Bankers' Hours(48)

My mind swirled as the room tilted. He made me dizzy. I was aware of his  hands moving south, and I heard the zipper of my jeans, but Tristan was  nibbling my ear as he did those things. His tongue in my ear made me  shiver. When he reached into my pants and pulled out my cock, I felt  like a heaving mass of goo leaning on the wall. I let my head fall back  as he dropped to his knees and blew me.

I managed to remain standing, but after he finished swallowing my jizz I  seriously felt like slipping bonelessly to the floor. "I can't believe  you just did that."                       
       
           



       

He looked up at me with a wicked grin as he tucked my softening penis  back inside my jeans. He zipped them up and stood. "I didn't intend to.  You bring it out of me." He winked.

I glared, but there was no anger behind it. "I need a shower now."

"I could take one with you." Coy smile, caressing fingers. Tristan could probably coax me into doing anything.

I shook off the trance and stepped away. "No. I'm right in the middle of  this. I really want to get more done in this room before I stop." I  turned around in the middle of the room and gestured to all the piles of  stuff around us. "What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you had  lots of work to do."

He shrugged. "I do, but it was interrupted by an earwig infestation."

A chill ran through me. "Earwigs?"

"Yeah. Remember Will called me earlier when I was at your house?"

"Yes."

"He moved a box of old spark plugs and found a nest of earwigs. He was  freaking out, so I went back to the shop. When I got there, Jeff had  found more behind the trash can, and Wes about ran out the door when he  opened the desk and found more in there. I don't know where they came  from, but I had to call an exterminator."

"Eww." I made a sound and shuddered. "I think I really need that shower now. You just made my skin crawl."

"Mine too, actually. I've never seen so many bugs in one place. It was nasty."

I left the room and headed down the steps. I was itching my skin as if  the bugs were crawling on me, which they weren't. Tristan followed close  behind me. I pointed to the breakfast bar as I reached inside the back  of my shirt to scratch. "A package came for you."

"Oooh, wonderful," he said, picking up the box. He opened the top and grinned at me.

I frowned. "Why do I get the feeling I don't want to know what's in that  box?" I lathered up my hands at the sink so I could get rid of the  smell of carpet cleaner.

He laughed. "Oh, but you will. Let's go take that shower, and I'll show you what I bought."

I dried my hands and scowled. "Really?"

Tristan smiled and waved me to follow him. "Come on, baby, indulge me."  He winked, and I knew he'd seen right through my mock irritation. In  fact, less and less irritated me. Being around him had worn down my will  to fuss. Heck, I'd even washed my hands at the kitchen sink! I tossed  the towel on the counter and ventured into the bedroom to find out what  Tristan had ordered that was so mysterious.

I never thought showering together would be as unsatisfying as it was,  but we really did only wash. Of course, I was harder than I'd ever been,  because having Tristan's hands on me was extremely stimulating even if  he merely soaped me up. Apparently his little surprise in the box was  worth waiting for, and he hurriedly rinsed me off and ushered me to the  bed.

Once we were lying naked, still covered in water droplets and side by  side on his bed, Tristan revealed the contents of his package: a dildo.

"You've got to be kidding me." He was very pleased with himself, but I was not so thrilled.

"Oh, come on, this'll be fun."

I shook my head emphatically.

He lost his smile and gave me a serious look. "Grant, think about it.  Look at the size of this dildo, and then look at me." He held the dildo  up and then held his baby seal club at its base and tilted it away from  his stomach. There was no comparison. The little toy he bought was tiny.

"Why didn't you get something bigger? Your cock is huge compared to that."

He tilted his head. "Grant, it's meant to help you adjust. First we try  this, and then we try me. I'm not going to press inside you until you're  loosened up. It'll hurt."

I took the dildo and looked it over. It really wasn't that small. As I  held it, I realized it was about my size. Probably six inches, so a tad  longer than me, and a little wider. I shifted my eyes over to Tristan's  massive rod. I got it. There was no way he could push that huge thing  into me without ripping my asshole to bloody shreds. He was being  considerate. I gave it back and said, "Okay. We can do that."

He placed it on the bed and kissed me. He caressed my face and fingered  through my hair. "You'll thank me. I promise. All you need to do is  relax. I'll take care of you."

I knew he would, but there was a part of me inside that was  disappointed. I didn't want silicone, I wanted flesh-his flesh-and I  wanted my first time to mean something to the both of us. I licked my  lips and took a deep breath as I spread my legs. "Do it," I said,  closing my eyes.                       
       
           



       

Tristan took a bottle of lube and coated his fingers. He lay next to me,  up against my side, and kissed my cheek as he slid his fingers down my  crack. I felt them touching my hole, but I couldn't react. Tristan  whispered, "I know this isn't what you want."

How did he know? How could he tell? I opened my eyes and gazed into his.  He slipped one finger inside, and I flinched, but I kept my gaze  locked. He kissed me some more as he slipped two fingers inside. It  stung, but I fixed my mind on the feel of his tongue slipping and  sliding around mine. I loved his kisses. I needed them. I bent my knee  and pulled it back with one hand. Tristan used more lube and crammed  three fingers in. It hurt, and I closed my eyes. The dildo felt about  the same. It forced me open, but I told myself to relax, to let it  happen, to enjoy it. This was for the best. I needed this.

I tilted my face away from Tristan's because I didn't want him to see my  disappointment, my sadness, or my pain from the feeling I was being  used. I knew Tristan didn't see it the same way, but I did. This wasn't  what I wanted. Tristan pushed it in and pulled it out a few times but  then withdrew the silicone penis entirely.

"You win."

I snapped my head back to face him. "What?"

He climbed between my legs and settled his weight on me. "You win," he  reiterated. He kissed me on the mouth, and this time I gave in fully to  my senses. When he had been fucking me with that thing, I couldn't let  myself feel it. I didn't want to think about the sensations I felt, most  of which had hurt. But now that he had tossed it aside, I gave myself  over to everything I felt mounting on the inside. Tristan. I wanted  Tristan.

I curled one leg around his hip and ran my foot up and down his body,  ass, and leg. I moaned as he kissed my neck and reached between us to  play with my balls. "Tristan," I begged. "I want you."

"Okay, baby. I know you do." He leaned back and grabbed the condom off  the nightstand. After unrolling it down his cock, he repositioned  himself. "Hold your legs back. This isn't going to be easy, Grant.  You're not ready."

"I don't care," I said, feeling all my emotions flooding to the surface.  I truly didn't. I wanted to feel him inside me, no matter the cost or  pain.

"Okay," he said reluctantly, pressing the tip of his cockhead at my  entrance. He paused and locked eyes with me. "Just breathe. Remember to  breathe." He pressed harder, and suddenly the sting I had felt from the  dildo resembled a tiny pinch compared to what went screaming through my  body.

"Ahhh!" I cried.

"It's not in yet, baby. Do you want me to stop?"

"No. No," I panted. "Keep going."

He did, and the amount of pain radiating from my ass exceeded anything  I'd ever experienced before. Tristan wasn't joking-he was hurting me.

He came back down over me, positioning my legs on his shoulders. I could  barely take a breath. It was like every cell of my body was frozen,  waiting for the pain to subside, but it wasn't. It was hot as the sun,  splitting me in half like a blowtorch slicing through butter. I  whimpered, sucking in a sudden breath as Tristan pushed in just a little  bit more. Then, almost like he knew what I needed, Tristan gently took  ahold of my chin and turned my face to his.

He kissed me gently and then whispered, "Relax. Everything will be  okay." He rubbed his nose over mine as he slid in the opposite  direction, pulling out a fraction before pushing back in.