longer, won’t we?”
“So we will.”
The two exchanged grins, the room completely silent
except for the jingle of Tristan’s belt, the creak of leather, and the zip of his fly.
Oh, fuck you both, you relentless teases.
“Well.” The john sat back, hands folded in his lap. His
eyes darted towards his wallet, then back to Tristan’s eyes. “I like what I’m getting for my money so far. Please. Carry on.”
“Oh. We will.” Tristan slid off his trousers, and the john’s cool and flawless exterior faltered briefly as his gaze shifted to Tristan’s newly exposed, very erect, and very large cock. He pulled in a breath, and Tristan’s triumphant grin aroused Jared nearly as much as anything else he’d seen, touched, felt so far.
Clothes in one hand, Tristan stroked himself with the
other. Jared’s mouth watered. The john squirmed.
“Think it’ll be worth the price to see me put this to use?”
Tristan asked.
The john gulped. So did Jared. Oh, yes, he was getting
fucked tonight.
Tristan draped his clothes over another chair, and then
came back to the bed where Jared waited. He was on top
again, hips pressed to Jared’s just like before, except they were naked now. Smooth, hot flesh against smooth, hot flesh. Hard cock against hard cock. His kiss was hungrier, more aggressive, or maybe that was just his response to Jared’s hungrier, more aggressive kiss. Jared grasped Tristan’s hair and kissed Tristan even harder as he pressed their cocks together.
More paper rustling. Christ, that didn’t take long.
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“Suck his cock.” The john’s voice was sharp and
commanding, but had a breathless, unsteady undercurrent.
His hand hit the table again, and Tristan looked, probably checking to make sure money had actually materialised.
“Which one?” Tristan asked. “I mean, who’s sucking
who?”
Rolex tapped his fingers on top of the cash. “I . . . um . . .”
He swallowed. “Both. At the same time.”
Holy shit. I’m supposed to concentrate on sucking Tristan’s cock while he’s sucking mine?
“Break out another two hundred.” Tristan climbed off
Jared and started to turn around as if he knew damn well the additional money was a foregone conclusion.
Which it was. The notes came out of the wallet and they
probably landed on the table alongside the others, but right about then, Tristan was on top of Jared again, facing the other way, and Jared had his mouth and Tristan’s where he’d wanted them both for a long, long time. The salt of Tristan’s skin brought a groan from the back of Jared’s throat. He could barely accommodate Tristan’s cock, which turned him on even more.
I want every inch of this in me, he thought as he took as much as he could into his mouth. I can’t fucking wait.
He wrapped an arm around Tristan’s thigh just to anchor
him, and stroked him with the other as he teased the head
of Tristan’s cock with the tip of his tongue. And Tristan?
Dear Lord, the man knew what he was doing. Teasing, deep—
throating, teasing again. Just enough hand, just enough
mouth, and squeezing just right to make Jared groan as he tried—really fucking tried—to concentrate on pleasing Tristan too.
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“Fuck, you two are hot together.” The words burst out
of the john so quickly they were almost a single syllable. A momentary lapse in control.
Jared wanted to look, to see the two of them in the
mirror, all tangled up in mutual cocksucking ecstasy, but
he couldn’t see the mirror because of Tristan’s leg beside his head. There . . . were worse predicaments to be in. He couldn’t complain. And even though he’d lost track of the price, he was pretty sure Tristan would get them both rent money and probably next month’s too.
He focused on Tristan’s cock, and while he wanted to do
more, he still needed to entertain the man with the money, and he had to remember that the visuals counted. So he traced it with his tongue on the outside, rubbed his face against it, ran it across his lips.
“You.” The john’s voice bordered on terse, but not out
of malice or hostility. More like he was struggling to form words at al , and had to resort to short, sharp syllables to communicate. “On the bottom. Get on top. Keep sucking.”
Obligingly (for once), Tristan rolled over onto his back
and rotated to face the other way, while Jared got on top and went down on Tristan, which put him into a very similar position to Tristan earlier—arse bared, pointing right at the john, only he was now completely naked. Totally exposed. He tried not to think about it, instead kept sucking and stroking, focused solely on the only cock in the room he really wanted.
Something clicked, like the cap opening on a tube of lube.
“Going to put anything in his arse,” Tristan said, stroking Jared’s hair as Jared sucked his cock, “it’ll cost you.”
“Of course.” Rolex sounded less amused now. Not angry,
just taut with the same kind of impatience that had Jared
trembling and half out of his mind.
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