Chapter 35
Trystan
M y chest tightened, each breath a struggle as I stared up at her. My hands trembled slightly, caught between the urge to pull her closer and push her away. A dull ache bloomed in my chest, spreading outward until it felt like my ribcage was constricting.
She wanted me out of her system. She wanted to move on without me, and knowing that cut so much deeper.
I had two options: I could give her what she wanted, enjoy my last night with her, and hope that it only made her want more, or walk away and always wonder what might have been or worse she'd find a random stranger to use.
I raised an eyebrow, my voice low. "And how would this work?"
She traced a finger along my collarbone, her touch feather-light. "You let me get off, and then you leave."
I tightened my grip on her thighs, a humorless chuckle escaping my lips. "Sounds like a shitty deal for me."
She shrugged, tugging my hair at the base of my neck with just enough force to sting. "Yeah, well, this isn't about you."
"And if I say no?" The question left my lips in a hoarse whisper, my throat constricting around the words. I swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing visibly as I raked my hand down the back of her thigh before gripping behind her knee and tugging until it buckled, guiding her knee to the bed beside me.
Her eyes flashed, a mix of challenge and indifference. "Then you can leave."
I didn't want to leave, but I also didn't want her to move on. I wanted her to crave me so bad that I was the lead character in all her fantasies for the rest of her life.
Her fingers traced a trail around my neck, her voice dropping to a whisper. "So what's it going to be, Trystan? Are you staying... or are you leaving?"
Her eyes met mine, dark and unreadable. The silence stretched between us. My lips parted, but no sound came out, as if the weight of the moment had stolen my voice.
I hated that she thought I used her when she was the only girl I'd ever really wanted. I hated how badly I'd fucked up and that she wasn't going to let me fix it, but what I would hate more is not giving her what she needed right now.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her stomach. "I'm staying."
She tugged my arms free of her, and when I released her, she shoved my back to the bed.
I let my body go pliant under her touch, yielding to her every move. The shift in power was palpable, electric.
She climbed over me, and the mattress sank in around me. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and something darker as she positioned herself above me.
My hands found their way to her hips, fingertips tracing the curve of bone beneath soft skin. As she lowered herself, a shudder ran through me, my grip tightening.
I raked my hands down her waist, fiddling with the string to her bikini bottom for a minute before tugging them loose.
Her fingertips traced a lazy path down my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My body responded, muscles tightening, a jolt of electricity shooting through me, making my cock twitch, and I knew she felt it.
As she hovered over me, I realized how much the balance of power had shifted between us. For years, I held all the cards. Now, I was at her mercy.
My hands curled around her hips, my voice rough with desire. "You want to ride my cock, baby?"
She dropped her chest, her lips ghosting over mine. "No. I want to ride your face." Holy fuck. My heart rate spiked, my pulse pounding so hard I could feel it in my temples. My breathing quickened, coming in short, shallow gasps as anticipation coiled tight in my core. "Until you can't breathe." She slowly slid up my body, leaving behind the bottoms of her bikini.
Her eyes locked on mine as she climbed over my face and lowered herself until her lips met mine. For a long minute, she looked shy and innocent, like she wasn't sure what she was doing, but with one roll of her hips over my tongue, that look disappeared.
Her lips parted as her fingers slid into my hair, and the other hand curled around the bedframe above my head as her pussy slid over my face.
She gasped when my hot tongue hit her clit. Her pace increased like a woman on a mission. She was desperate for that orgasm, the orgasm I owed her.
"Oh fuck," she moaned as she worked herself harder and faster over me, covering me in her arousal. She was already so close.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, holding me just where she wanted me as I hooked my arms around her thighs.
Fuck, my cock was painfully hard and screaming against my shorts for a chance to join in the fun.
She shifted, grinding her pussy against my mouth as her legs began to tremble. "Come for me, baby. Say my name," I hummed against her pussy. "Tell me who's making this sweet little pussy come."
"Oh god," she cried out.
"Wrong name."
Her abs tightened, and her body shook with violent convulsions. "Trystan!"
My arms constricted around her thighs as I twisted, flipping her to her back with my face still buried in her pussy. My fingers squeezed, spreading her wider for me.
I breathed in her scent, intoxicating and familiar. My lips moved against her heated skin, forming words I couldn't hold back. "God," I murmured, the vibration of my voice causing her to shiver beneath me. "You taste so fucking good." My tongue darted out, striking her clit as she was still coming down from her first orgasm, and her hips bucked as she tried to escape.
I showered her pussy in sloppy wet kisses before sucking her in.
Her back arched, fingers digging into my scalp. "Oh my god. Don't stop."
A smile spread across my face as I stroked her with my tongue, sliding a finger inside her wetness, and then added another. Pumping in and out, I found a rhythm that made her legs shake and her body tremble.
I loved how well I knew her and her body. I knew exactly what it took to make her come.
My voice dropped to a low rumble, breath hot against her skin. "Come for me, baby."
Her body tensed, back arching off the bed. "Trystan!" she cried out for the second time as her thighs clenched against my face, and her hand in my hair held my face just where she wanted it, as she was coming down from her high.
I raised up, trailing, kissing up her pussy to her stomach, pausing to meet her gaze. "You want to ride my cock one last time, baby?"
Without a word, she wrapped her legs around my waist and twisted until she was back on top. I shifted my weight and lifted my hips as she tugged off my pants, and I eagerly helped kick them off with my feet. I gripped my cock at the base as she shifted her weight, hovering over me and lowering herself until my tip was at her entrance. My hand curled around her waist, groaning as she sank down until I was buried deep inside her.
My head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck."
My hands curled around her ass, guiding her over my length as I raised my hips, letting her grind herself hard against me. Her fingers curled into my chest, stinging as they dug into the skin.
The soft glow from the bedside lamp caught the curves of her body, painting her in warm lights and shadows. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of her, committing every detail to memory—the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lower lip caught between her teeth, the intensity in her half-lidded eyes.
She was so fucking beautiful.
She increased her speed as she rocked her hips against mine, and her moaning got louder. I closed my eyes, listening. That was real. That was what she sounded like just before she came.
Her pussy walls clenched around my cock, and my chest rumbled as her body shuddered, fingers clutching at the sheets. "Trystan!"
A surge of energy coursed through me, igniting every nerve ending. In one fluid motion, I tightened my grip on her hips, preparing to flip our positions. The muscles in my arms and core tensed, ready to take control.
I wanted her to come one more time with me. I lifted my hips to flip her, but she stopped me, shoving me back down as she raised herself, sliding me out of her and then her leg before crawling off me.
My eyes narrowed as I followed her. I started to wonder what the hell she was doing until she crawled up to her pillow and slid under the covers.
She rolled away, pulling the covers up to her chin. "You can go now."
I didn't move for a long minute because I wasn't sure I'd heard her right, but then she repeated it.
Her eyes flicked to mine, holding my gaze, voice flat. "I said you can go now." Her gaze dropped to my cock, still standing at attention, a hint of cruel amusement in her tone. "And finish taking care of that."
She was fucking serious. She wanted me to leave. She'd been serious when she asked me to let her use me. She was done with me, or at least she thought she was. My lip curled into a smirk as I shifted my weight and flipped to my knees, crawling over her before she even realized what I was doing.
"What the fuck?" Her eyes widened as they followed me, but she didn't stop me.
"You want to know why you couldn't get off?" I purred against her lips. She didn't move; I wasn't even sure she was breathing. "Because this pussy," I nodded to her, "was made for this cock." I pressed my hips into her so she could feel how hard I was. "It was molded for me because you were always meant to be mine. No man will ever fit you the way I do. I ruined this pussy for any other man." I pushed up, twisted, and crawled off the bed. "And that's why you can't orgasm, and you never will without me." I strolled toward the door as she sat up, clutching the covers to her chest. "So just call me when you realize we were meant to be." I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me.
Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and said a silent prayer that everything I said was true.