Forsaking Truth by Lydia Michaels

tapered hip that fascinated the hell

out of him and teased the soft divot just before his fingers met the curve of

the most impeccable abs he’d ever set eyes on. “Good

morning.”
    Luke’s shoulders

shifted with each inward breath. Tristan didn’t want him to freak out. Pressing

his lips to the strong muscle of his back, he caressed his hip and snuggled

closer. Sensing Luke’s arousal, he nestled his bare

hips into the flawless ass pressed to his groin. “Don’t be scared.”
    “Uh…”
    Shutting his eyes, he

slid his hand lower and captured Luke’s dick in his fingers. Yup. He was rock

hard.
    Luke hissed in a

breath and tensed, but Tristan wasn’t deterred. T he

other man was obviously bigger and stronger. He could throw him off at any

minute. Tristan kept his touch light and slow.
    Stroking his flesh, he

pressed kisses at the back of Luke’s neck and nestled closer. It only took a

moment for Luke to roll to his back and face him.

There was that beautiful face and those piercing blue eyes. His irises were

dark like wet denim. His stare was filled with pain and confusion. Tristan

rolled over his strong body and continued to touch him.
    They were so close he

could count each little lash. “You okay?”
    Luke’s gaze darted

away, but he stretched and shut his eyes, signaling Tristan to go on. He

shifted and scooted lower, kissing every decadent dip and bulge along Luke’s

chest and abdomen. Cool air teased his backside as the

covers fell away and he came face to face with Luke’s cock.
    It was thick and long.

A dark vein traveled up the length. Tristan breathed in his intoxicating musk,

sending his eyes rolling back on a wave of ecstasy. He kissed the tip, dragged

his tongue slowly up the side and explored the soft

rim at the top. The sense of urgency that had driven them together last night

was gone and Tristan took his time exploring and learning Luke.
    Luke didn’t touch him

nor did he pose his body in a way that looked relaxed.

Luke’s hands remained fisted by his side as Tristan slowly took him into his

mouth.
    The other man’s hips

twitched and lifted as he worked his mouth down that column of flesh,

stretching his lips wide. His fingers held and pumped with each languid stroke of his tongue. The sound of Luke’s heavy breathing

filled the quiet room. Tristan cupped his balls and massaged gently, pulling,

tugging, rubbing until Luke’s legs began to scissor slowly at Tristan’s sides.
    Tristan’s body was so

attuned to his. Eve ry little breath, moan, and sigh

sent a thrill up his spine, over his shoulders, and straight to his cock.
    A moan slipped past

Luke’s lips as Tristan took him deeper. Luke’s knees drew up and, emboldened,

Tristan slid his finger past Luke’s taint and smoot hed

a calloused fingertip over the taut flesh there.
    Deep breaths echoed

through the room, interrupted by the occasional curse. Tristan’s finger

traveled back between the cheeks of Luke’s ass and found that tight little

virgin knot.
    “No.”
    He stilled and wi thdrew Luke’s cock from his mouth. Pulling back his hand,

he returned his ministrations to the other man’s balls. He wondered if—in the

mind of Luke—anal play crossed a line he wasn’t yet prepared to face. Luke was

obviously having some issues with the fac t that a man

was currently sucking him off, but maybe he thought if he kept his eyes closed

and didn’t experience anything he couldn’t experience with a woman, he was

still safely hetero.
    It pissed Tristan

off. He was no one’s vessel and no

one’s toy. If Luke wanted him, he’d have to own up to

it and Tristan was determined to make it perfectly clear that it was him Luke

was fucking around with.
    Keeping his hand

curled around his cock, he slid up Luke’s hard body and pressed his lips to

his. Those dark blue eyes flashed open. Tristan

traced his tongue over his full lower lip and slid his own dick along Luke’s.
    Luke’s