Hello Dear Readers! Thank you for your love and support towards Sex Doctor: Bestfriend Crush Book1.I need you to let me know in the comments box what you think about Roth& Tristan's and what you hope to see as the series Continues.I'm excited to start the Book2 which is going to blow your mind.Prepare for a total rollercoaster, because this second series isn't only going to keep you at the edge of your seat, it would make you vent different kinds of emotion.The Book3 will coming up once I'm done with this series, I hope you continue to support me, encourage me and keeping shipping Roth&Tristan.If you haven't read the Book1, Kindly read it up so you can follow up the story till the end.Don't forget to share, Rate and Drop your comment!let's Go!!***********THE SEX DOCTOR: BOOK2Tristan was sitting on the table in the living room with his head hung between his hands, rubbing the back of his neck, as the laptop laid open before him. His LinkedIn message board filled with messages
Eleanor was now immerse listening, sitting on the revolving with both of her elbows resting on the table before her. She had been so caught up thinking about last night that she had failed to notice that Roth seemed a little off. “Take advantage by kissing the back of their neck with your mouth slightly open, and hum - the nape loves low frequency vibrations! Or dip into your toy drawer for a fingertip vibe and massage their hairline.” “The shaft! Which is kind of a big deal - Pay the most attention to the shaft, ladies, because the internal erectile tissues lie deep beneath the skin's surface, when it comes to how to get your grip on, many guys like the shaft handled pretty firmly. Form a fist around it, moving up and down and adding pressure as you go.” Tristan’s frown had now deepened as he was half an hour into the show. He was now certain that something was off with the sex doctor that day, but the rest of the audience didn’t seem to notice, because they asked questions as per
Eleanor paused for a while - was he listening to the radio show? Did he still listen to the radio show? “Yes,” She quietly affirmed. “Roth is disturbed about something, right?”“No,” Eleanor knitted her eyebrows, “His work is going great, we had sex just last night, why would he be disturbed …” Eleanor realized she had spoken too much the moment that sentence escaped her lips. There was silence on the other end, before Tristan said, his voice on the verge of breaking, “You?”Eleanor shrugged, the cat was already out of the bag, so she said calmly, “Yes, Me and Roth are dating now.” “Oh, okay, good luck,” The hurt in Tristan’s voice melted Eleanor’s heart for him. He was once her best friend, and she knew how much he loved Roth. But, after seeing him that day with another man, she had figured that his feelings for Roth must have gone away. Tristan’s call inquiring about Roth had come as a shock to Eleanor, “Tristan,” Se said softly, “Do you still care about Roth?”The line was qui
Oliver, now directly behind Tristan, lowered his face to the back of Tristan’s neck, close to his ear, and whispered, “Do I have a reason to be jealous of the sex doctor?” Tristan jumped in his seat, turning to face Oliver, his face going white again. Why was Oliver asking this? Oliver straightened up as he saw Tristan’s face. Quickly shaking his head and taking a step backwards with an expression between concern and apology, he said, “I am sorry Tristan, I didn’t know it would scare you. I was trying that thing the sex doctor said earlier - low frequency vibrations on the neck, I am really sorry.”Oliver had not expected Tristan to react like that. Tristan himself had not expected him to react like that, his voice trembling, he asked,”Why did you say that thing about being jealous of the sex doctor?” That title for Roth felt so weird on his tongue after a long time. *******Oliver looked taken aback, “That was a joke. Because you are listening so attentively to him that you forgot
Eleanor clutched at his arm, “Are you mad?” Roth let out a deep sigh, and answered her shortly, “No.”“I know you are. You must be missing Tristan right now because if he was here, you would have your coffee because of course he is the one who cares about you the most,” Her outburst about Tristan took Roth by surprise. He knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, “How did Tristan come into play?”But, she was rambling on, not taking his question into consideration, “He is the one who notices your worry from just your voice, and I have spent every second in the previous 24 hours with you but I can’t tell.”The confused Roth even further, “What?”She stopped for a while before looking into his eyes, “He called me, your girlfriend, today to inform me that something is bothering you. While I was with you, and I had no idea.”Roth’s body went still, as the ghost of his voice escaped his lips, “Tristan called? To tell you that something is bothering me?” That shut Eleanor up, as she inw
Roth was slowly spinning a highball glass while lost in thought as several voices entered his ears, his eyes fixed on the glass. He had way too many glasses in him to distinguish between the voices. The voices of people talking, arguing over sports, complaining about work or spouses, their laughter, the clink of ice in a highball drink as it was stirred, the murmur of low voices from people on a nearby table who don't want to be overheard, barstools being dragged, loud noises of a game or fight on the TV, music from a radio, the glug of beer in a bottle, dollar bills rustling, the thump of a bottles and glasses on the bar, the squeak of door hinges opening and closing, rattling air in the tubes when a keg went dry, the whir of a blender, and people’s roar of excitement or dismay at the sporting event on the TV all seemed to blur into one buzz. When Roth had arrived at the bar, he had not thought it through. What he had forgotten was that it was his first time being in public alone a
But Roth never picked up. Eleanor had been in the mansion since, trying out Roth’s phone every 15 minutes, with it going to voicemail every time. She had been more worried than frustrated. Now what Tristan had said seemed true, despite Roth having denied it. Until she went on instagram randomly and a video in which Roth was tagged in came on her feed, then another, and then another, and then several after that. His recent scandal had earned Roth more popularity than what he already had. Now Eleanor was only frustrated. x - x - xTristan’s answer did not seem to satisfy Oliver, and Tristan could tell that. There was doubt clearly written over Oliver’s face and Tristan knew just the way to wipe that off. He walked up to Oliver, his unbuttoned shirt hanging on his arms, revealing his chiseled abs underneath, and put both hands around his arms. As he looked into Oliver’s eyes with a soft gaze, he could tell that Oliver’s heart had lurched.A lump appeared and disappeared in Oliver’s
Oliver flashed Tristan’s phone before his face, unlocking the phone with his face ID. The phone opened up to Tristan’s instagram. Oliver chuckled and was about to exit the app but then he noticed that it was the search page of instagram, and in the search bar was the one name that Oliver dreaded the most: Roth Dimitri. There were several videos of a dimly lit bar in the results, in which Roth would probably have been tagged. Oliver’s expression grew grim. Tristan was not even stalking Roth, he was stalking every hashtag and every post which Roth was tagged in. Tristan must have searched him up when Oliver was in the bathroom after they had returned from their stroll, because he had not seen him on his phone after that. And the instagram feed must have refreshed by itself showing the newer results. Oliver could not make out what was in those videos because the lightning in the bar was very poor, but he could tell that it was a bar that Roth was in. ******Maybe Tristan had accident
For a second, Roth was scared that Tristan would start to think that had he still been in a relationship with Oliver, that ring would be on his finger, but then he realized that he did not need to worry about that. Oliver had not proposed to Tristan in two years, but he had proposed to this guy in two months. Oliver would never have proposed to Tristan because Tristan was not the right man for him, and it’s all about that. Because at that moment, Roth’s perspective about marriage and commitment shifted. The idea of commitment was scary, but the idea of spending an entire lifetime with the man of your desires was utterly beautiful. Roth Dimitri had never imagined himself getting married his whole life, but after having met Tristan Faughn, loving him and has experienced what it was like to be inside him, he realized that he wanted to be able to call this man his husband. Tristan stepped into the bedroom, snapping him out of his thoughts, with only a towel draped loosely around his w
Roth at first went slowly, and then his pace increased, he wanted Tristan never to forget tonight, he wanted to mark his place in Tristan's body tonight and forever, his cock went in deeper inside Tristan, like a mad man he pounded his tight hole faster, deeper, they both grunted as Roth kept going." Oh roth," tristan cried out, " I want to hold you, roth," he said under ragged breath.Roth did what he wanted, his cock slid out of Tristan, they both knew they were not done yet, he took off the handcuff from his hand, and the one from his legs, he removed the blindfold from Tristan, and what Tristan saw almost took his breath away.He saw the fire in Roth's eyes as he moved into the bed, their eyes met." I love you roth" tristan said, his hand moved along Roth's back, down to his butt, and then he slowly guide Roth body into his, he felt Roth entering him again, this time slowly, powerfully " I have always love you, I have loved you for so long that it hurt" tristan said, his eyes no
Roth shakily opened the small cold container he was holding. He had tried until the break point of not pouncing on Tristan the moment he handcuffed him.He walked towards the drawer close to his bed, took out another handcuff and went over to Tristan, he stare at the man lying helpless on his bed, his eyes travelled all the way from his sexy mouth, down to his slightly hairy chest, to his slim waist and then settled hungrily on his cock. It stood so proud outside Tristan's body, the sight of it caused Roth's heart to jump, it was not just beautiful, it was powerful, it was amazing, it was a sight to behold.Roth let out a shaky breath as he watched Tristan move and licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.Tristan wondered what Roth was doing at that moment, he could hear his heart beating wildly as he waited, the suspense was killing him, he was already going crazy being blindfolded and both hands handcuffed to the both end of the bedpost, he felt like a slave to be used f
Roth still couldn't believe his eyes, Tristan, the one whose coat he had used in masturbating was right there in his bedroom, in flesh. He could not describe the different emotions he was feeling, first happiness, seeing Tristan coming back to him, then Love, for this man standing right in his bedroom, whose eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, then embarrassment, he had been caught masturbating with just Tristan's cloth.Not minding being stark naked, or hearing any more words from Tristan, Roth dragged him into his arms in a bone crushing hug. Tears pooled his eyes as he inhale the sweet fragrance of tristan.Tristan's manly fragrance mixed with his cologne hit roths nostrils as he breathed in deeply. He let out a small moan as Tristan's hand slid through his back. He has missed this man so much, never again, he swore within himself, never again would Tristan leave his life.Tristan broke from their embrace, their eyes met, his filled with love and adoration for Roth, while roths eyes
But, that night, the night of Tristan’s birthday, it made more sense than any other night to sit with that coat which still smelled like Tristan. He could not spend time with Tristan on the night of his birthday, but he could let himself pretend that he was with Tristan. He pulled out the coat, and held himself back from sniffing it for a while - acting on the laws of delayed gratification. And then, when he could not take it anymore, he closed his eyes and brought the coat closer to his face, and then took in a deep breath, alongside the scent of Tristan’s cologne mixed with the sweet scent of his body. It was the moment in which Roth realized that a lover’s smell could be as overwhelmingly erotic as his look or touch. The scent of Tristan filled his nostrils and caused his cock to twitch, as eyes still closed, he rubbed his cheek on the coat, imagining that he was rubbing himself on Tristan. Roth kept holding the coat up to his face and inhaled, tentatively at first, but then suc
“Life is not about who loves you in their own way, even though that is appreciated, life is about someone making the effort to understand what way you want to be loved in, and then loving you in that. It’s not about who cares for you obviously, it’s about who cares for you in the least noticeable ways without ever making you feel like they are doing something for you,” Tears were now dripping down Tristan’s chin. Oliver was still unable to make a sense of Tristan’s words, when Tristan’s words answered his unasked question. “Life is not about who tried to get you an interview with their company CEO, life is about who skipped their important meeting and flew to another state for you even when the airports refused to land his flight.”A scowl formed on Oliver’s face as he realized that Tristan had been comparing him with Roth for the past several minutes. Tristan was still continuing to speak, “Life is not about who loves you at their convenience, it’s about who goes out of their way
What Roth told him afterwards left him in shock. As he read Roth’s response to that yes for the fifth time he felt his brain cells starting to go numb. He stared at the laptop screen with a white face, when suddenly he heard a loud explosion sound from the living room, making him jump and the laptop falling off from his lap. He clutched his chest and reflexively pulled the blanket on himself as a way of protecting himself. It took him a while to calm himself as he reminded himself that he was safe in his house. Just as Tristan was about to leave his bedroom to determine the source of the sound, it entered the room in Oliver’s hand. Tristan winced at the sight of the party popper that Oliver was carrying, quickly snatching it from him. Oliver looked slightly taken aback but then chuckled, putting a hand on Tristan’s shoulder, “Happy Birthday, Tris!” Tristan tried to smile but he could not. Oliver placed his hands over Tristan’s eyes and walked him into the living room. When he re
And suddenly a happy memory turned into a horrifying reality. Roth did not know why but his stomach flipped at the thought of some other man kissing Tristan and touching him. He shuddered, but as much as he tried to push that thought away from his mind, it was the reality. Roth had to distract himself. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through Tristan’s pictures in his phone, each photo bringing back a different memory. X-X-X-XTristan was struggling to go to sleep on Wednesday night - or rather struggling was the wrong word, because he was not even trying. It was his birthday the next day, Oliver had asked him to come over to his apartment but he was not yet home. Tristan had started to receive birthday wishes two hours before midnight from his family in different timezones, as he read everyone’s messages with a somber smile, texting out Thank Yous to some people. He could not help but mentally travel back to the time when he used to celebrate his birthday with Roth and
The call logs from the previous night were right before Tristan’s eyes. There was one missed call to Oliver and another that he had picked up. But, before that, there were six missed calls to someone else. The number that Tristan had just typed in his messages was staring at him from his recent call logs with the number 6 in a bracket next to it. X-X-X-XEarlier, every time Roth had that dream, it ended at the pain Roth had felt when that man kept drilling inside him. Every time Roth had woken up covered in sweat, panicking. Every time Roth forced himself to open his eyes because he felt like he wanted to escape. Every time that man had his hold tight on Roth, Roth managed to escape by waking up. But this time, he did not. Roth had not escaped this time - was it because the man’s grip got tighter or Roth’s desire to escape became weaker?Roth didn’t know. This was the first time that he had woken up from that dream covered in cum, and not sweat. This was the first time it had no