Jacks, Marcy - The Hunter's Omega Mate [DeWitt's Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (4 page)

They spent a lot of their day in there. Tristan had never had so much fun in his life.

“I might just have to come back here,” Isaac said, looking over at  Tristan with the softest expression anyone had ever looked at him  with after they played their last round of  table hockey.

He’d forgotten that Isaac wasn’t going to be sticking around here  after he and his friends packed up and left, but just the way he looked  at him and spoke about coming back made Tristan blush all the way  down to his toes.

It kind of made Tristan wish he’d come into town more often. Had

he known he could come here, go shopping, have fun, all with a guy  beside him, who, if anyone bothered to look, it was obvious he was  flirting with, Tristan might have had a more active love life.

Maybe he would’ve met Isaac sooner, if the man came here

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during the summer months, that is, and they could’ve hooked up long

before this.

Because Tristan didn’t know where he was going to be in the next couple of days, he smiled shyly at Isaac instead of giving him a

response one way or the other.

Truth be told, he liked Isaac and definitely wanted to see more of

him around.

“You’re very good with flattery,” Tristan said, “but that’s not  going to help you win this next round.”

Tristan won their last game, but he got the  feeling it was because  Isaac had let him, what with the way the other man continued to look  at him.  When they finally decided to take their beers and books to the  motel, the kid behind the counter didn’t even blink at them when they  paid for a room together.

Isaac had, with a dark blush of scarlet, requested two beds, but the  nervous looks he kept sending to Tristan let him know that those beds  were probably going to get pushed together before the night was out.

It was only six in the evening, and though the shadows of the  setting sun were becoming long, the sky was still a perfectly clear  blue, and the air was still warm.

That didn’t stop Isaac from pushing him against the wall and kissing him the second the door was shut and Tristan had dropped his bag.

His lips were soft, was the first thing Tristan realized, right before  Isaac grabbed him by the hips and pushed their groins together, and then Tristan lost all train of thought except for one.

This was happening.

He didn’t mind one bit.

Clearly Isaac was used to being the one in control when it came to sex, because Tristan could do little else but hold on for the ride as he

was kissed into submission, his mouth opening in a moan that Isaac  took full advantage of when he slipped his wet tongue between  Tristan’s lips.

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Christ, his cock was pulsing now. He hadn’t realized how much

he needed this.

If only they didn’t have to go their separate ways in the morning.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Isaac rasped, his fingers playing around with his belt and fly. He kicked off his steel toes, which made him lose a little height, but he was still taller than Tristan was by about an inch.

Right. Naked time.

Though Isaac already seemed to be working on it, Tristan helped him along by getting his fingers under the elastic of his shorts and pulling them off. Isaac worked on his buttons and hastily pushed it off his shoulders.

He let Isaac grab him by his arms and pull him down on one of the small double beds. Tristan got to his hands and knees and looked over his shoulder as Isaac spat into his hand and lubed his cock.

No foreplay needed here. They were both horny as hell, it seemed.  Isaac more so than Tristan if his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

Considering he’d been smelling Isaac’s lust since they had their breakfast in the diner more than six hours ago, Tristan couldn’t blame

him.

He panicked a little at the firm pressure against his hole.

“Wait.” He looked over his shoulder.

Isaac was looking back at him with that panicked, deer-in-the-headlights look that usually came when someone stopped sex.  “What?”

Not his cock. Those were Isaac’s fingers. Tristan breathed a sigh as he realized Isaac was not so far gone that he would leave out the preparation part.

“Nothing, sorry, never mind. Keep going.”

Isaac didn’t need to be told twice.

Tristan inhaled a deep breath and pushed out as Isaac’s fingers pushed in. The burn was there, but not unbearable, despite the lack of lube.

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“This all right?” Isaac asked.

“Yeah. Do another.”

Isaac complied and pushed another finger inside him, stretching his hole until this time, the burn damn near was unbearable.

“Relax, sweetheart, you’re too tense.”

No one had ever called him that before. Even though the pet name wasn’t said with any kind of seriousness to it, Tristan was able to do as he was told and force his muscles to go lax. Only then did the burn

ease up a little.

Strange. It wasn’t like it was any kind of advice Tristan didn’t  already know about, but the gentle reminder was more than helpful.

Isaac kept on pushing his fingers inside until his knuckles brushed  against Tristan’s ass, and that’s when he realized Isaac had put them  in as far as they could go, and he was still all right.

Then that feeling of those fingers moving inside him, wiggling  around came upon him, followed by—

Tristan moaned out loud. He’d had his elbows locked straight, but  they gave out on him, and he went face down into the pillow as the  mind-bending pleasure came over him.

His hand scrambled down, desperately searching for his cock  before he finally found it and held on for dear life, keeping himself  from coming, prolonging his torture, and the rest of the night.

Isaac said something that sounded like “There it is” right before  he slowly removed his fingers from Tristan’s body.

The next thing to press against Tristan’s hold  was blunt—Isaac’s  stiff cock—and Isaac pushed in with all the gentle care as he’d used  with his fingers.

When Tristan felt the coarse hairs from Isaac’s balls touch his ass,

Isaac stopped, waited for what seemed like a solid thirty seconds , and then began  thrusting his hips.

Tristan clenched his jaw as that spot inside him was found again.  His favorite place. Isaac played with it like it was his favorite place as well.

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It was slow at first, but then the punching of their bodies became faster and faster as Tristan began pushing back against Isaac’s prick.

Tristan was talking and moaning at the same time and had no idea what he was saying, had no idea what Isaac was saying either. The whole time he kept a firm grip on the base of his cock, keeping himself from coming.

“Ah, I love fucking you.”

Tristan understood that part.

Isaac’s hands rotated their grip from his shoulders to his neck to his ribs, and in an effort to draw out his own pleasure, whenever orgasm came too close, Isaac stopped, then continued on at a near painfully slow pace before his speed picked up again.

Then he stopped, went slow but hard some more, and finally resumed his quick-as-lightning thrusts.

The next time he slowed down, Tristan snapped at him. “If you do that one more time I swear I will kill you!”

Isaac had the gall to laugh at him. “Christ, you’re eager, considering the way you’re holding onto your dick.”

Oh. Right.

Tristan let go of himself and gripped the headboard of the bed.  “You fuck me and get me off, now,” he commanded.

Tristan would have never thought he had it in him to be so commanding. It wasn’t in his nature.

When he looked over his shoulder, Isaac mock saluted him.

“You’re the captain.”

“You’re damn right I am.”

He nearly didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence as Isaac did  as he was commanded and thrust inside him, the push and pull  commencing. It took only a second before that frantic-paced, highspeed humping that signalled orgasm was near started up again.

By now Tristan was so horny, his balls so aching and heavy, that  he was right behind him.

Then his balls went tight as the pleasure of his release damn near

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blinded him, his cock spurting fluid like it had just learned how to.

Tristan put a hand over his mouth, stifling his pleasured scream.

Isaac was not so much into consideration for their neighbors, if  they even had any, as he kept the pace of his hips, milking out his  orgasm. The loud, shaky moans escaping his throat were somehow  magnified by the small space of the motel room they were in.

When Isaac finally  managed to stop his hips, he collapsed on top  of Tristan’s back, and Tristan enjoyed the feel of his warm breath  against his neck.

“That was great,” Isaac moaned.

Tristan was the sort of guy who tended to clock out after orgasm,  so the most he could come up with by way of reply was a satisfied  “Mmhmm” right before he went to sleep.

He was only out for a couple of hours, but by then, the sun was  nearly down. The streams of light that came in through the closed  blinds of the motel room were weak at best, and  half of the thin

blanket on the bed beneath him had been folded over to cover his

naked body.

Isaac was gone.

Tristan rolled onto his back and sighed. Before he could start  telling himself that it was probably for the best, the door opened and  Isaac walked into the room.

The unexpected arrival was so…well, unexpected that Tristan shot up into a sitting position.

Isaac had a cell in his hand. Probably some prepaid thing he’d picked up while he’d been out. He flipped it shut quickly and shut the door behind him. There was a plastic bag from one of the shops in his

hand.

The smile on Isaac’s face was genuinely pleased. “You’re awake.”

“Yeah,” Tristan said stupidly. “I didn’t think you would be here when I woke up.”

Isaac stopped as he was putting the bag onto the small table that made up the dining room of their accommodations. He suddenly

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looked unsure of himself. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No! I mean, not at all. I just didn’t expect you to come back. I

mean, your friends and all.”

Isaac waved it off. “I called them to let them know I’d be late.

We’ve got lots of time.”

His grin was wolfish, and Tristan shivered.

“Hey, look what I brought,” Isaac shoved his hand into the bag and produced a small box.

Not dinner. Ice cream. It was a box of ice cream drumsticks.

Tristan was sure he just came again. “Now, how did you know those were my favorite?”

“Your favorite? These are
 
my
 
favorite,” Isaac began the process of tearing open the top of the box and pulling out one of the wrapped ice cream cones. He wiggled it between his fingers. “Seeing as I bought the box, I’ll expect payment if you want one as well.”

“I’ll bet I can think of a couple of things,” Tristan said, sliding out of bed and walking up to Isaac, his eyes glued to the treat. “After we eat them.”

Isaac pulled his hand away as Tristan reached out to take the ice cream. “I always take my payments in advance.”

Tristan mock glared. “Do you?”

Isaac looked like someone who was holding all the cards and was excited as hell about it. “One of the better teachings from my  dad.  Payment first, and then you get dessert.”

This was a no brainer if Tristan wanted that ice cream before it

melted. He dropped to his knee and got to work on Isaac’s belt,  freeing his cock and immediately placing his lips around the head. It  swelled under the attention, and Tristan dove down and began licking  and sucking as though Isaac’s dick were the ice cream he was after.

“Jesus.” Tristan felt the tremor pass through Isaac’s body. “Was  just going to ask for a kiss, but all right.”

Tristan fought not to laugh, but it took him a second to get himself  under control. When he did, he got to work, tightening his cheeks and

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bobbing his head.

Isaac put his free hand on Tristan’s shoulder for balance, and,  gasping slightly, began to gently thrust his hips, fucking Tristan’s  mouth.

“Could get used to seeing you down there like that,” Isaac said  between gasps.