Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“You smell incredible,” Tristan finally said. Dylan stayed quiet, but lifted his eyes to meet Tristan’s. They held the gaze until the elevator doors opened. Tristan took his arm and drew him into the empty elevator before he could change his mind.
“I’m glad you decided to come, because I really do want to kiss you,” Tristan chuckled, releasing his arm. Tristan stepped to the back and he followed. Could he really do it? He turned his body toward Tristan and lifted his face. No words were spoken. Tristan understood his silence and took Dylan’s face between his palms and slowly leaned in for the softest, briefest of kisses. Dylan kept his eyes half open, allowing himself to just be in the moment. His breathing picked up as Tristan’s firm lips moved against his. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but Tristan stepped away before the doors opened to the lobby of the hotel.
“You ready, handsome?” Tristan asked, extending a hand, his eyes still focused on Dylan’s lips.
Dylan was lost in a haze. He hadn’t even known how long he’d stood there before Tristan spoke. He finally turned to the open doors, and with all the emotion rolling through him, he’d assumed every eye in the place would be on him, but no one looked their way.
“I’m parked right out front,” Tristan announced, walking stride for stride with Dylan. “The driver can bring you back when you’re ready to leave.”
“Is he on call all the time?” Dylan asked, going through the front doors. Tristan moved him toward the town car that sat to the right. This time the driver sat inside the car while Tristan got the door for Dylan.
“Pretty much. There are four of them on call twenty-four-seven. I don’t drink and drive, so I need rides,” Tristan responded, sliding in right next to Dylan. It took a second for him to slide across the backseat. He’d expected Tristan to round the trunk and enter from the other side.
Tristan rewarded him with a deep moan and a “not too far over.” He placed a hand on his arm, stopping him in the middle of the seat. “We’re headed to my place,” Tristan told the driver before closing the partition between the front and backseat. The glass wasn’t completely raised before Tristan placed an arm around his shoulders and descended on him. This wasn’t the sweet soft kiss from before. Tristan ate at his mouth, his teeth nipping and sliding across his lips, his tongue pressing and probing.
Dylan opened under Tristan’s insistence. How long had it been since he kissed anyone with passion? Longer than he could even remember. That thought made him insecure, but Tristan seemed immune to his inner turmoil. Finally he pushed the thoughts from his head and just let himself feel. He gave in to his desire and for the first time in his life, he allowed himself to be swept away by his true needs. Tristan increased the tempo he’d created, turning Dylan’s head to delve deeper. Tristan was a pro. Something straight out of a romance novel. Tristan caressed him the whole time, slowly removing his suit jacket and partially unbuttoning his shirt. Dylan concentrated on the kiss until Tristan’s palm touched his chest, now only covered in the thin white shirt he’d worn under his button-down. That sensation along with the unrelenting fantastic tongue had him wrenching free, his hand moving to hold Tristan’s there against his chest and nipple.
“Damn, you’re good at this,” Dylan whispered, his hips arched up automatically, seeking Tristan’s touch. They weren’t exactly lying across the seat, but Dylan was askew with Tristan almost on top of him.
“I haven’t even started,” Tristan replied. He latched a finger on to Dylan’s, keeping their hands together as he slid both of their palms lower. Tristan didn’t have to do anything more than graze Dylan’s dick through his slacks and his eyes rolled back into his head and his hips pitched forward as a deep moan escaped his lips.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be hot tonight,” Tristan growled and gripped him, palming him outside his slacks. Dylan pushed at Tristan’s hands.
“I’ll come,” he panted.
“Oh, I plan on it,” Tristan chuckled and gripped him a little tighter.
“No, right now. I’ll come right now.” Dylan panicked and shoved Tristan’s hand off him, scooting away. Not that there was a lot of room, they were already stretched across the backseat. He slid to the other side of the car. Tristan followed right behind him. Dylan extended a hand, pushing him back. “It’s been too long. Stay over there.”
That had Tristan giving him a little bit of a break. He didn’t back away. He moved in for another kiss, keeping the contact soft. “I’m so gonna enjoy this tonight.”
“And I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself,” he said between the small kisses.
“Not possible. We’ll take things slow, I promise,” Tristan whispered and caressed the side of his face. “We’re here.”
Dylan looked out the window. The car had come to a stop in front of an over-the-top mansion. His look of shock had Tristan smiling again. “Good. I’m glad you like it. You’ve kept me shocked and surprised all night long. Turnabout’s fair play. Come on, handsome.”
Tristan took the front steps up to the house. He held Dylan’s hand the entire way. Not for the intimacy of the act, but to keep him right there beside him. Dylan was definitely on the edge of flight mode. He shouldn’t have pushed him. He actually shouldn’t have gone up the elevator when Dylan took so long, but something about helping this guy discover himself seemed to turn his shit on like nothing else ever had before.
Tristan punched in the security code for the house. The locks were tied into the security system and the front door opened. “After you.”
Dylan entered first, looking around the room. Tristan turned on lamps as he walked through the house. When he reached the kitchen, he opened the back of the house and flipped the switch, letting the lights flood the back deck.