Chapter Seven #2
Thanos is not a happy camper, though. Poor guy probably feels like we neglected him today. He demolished our breakfast at some point while we were in bed together. It gave him the worst egg farts.
I don't really blame him, though. I would have eaten all of it out of spite, too, if I were him. Trystan made us sandwiches, gave Thanos a bone, and then fucked me on the counter.
We spent the rest of the day in each other's arms. Wyatt is going to kill us both when he finds out that we've fucked all over his house.
"Besides," I murmur to Trystan, who is clipping the leash onto Thanos, "if I let you walk him alone, Tom will bully you again."
"Tom is going to bully me whether you're there or not," he snorts.
"He likes me."
"The dog doesn't like anyone, Chloe. He's Satan. He's probably just trying to lull you into a false sense of complacency before he bites your hand off."
I laugh loudly, shaking my head. "So…what I'm hearing is that you're still afraid of little dogs because Aunt Luna's Yorkie was mean to you when you were little."
"Mean to me?" He cocks a brow at me, holding the kitchen door open for me to pass through. "Peter chased me around like he was trying to murder me."
"That's your own fault," I remind him, stepping out onto the porch.
"You were the one who used to mess with Arwen all the time.
He was protective of her." Aunt Luna's Yorkie was always a savage in a tiny body, especially when it came to Arwen.
She and Trystan were always really close…
which meant Trystan annoyed the hell out of her just because he could. Peter hated it.
"She started it," he grumbles like a petulant child, pulling the door closed behind him.
"She put a fake snake in my bed. And then actual frogs.
And then there was that time with the spiders.
" He shivers like the reminder still gives him the creeps.
"It's not my fault that I had to fight fire with fire. "
"You loved it," I tease him, which earns me a big grin in response. Trystan has always had a soft spot for Arwen. Honestly, he's always been protective of all his cousins, but he and Arwen were closest.
"Yeah, I did," he says, his expression soft. "She was a little asshole, but she was my favorite little asshole."
I laugh softly, jogging down the steps. Only to roll my eyes when I get to the bottom and see him watching me like a hawk. "See? I'm fine, Daddy."
His eyes darken as he stalks toward me with Thanos at his side. "What'd you just call me?"
"Daddy." I shrug. "If you're going to act like my dad, might as well give you the title, right?"
He stops right in front of me, wrapping one arm around my waist to yank me up against his chest. His breath blows across my cheek before his lips land against my ear. "Call me that next time I'm inside you, fucking you so hard you can't breathe, princess. See what happens."
I moan, my core clenching in a way that should be criminal.
He bites the side of my throat and then steps back with a wicked chuckle, like he knows exactly what he just did to me. Before I can even say anything or regain my equilibrium, he's sauntering toward the front gate.
"You coming?" he calls over his shoulder.
Not yet, I want to say.
"Yep," I mumble instead.
Before he unlatches the gate, he peers toward Ms. Lena's house, looking for Tom.
I bite my lip, fighting laughter. Who knew someone his size could be so nervous about upsetting one little Chihuahua?
I'm not entirely sure it's fear, either.
It's more like he just really doesn't want to ruffle Tom's feathers.
Tom's fluffy white head appears in the front window as soon as Trystan unlatches the gate. He locks eyes with Trystan, his entire body vibrating like he's ready to lose his tiny mind. And then he sees me standing beside him.
"What the fuck?" Trystan mumbles, his tone rife with accusation, when Tom immediately sits down without a single complaint. He looks at me, eyes narrowed. "He takes one look at me and turns into fucking Cujo. But he sees you and suddenly goes from Cujo to kitten?"
"He likes me." I pat him on the chest as I sail past him through the gate. "Don't worry, big guy. I won't let him eat you."
"Fucking Chihuahuas," he grumbles under his breath before latching the gate.
I watch in amusement as we pass Ms. Lena's house, and he keeps one watchful eye on the dog in the window. The dog in the window keeps one watchful eye on him, too. But he doesn't come rushing out or bark.
"Maybe I should bring treats for him," Trystan muses.
"You like him," I accuse softly.
"What? No." He nods at the house. "But surely that's healthier for him and Thanos than him having a damn aneurysm every time he sees me."
"You like him."
Trystan grunts in response, but I see the tiny smile dancing at his lips.
Thanos pads along at his side, stopping occasionally to sniff a tuft of grass or a bed of flowers, but he stays on the sidewalk.
"So, you have a Daddy kink," I murmur when we're halfway there. "What other interesting things don't I know about you?"
"A Daddy kink? What the fuck is that?"
I stop walking to gape at him. "You don't know what a Daddy kink is?"
"No." He frowns over at me, and I hurry to catch up to him again. "Should I?"
"Probably, considering you have one."
"Then tell me what it is."
"A man who likes to be called Daddy in bed has a Daddy kink. They're usually caretakers. Their partners are called littles or brats."
"You're a fucking brat."
"I wasn't finished," I grumble as we step off the sidewalk into the grass at the park.
"Oh, well, then," he smirks at me. "By all means, princess, continue enlightening me on this kink of ours."
"Uh, ours? You're the one with the kink, Trystan."
"Don't pretend you aren't dripping right now, Coco. I saw the look on your face."
"That's not because I have a Daddy kink," I roll my eyes at him. "But you were talking dirty. I am not responsible for what my face or my vajayjay does when you're talking dirty."
"Oh yeah?" He smirks, prowling the few feet toward me.
He doesn't stop until he's pressed up against me, his erection digging into my stomach.
I quiver when he wraps a hand around my throat to tip my head back.
His eyes meet mine, full of wicked intent.
"I want to bury my face between your legs and eat you until you're screaming. "
"Trystan," I whimper, my gaze darting around.
But it's nearly dark out, and this park doesn't get much action on a good day.
There's no one here right now but the two of us and Thanos.
And possibly the shady cat from this morning.
But Thanos is occupied with his own business, and the cat isn't currently causing havoc…
"You sound so sweet when you're falling apart on my tongue." He leans forward until his lips are inches from mine. "I still taste you on my lips, Coco."
I whimper again, my panties so wet they're pretty much useless at this point. And Trystan knows it, damn him. He's having the time of his life, ruining me right here in the park.
"Christ, I want another taste of that pretty cunt right now," he growls, his nostrils flaring.
"Take it then." The words tumble out before I can stop myself or think them through. There's a challenge in them, like I'm daring him to do it. I know he hears it when his eyes darken further.
He releases my throat, grabbing my hand instead. My heart pounds a frantic rhythm as he leads me deeper into the park, toward a little copse of trees and thick bushes that block the back part of the park from being seen from the roadway.
I don't say a word as we hurry around them. I don't even say anything when he pushes me gently up against a tree. The bark is rough against my back. His hands are cool as he reaches for the hem of my dress.
My mouth is so dry, I don't think I could force sound out even if I could muster a single coherent thought. Sentences are beyond me. All I can do is stare as he drops to his knees, an unholy smirk on his gorgeous face.
I choke on a whimper when he slips beneath my dress, his hand against my mound. And then I choke again when I feel him inching my panties to the side.
His breath blows across my clit.
I'm staring at the darkening sky and the treeline when I feel his tongue slip between my lower lips. He drags it through my folds, all the way to my clit.
"Oh God," I groan, breaking pieces of bark from the tree with trembling, clawed fingers.
We absolutely, most definitely, one hundred percent should not be doing this here. But I don't try to stop him. I just…cling to the tree like it's the only thing keeping me upright as he licks and sucks, growling softly.
Thanos wanders around on the leash beside us, trying to chase a firefly. The whole world carries on like usual while Trystan wrecks and ruins me on his knees against a damn tree in a public park.
I come so fast it makes me dizzy. My knees buckle, but he catches me, keeping me upright as he slides out from beneath my dress, licking his lips. His eyes meet mine as he climbs to his feet, smirking.
"Delicious," he growls, capturing my lips with his.
I melt all over again, clinging to him and whimpering into his mouth.
He kisses me until I come down, and then he just holds me against his chest, breathing me in.
"I don't have a Daddy kink, princess," he murmurs.
"I have a You Breathing kink. Everything you say, everything you do, every fucking time you smile at me, I'm desperate for a taste of you.
" He nuzzles his face up against my throat.
"But yeah, hearing you call me Daddy was sexy as hell, not gonna lie.
I want to be the guy who takes care of you in every single way, the one you trust with all your secrets. "