Full Release (25 page)

I wasn’t ready to stop. Wasn’t ready to move on to conversation or dinner or drinks or whatever we might do next. I wanted more sex. I willed time to move forward so we could begin again. Tripp seemed to be on the same track. “Do you have condoms?”

I nodded.

“Well don’t just sit there, go get them.”

Hurrying into the bedroom, I grabbed a couple condoms and some lube and then ran back to the living room. Tripp lay naked on my sofa. Still covered with a light sheen of sweat from our first go round, his skin glowed in the morning light. I slid onto the couch with him. He had four Chinese symbols tattooed on one bicep. I hadn’t noticed them before. I took a good look, then asked, “Is there a story behind this?”

“Yeah,” he said simply.

“You want to tell it to me?”

“Later. This is too nice.”

“I hardly know anything about you.”

“You know everything you need to know.”

I wondered if that was true. I made a quick inventory of the things I knew about him. He was the kind of guy who’d show up and save your ass when needed. I liked that about him. He’d been pretty torn up by having to betray his partner. As much as I didn’t like seeing him in pain, I liked that he felt something. It shouldn’t be easy to betray someone you care about -- even when it’s the right thing to do.

Tripp had done things for me that Jeremy would never have considered. Things my own family wouldn’t have done. No one had ever put themselves out for me the way he had, and no one had ever risked so much. He was right. When it came down to it, I knew everything I needed to know about him.

Still, I looked forward to learning all the unimportant details. I’d like to know when he realized he was gay, and how many boyfriends he’s had, and why he decided to be a cop and whether he gets along with his family. But all those things could wait.

He lifted up my chin and began to kiss me. The kiss was deep and searching. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. Suddenly, he flipped us over and I was beneath him.

Lifting my legs into the air, he began to tickle my pucker hole with his tongue. The sensation was remarkable, and I wiggled beneath him. When my asshole was wet enough, he leaned back and stuck a finger into it. Skillfully, he found my prostate, and I jumped a little. Gently, he rubbed it with a circular motion.

I reached down to the floor where I’d left the condoms. Grabbing one, I handed it to him. He ripped open the package and rolled the condom onto his cock. When he entered me, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It had been a long time for me. I tried to focus on relaxing, even though the first sensation was pain.

“Are you okay?” he asked. Obviously he’d been watching my face.

“I will be. Just go slow.”

While he moved in me, I let go. I opened myself up and trusted him to take care of me.

“Open your eyes,” he told me. “I want to see you.”

I looked up at him. His face was beautiful, his eyes following mine, watching my every reaction. He pumped a little faster now. I gasped, but more from pleasure. My cock was growing harder with each thrust. My breath speeding up. “Yeah, that’s it, I said.”

He grabbed an ankle in each hand, spreading me wide. I reached up to him, pulling him down for a kiss. My lips grazed his as I bounced away from him every time he drove into me.

Sitting back up, he let go of an ankle and took my dick in his hand. He matched the rhythm of his fucking me with the rhythm of his jacking me. Without warning, I felt my ass squeezing down on him and I began to come. Moments later, Tripp pulled out of me, yanked off the condom and came all over my stomach.

After catching his breath, Tripp stood up and walked around my living room naked. He’d been in my house several times, he’d even searched the place, but it seemed like he was looking at the place for the first time. He took in the demo-ed kitchen.

“I make cabinets. In my spare time.” He shrugged at me. “It’s relaxing. I also lay tile. Been known to do a little plumbing.”

“That’s a very nice offer, but...it sounds time consuming.”

“It is. Very. I’d have to spend most of my spare time here.”

“How would I pay you for that?” I asked.

Raising an eyebrow, he gave me a look that made clear what the cost would be. My dick began to stir. I couldn’t help but smile at him.

I knew I should think this through, make a list of pros and cons, consider all the possibilities. Instead, I said, “You can start on the kitchen whenever you’re ready.”

END

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