Hellsinger 01 - Fish and Ghosts (P) (MM) (26 page)

“I’m not sure I can….” He took a shuddering breath, hoping to calm his nerves. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Tristan, we were born knowing how to do this.” Wolf rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow to stare down into Tristan’s face. “Do what you know feels good for you, and I’ll show you what I like. We’ll learn about each other as we go. Just… relax, Tris. Relax.”

There was so much he wanted to tell Wolf. Of the times he’d tried to reach out to another gay man in the hopes of finding pleasure when in fact he’d been looking for solace. How he’d searched for something in a man’s face, anything warm and welcoming, but the smiles he got were sly and predatory. How he’d often left when he felt someone’s hands on him, searching through his clothes for a bit of skin or his ass.

With Wolf it was different. There was something between them, a spark he’d been afraid to blow on in case it became a fire he couldn’t control… an inferno that would consume him and leave nothing behind but the ashes of what he once was. Meeting Meegan… having Wolf by his side as he read through his uncle’s books… even the bounce of Jack’s ball against the familiar walls of his apartment was so… intimate. He ached with the thought of losing that warmth.

But his soul cried when he debated pushing Wolf away. It was a risk, letting the man into his heart.

And when was the last time he’d truly taken a risk? Tristan thought, staring up into Wolf’s smoky-blue gaze. Never. And if not now, when? And if not this man, would he ever find someone else who just got him like Wolf did?

“Now, Tris,” he murmured to himself. “Before you die alone and surrounded by books like Uncle Morty.”

“You okay?” Wolf cocked his head. “Babe, if you don’t want to—”

“Can I… explore? You, I mean?” Tristan felt his cheeks fire up, but he no longer cared. He needed to start someplace, and that place was definitely Wolf.

“Yeah.” Wolf’s husky voice softened to a whisper. “Please.”

When Wolf lay on his back and lifted his knees, Tristan lost his breath, a tightness moving into his chest at the sight of the man displayed before him.

They were so different. Wolf’s skin was rougher in places, certainly darker from being in the sun, but the paler area at his hips where his swim trunks covered still gleamed golden in the bedroom’s soft, low lights. Tristan’s fingers trembled when he pressed his hands onto Wolf’s chest and his lover’s nipples pearled immediately under his palms, scratching at his love lines. Smiling shyly, Tristan allowed himself to roam over the man’s torso, investigating every inch of skin before leaning over to touch his tongue to one of Wolf’s still-hard nipples.

He tasted of lemon, soap, and salt. He tasted
damned
good. Almost as good as the dab of Wolf’s seed Tristan caught on his tongue when they’d fooled around in the shower.

There were textures to Wolf’s body he’d not really known existed before. The last time he’d been against the man’s body, he’d been stripped bare of anything but nerves and want. Now, taking his time, he discovered planes and dips of Wolf’s he could take hours exploring.

The soft burr of hair on the man’s navel entranced him, and Tristan licked through the trail, circling the dip of Wolf’s belly, laughing when he made the man’s stomach muscles jump. He left him wet, pulling back to blow on the damp spots to watch Wolf’s skin prickle with goose bumps.

“You having fun down there?” Wolf reached for Tristan, threading his fingers into his hair. The touch felt good, especially when Wolf began to rub at the tense spots along his nape.

“Yeah,” he replied softly. He brushed his palm against the rosy head of Wolf’s cock, just enough of a touch to let the man know he was aware of it pressing up against his leg. “I’ll get to that soon.”

It was powerful to have the man trembling underneath him. His own cock was hard, painfully throbbing whenever it brushed the sheets or Wolf’s skin. He’d left a smear of his own seed along Wolf’s ribs, and he studied the silvery translucence, pondering its glisten.

“Try it, love.” Wolf stroked his neck, then moved his hand down to Tristan’s shoulders. Wolf’s eyes were blown out black with desire, and Tristan moved closer to the smear he’d left. “Let me see you taste yourself.”

He closed his eyes.

Licked.

And held himself and Wolf in the depths of his throat before he swallowed.

Opening his eyes, he found himself reflected back in Wolf’s dark gaze, and he smiled, emboldened by the encouragement he saw in his lover’s face.

Tristan reveled in the shivers he pulled out of Wolf. His mouth on the man’s inner thighs ground out tiny gasping mewls, and when he stroked his fingers over Wolf’s taint, his lover’s hands pulled and tugged at the fitted sheet, gripping the linens tightly enough to white his knuckles. He played at Wolf’s cock head, lapping at the slit welling up with come and ignoring the concerned mumbles coming from Wolf’s open mouth.

“Let me. I needed to taste you,” Tristan shushed the man’s faint objections. “You say you’re clean, and we both know you’re my… first. I want you in my mouth. Just a bit of you.”

Wolf bloomed there. On his tongue. In full glory and sweetness. And like bitters.

Wolf was there.

He swallowed, needing more. Needing something to wrap himself in, and in that moment, he knew that something was the man he savored in his mouth.

Tristan found the curve of Wolf’s cock with his lips. His lover’s sac weighed heavily on his palm when he took hold of it, the crinkle of hair along its velvety texture tickling his hand. The skin there smelled of man and a faint powdery sweetness, a secret fragrance Tristan drew in, hoping to engrave it somewhere in his memories. Wolf’s powerful thighs spread easily, his knees nearly touching the mattress, and his ass parted, welcoming Tristan’s explorations.

He’d never been this close to another man’s entrance. Hell, he’d barely brushed against his own. Even in the darkness when he touched his own body to bring himself off, Tristan blushed at the idea of sliding his fingers into himself. With Wolf, the thought of it was not just welcome but necessary.

Especially when he heard the man growling with need and felt him shifting against the mattress, anticipating Tristan’s touch.

A dollop of lube slickened Tristan’s fingers, and he pressed gently on the plum-ringed hole, letting the clench of his lover’s muscles resist him for a moment before sliding his fingertip in. Wolf arched, his ass tightening for a moment around Tristan’s invasion, and the sheets moved, wrapped tightly in Wolf’s fingers. Then the man forced himself down, hissing and moaning when Tristan drew back out.

“No, babe,” Wolf growled. “Keep going. God, you feel so… fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Tristan was unprepared for the man’s heat. It surrounded his fingers when he braved another finger against the tight ring. Sleek with oil, they slid in, fighting the instinctive push of Wolf’s body. Then, once past his clench, he easily breached Wolf’s defenses and the man’s legs trembled with the effort to stay still. He leaned forward and grasped Wolf’s cock by its base, licking at its head until it flushed a hot red with his want.

“Can’t hold off, Tris.” Heaving breaths shook Wolf’s chest, and Tristan suckled at the man’s dewy slit, playing with its sensitive skin as Wolf writhed with the pain-pleasure of his touch. “God, just fuck me. Please.”

There was something erotically charged about hearing the man beg, especially when Tristan twisted his fingers around, then spread them apart. The hissing from Wolf’s parted lips grew intense, and his own cock began to throb again, a painful reminder it was being left out of the fun.

Having given up the first foil packet he’d tried to open as lost, he reached for another, tearing it open with a twist of his hand and the edge of his canines. The condom slid out, landing on his thigh, and Tristan chuckled softly.

“You laughing at me over there, Pryce?” Wolf shifted, clenching his ass around Tristan’s fingers, trapping them in his heat.

“The condom plopped out. I thought it would have been funny if it’d actually landed on my dick.” He moved, sliding his fingers from Wolf’s tight ring. His lover moaned when he pulled free, and he stopped to kiss Wolf’s knee. “Stop making noises for a bit. You’re going to make me come before I even get near you.”

Wolf groaned louder, modulating his tones into a slow yodel. Tristan buried his face against the man’s belly, laughing as he bit around Wolf’s navel.

“Stop, your mom’s going to hear us.” He was having problems with the condom. It slid around his head and moved about too much when he tried to roll it down. Tucking his fingers around its thick latex rim, Tristan finally got it down, sheathing his cock. A coat of lubricant made his shaft glisten, and he frowned at the shine. “I think Meegan bought us stuff that glitters or something. My dick looks like a unicorn horn.”

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to turn into a virgin, and then there really will be unicorns in here. Get over here, Pryce.” Wolf leaned forward and grasped Tristan’s hips in his strong hands, pulling him up between his knees. “You are taking way too fucking long over there.”

“I’m new at this. You’re going to make me lose my place.” Tristan smeared the rest of the lubricant from his hand around Wolf’s entrance. Looking down into his lover’s eyes, he adjusted the man’s legs until they rested on his hips. “Tell me… talk me through this, Kincaid. Please.”

“You’re going to rock this, babe.” Wolf ran his hand down Tristan’s chest, tweaking one of his nipples. “You’ll be fine.”

Tristan nodded, took a deep breath, then pushed in, seating himself into Wolf’s hot, tight body.

And it was like winging up into heaven.

F
UCKING
HELL
, the man felt good. Tristan’s cock was wide enough to stretch him out to a slow burn and long enough to hit his center in the first thrust. Wolf’s belly tightened, readying for the pull out of his body, but the man inside of him seemed more intent on staying deep instead of hammering at him.

Tristan was… cute, Wolf decided. Supporting his weight on those long, graceful hands and slender legs, Tristan was bent slightly over him, his choppy blond hair falling about his impossibly high cheekbones and patrician nose. The look on the man’s face was studious in its seriousness, as if every move he made would be graded and judged. Too much of Tristan’s life was a careful placement of each foot… of every word… and Wolf loved that he could drive the man crazy enough to just… be.

It was what Tristan truly needed. Above everything else, he needed to let himself go and enjoy life.

And Wolf was so looking forward to showing him exactly how to do that.

He rocked his hips, mostly to jump-start the man poised against him. The movement was enough for Tristan’s primal urges to take over, and he followed, a look of sweet innocence still plastered on his face. A few strokes and his kaleidoscope eyes bled gold, narrowing with the pleasure he was finding in Wolf’s body.

They were lost in the start of their bodies moving. Tristan’s head bowed, and his hair brushed over Wolf’s belly, caressing his skin every time he pushed into another stroke. The man took his sweet time with Wolf’s pleasure, seemingly more entranced with the feel of Wolf’s ass around him than anything else. When Wolf’s hand came up to stroke his cock, Tristan’s eyes flew open, and Wolf found himself caught in the man’s heated-brandy stare.

“Let me.” Tristan’s hand closed over his own, and Wolf couldn’t help groaning when the man’s fingernails raked over his sensitive head. The blond stroked up over his slit, smearing the seed already pooling at his cock’s tip.

It was a delicate dance. Their bodies moved in small circles, Tristan’s cock piercing down into his core to slide over his nerves, and Wolf’s balls sang with glee with every glide. Most of his encounters were quick affairs, hot flashes of passion meant to shatter any control either man had left inside of him after a long foreplay, but Tristan obviously had other things in mind.

Especially when he seated himself firmly into Wolf’s ass and rocked his hips up against Wolf’s body, plunging far deeper than anyone else had ever been.

Tristan had a hell of a lot more to teach Wolf about sensuality than he’d ever imagined, and he couldn’t contain himself. Clutching at the base of his cock, Wolf tried to stop himself from coming, drawing Tristan’s hand away with a whispering pant.

“Damn, you are so….” Wolf couldn’t come up with a word to describe what he was seeing in the man’s angelic face and long body. “Don’t want this to end.”

“Me neither,” Tristan whispered back, hidden once again behind his hair. “Want to do this… with you… in you… you in me… forever. Please.”

Wolf lost track of time. With the lightning pouring itself into the sky, the night was punctured with sparks, filling the room with glowing bursts. The storm rolled over them, seemingly matching their moving bodies stroke for stroke, murmuring its thunder across the horizon before moving in closer when Wolf’s body finally gave into Tristan’s slow caress. Their skin rubbed and sweated until they slid easily against one another. He alternated between clutching at Tristan’s ass, kneading and fondling the man’s tight rear, then returning to skate his palm over his own shaft.

Tristan’s hands were busy, playing in Wolf’s hair or at his nipples, plucking them in time with his hips. Their mouths were a lazy glide of kisses, their lips often skimming over the other’s jaw or throat in a soft, affectionate slither. Just when he thought they would go on forever, Tristan’s shoulders began to shake, and his hips snapped forward in a hard rhythm, drawing Wolf even closer to his own climax.

Their slow buildup came crashing over them in an unexpected wash of furious passion. One moment Wolf was sitting on simmer, and the next his balls were tangled up into his hollow, bursting with the need to spill. Tristan’s thrusts turned erratic, his thighs smacking against Wolf’s legs. The wet between them pulled the soft sound of rain into the room, and Wolf’s gasps were nearly lost in a paint-shaking clap of thunder when a strike opened up above them.

The walls turned white from the storm’s light, and Wolf blinked, catching the edge of a corona forming around his lover’s body just as his cock jerked and let loose, splashing his hot release into the tight space between their sex-slicked torsos.