drunk, arrested or appearing in a ‘Girls Gone Wild’ video. Her main focus of study was classical and archival history, cultural anthropology and theatre arts.
After several years in the workforce. Belinda purchased a laptop computer and from there, knew that her childhood dream of being an author would come to life.
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