Forsaking Truth by Lydia Michaels Page A

breath

quickened and his shoulders tensed. Sliding his legs along Luke’s, Tristan

dragged his mouth over the stubble covering Luke’s throat. He kissed the curve of his shoulder and trailed his tongue up

his neck.
    Heat from their bodies

turned to condensation below. Tristan’s thumb rubbed over a pearl of precum as

he slipped his hand between their bodies and massaged it into Luke’s shaft. The

slid e of their cocks together was devastatingly

erotic, but nothing felt better than when Luke’s hands finally grabbed hold of

his hips and held him close.
    Their bodies dragged

together in a slow, sultry rocking motion. When he caught Luke’s half-lidded

stare he paused. Luke met his gaze challengingly,

seemingly waging some internal battle. Then, ever so slightly, he lifted his

head from the pillows and pressed his lips to Tristan’s.
    Victory.
    Tristan sealed his

mouth to Luke’s and explored with his tongue in fa st,

thrusting flicks. Luke’s fingers tightened on his hips, slid down to his ass

and soon they were kissing passionately with no thought aside from feeling each

other’s body.
    Cocks ground over each

other. Fluid seeped from his tip. His hand, still snaked b etween them, gripped both their dicks and he thrust his

hips, jerking them both off as one.
    Luke grunted and a

look of euphoric pleasure took over his face. His mouth opened. Kiss-swollen

lips parted, as his head tipped back in a silent cry and his releas e covered Tristan’s fingers.
    His body quivered and

tightened as Luke rode out his climax. Warm, pulsing jets of come shot from

Tristan’s dick, mixing with Luke’s. Fuck. It was incredible.
    Their bodies continued

to rock in a slick slide as he flattened his palm

over Luke’s hard stomach. His mouth brushed over that strong jaw, all sharp

edges and stubble. He nipped his chin with his teeth and dragged his tongue to

the cleft beneath that perfectly plump lower lip.
    “Like I said. Good

morning.”
    Luke’s mouth qu irked in the slightest smile and his lashes lowered

bashfully. That’s right, mister. There will be no

hiding from me or denying anything we share. Get used to it.
    He rolled to his side

and rested his head in the crook of Luke’s arm. With halting movements, Luke slowly curled his arm around Tristan’s shoulder, as

though deliberating each tiny encroachment. When a hand closed over his

shoulder, holding him to Luke’s side, Tristan shut his eyes and sighed. He’d be

patient, because this man was definitely worth it.
     

     
    He was sober. The

easiest excuse slid off the table and Luke frantically searched his brain for

another.
    His body and mind were

still reeling from the incredible orgasm he’d just had. Come, his and

Tristan’s, still remained in a sticky smea r at his

hips. These were new sheets and that should have bothered him, but there was

something erotic about Tristan’s scent clinging to his bed, that his mark was

all over his skin.
    Fuck!
    He should say

something. Pull away. Punch him in the face. Anything.

What the fuck was happening to him?
    Luke’s mind

continuously reassured him that his front door was locked and no one knew

Tristan was there since Luke had driven them. But his cousins would know

Tristan didn’t come home. Shit.
    He needed to get hi m out of there. “People are probably wondering where you

are.”
    “I texted Ryan late

last night and told him I spent the night with a friend. He knows what to do

with that.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “If anyone asks, he’ll

say I met a girl.”
    “Do you lie a lot?”
    “I only lie about that. Mostly because it’s easier for me to

lie than for outsiders to hear the truth. I don’t like it, but it’s what’s

easiest for everyone.”
    Luke understood

privacy. He coveted it and respected it, but continuously lying wasn’t

something he was into. He was raised to believe if

something had to be kept a secret it wasn’t something he should have.