Chapter 34 #2
His gaze found mine and lingered. Those dark eyes stared straight into my soul—saw every fear, every want. If he looked long enough, he’d see something else too. Something I wasn’t even remotely ready to admit out loud.
That was why I took his face in my hands and drew his mouth to mine. Like he’d done before, he allowed me to take charge of the kiss. For a few tantalizing moments, he let me taste and tease.
Then it was his turn.
Those long fingers plunged into my hair. Two twists and the curly strands were tightly wrapped around his hand. One tug and he’d angled my head exactly where he wanted it.
His onslaught was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. He’d caress my tongue with his own, coiling and swirling until my toes curled, then he’d pull back and nip on my bottom lip.
The sting that followed the bite sent shivers of pleasure straight to my core.
My body grew achy and needy, my hips restless. I wanted, needed, him to touch me.
“Tristan,” I panted.
His hands swept up my bare legs, shoving my dress up to my waist. Sliding his fingers down my inner thighs, he pressed them farther apart. And when he lowered his gaze, I knew exactly what he saw.
There was no hiding the growing wet spot on my neon-pink panties.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured. “I better take care of that.”
I didn’t have time to answer before he shoved my underwear aside and put his mouth on me. That first slow swipe of his tongue was such a shock to my system, my hips bucked off the desk.
He chuckled against my skin but still rewarded me with another long, slow lick.
“Oh,” I gasped, which quickly morphed into a moan when he sucked on my skin and thrust two fingers inside me. That sudden invasion drew a low hiss and mumbled words from the back of my throat.
The combination of his mouth and fingers were too much. My stomach dipped; that familiar fluttering making itself known.
“Tristan, I—”
“That’s it, co—”
The shrill ringing of the phone drowned out the rest of his words. I didn’t care though, the way this man played with my body was nothing short of amazing, and there wasn’t a thing in this world that could take me out of the moment.
At least that’s what I thought.
Slowing his movements, he rose and leaned over me to look at the phone. Apparently it was still ringing.
“Answer it.”
I blinked through my lust haze. “W-what?”
“Answer it.” His face inched closer, his gaze intense and serious. “Now.”
This man still had his fingers buried inside me, and he wanted me to answer his phone? What the hell?
I squeezed my legs together and shook my head.
That little move earned me a slap on my thigh. My first instinct was to be offended, pissed even, but this incredible wave of pleasure rattled through my body.
“Holy shit,” I cried out, my voice shaky and breathless.
“Open.”
One growled command and I spread my legs wide. The phone had finally stopped ringing. I was grateful for that because I did not know how this man expected me to talk when I was so freaking desperate to come.
Which he was no help with now. His fingers might’ve been inside me, but they weren’t moving. I wiggled my hips. In answer, he wrapped an arm around me, anchoring my body to his.
“Tri—”
The damn phone rang a second time.
His grin was wicked. “Answer the phone, baby.” He leaned in and nipped at my jaw. “And I’ll let you come.”
This man had turned my insides to mush and scrambled my brain. It was the only explanation I had as to why I picked up the damn receiver.
“T-this is Kate.” The last part of my name came out high and pitchy because Tristan chose that moment to bury his head between my legs again. Only this time, there was nothing slow and leisurely about his movements.
He licked and sucked with purpose.
“Katherine.” Mr. Livingston’s voice filtered through the line. “Would you mind putting Tristan on the phone?”
I could hardly breathe let alone concentrate on what he said.
“Katherine?”
I must’ve been quiet for too long.
“Uh…he…uh” It was difficult to keep my tone even. “He…”
The man in question shook his head and doubled his efforts between my legs. Again, I tried to squeeze my thighs together. Instead of a slap against the thigh, he freaking sank his teeth into my sensitive skin.
There was no stopping the yelp that left my mouth.
“Katherine? Is everything all right?” I couldn’t be sure if Mr. Livingston sounded concerned or suspicious.
“Y-yes, Mr. Livingstone. I apologize.” It was impossible to keep my voice even. “Tristan’s…ah…” Another finger joined the first two. “He’s unavailable right now.”
Too busy feasting between my legs.
“I see,” Mr. Livingston hummed. “I have an important matter I need to discuss with him. Have him call me. It’s urgent.”
The line went dead and not a second too soon. With a flick of his wrist and swirl of his tongue, Tristan shoved me over the edge. White spots lined my vision as I threw my head back and cried out.
This orgasm was unlike anything I’d experienced before. My entire body shook with the magnitude of it. So much so, I burst out laughing. Not a soft, sexy giggle either. Oh no, this was full-on, mouth open, belly shaking laughter.
In the back of my mind, the weirdness of it registered. I mean, I just had what could easily be described as the best orgasm of my life, and here I was laughing like a freaking maniac.
Even worse, I couldn’t stop.
“That good, huh?”
Sometime during my crazy fit of laughter, Tristan had straightened from between my legs. Eyes shining bright and his lips curved into a smug grin, he stared at me.
The last of my laughter finally died as I pushed onto my elbows and tried to glare at him. Try because there was nothing menacing about my post orgasm haze.
“You’re an asshole,” I said with zero bite in my tone.
His grin spread wider. “Maybe.” Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue over my bottom lip. “But you fucking loved it.”
I did.
I so did.
And maybe, just maybe, I loved him too.