Chapter 22 #2
My throat grows tight. Fuck, I’ve never gotten emotional during sex.
But this is Amy.
“Only with you.” My voice is strained.
Her body grows stiff, and she seems to retreat behind those hazel eyes. Was that the wrong thing to say? Am I confusing her again?
“Tristan…”
“What, beautiful?”
“I want to straddle you.”
I jerk back, chuckling almost hysterically. “You’re going to kill me.”
She crawls on top of me, her smile so giddy I’d probably laugh if I weren’t so unbearably turned on. Her eyes drop down to my dick, and just the sight of her staring with her inquisitive eyes could make me come right now. When she grabs it, I hiss. “A little slower, baby.”
She smiles. “It really is like a Redwood tree.”
I burst into laughter. “Do you know you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met in my life?”
Hesitation enters her eyes once again, but she grips my cock tighter, sending a flood of heat into my groin. She lifts her hips and adjusts it underneath her. As she guides it into her entrance. I clench my gut to fight the exquisite pleasure flooding my gut.
“Amy,” I say, my voice gravelly, “do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”
Her cheeks turn pink as she guides herself slowly over my cock. She’s so tight, and when she catches her breath, I thrust my hips up to bury myself deeper inside her.
I wince. “Oh fuck.”
She hums. “This is nice. I think I like a big dick.”
I chuckle, hating myself afterward. The motion of it drives me farther into her tight, perfect cunt.
She bends down to kiss me, and I bury my hands in her hair and hold her head against mine, delving my tongue deep inside her luscious mouth.
Fuck, this feels like love. This feels like coming home after being lost at sea.
Now is the time to make her mine. Make her see that no one can make her feel as good as I can.
I thrust my hips upward, and her body trembles. With my hands on her waist, I sit up on the bed and pull her against me. She clenches around my cock, and a groan is pulled from my chest. I lower my head to her chest and take a nipple in my mouth. She moans.
“You like that?” I ask hoarsely.
She nods, her lip caught between her teeth.
“Fuck, I want to be inside you forever,” I say as I hold her and rock her over my hips.
Something flashes in her eyes… If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was anger.
“I’m going to ride you now,” she says.
She throws her head back and pushes her hips down against mine, accepting every inch of me. Her hips rock against me, and the pleasure is so potent that I hunch forward.
“My girl, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I can barely get the words out. “I’m going to punish you for that one.”
A grin spreads over her face. “What are you going to do?”
I wrap my hands around her hips, digging my fingertips into her flesh. When I lift her up and drive into her again, her eyes roll back, and she throws her head back, revealing her throat. I drop my mouth to her neck and take a small bite.
“That’s all you’ve got?” she says.
“You asked for it.” I grab her thighs and flip her onto her back. My body comes down on her hard, and she cries out.
I wince. “Oh fuck, did I hurt you?”
She smiles mischievously. “I thought that was the point.”
“Never.” I grind into her as I lift her legs over my shoulders. “I’ll only punish you with pleasure, my little Amy.”
She whimpers as I thrust into her, and I lose my head. The room fills with sounds of smacking and gasping.
“Oh, that’s good!” Her eyes grow wide. “Really good.”
Her sweetness lights a fire in me. I need to make her come. I crave it.
I quicken my pace, my hips slamming into hers as her body trembles beneath me. Her nails dig into my thighs, and a deep, dark possessiveness pulses through my veins.
I hope she leaves scratch marks. I’ll show them to any man who comes near her.
I belong to her.
And she belongs to me.
She writhes, jerking so far up the bed I nearly slip out of her. “Tristan, oh God, Tristan.”
I grab her waist and dig my fingers into her skin, holding her in place. “You be a good girl and take it.”
“Yes!”
I guide my fingers down her naval until I find her clit.
“Come for me, Amy,” I growl, “show me how much you want this.” I can feel her clenching around me, her breaths coming in short gasps.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out, her back arching off the bed as she clenches around me. I’m so close to coming, but somehow, I’m able to enjoy the sight.
Those big hazel eyes are wide, and her plump, pretty lips are parted.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When her body grows limp, I drive into her with renewed intensity. Every thrust is filled with desperation, with the need to claim her completely. A pressure builds in my gut, making my thoughts scatter like leaves in a whirlwind.
“You’re mine, Amy!” I shout as unbearable pleasure floods my insides. I spill into the condom, and fuck, I wish it weren’t there. I wish a part of me could fill her and drip to her thighs. Marking her as mine.
When the last wave of ecstasy crashes over me, I collapse onto the bed and pull her languid body into my arms. I kiss her head. “This is only the beginning. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion before this night is over.”
She lets out a sweet, sleepy sigh, and a blissful heaviness settles over my body.
I could have no one but her for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.
I ought to be alarmed by that realization, but I’m too damn tired. God, that was heavenly.
What feels like a moment later, the room is dark, and my arms are empty. Fuck, I hope I didn’t sleep too long. I wanted to spend the whole night fucking her.
When I reach out, the bed is empty. She must have gotten up to use the bathroom. I rummage around on my bedside table for a moment until I find my phone to check the time. When I touch the screen, I have a text from Amy.
What the fuck?
Amy: Turns out you really are boring. Don’t contact me. I don’t want to see you outside of the game.
I leap out of bed, my heart pounding like a drum against my throat. What the fuck is going on?
Boring? How could she consider the most intense sex I’ve ever had boring?
What the fuck happened? Everything was magical. She looked at me like—
No. She didn’t look at me like she loved me. That was probably how I was looking at her, and it clouded my perception of everything.
Her eyes told me something was off the second she walked into my room. She was different tonight. Distant and aggressive.
I’m nearly gasping for breath as I pace the floor, and a darkness descends over me. I scaled the heights of joy only to fall into this deep, dark pit.
Fuck, I think I love her.
I think I really love her, and she said our sex was boring?
No. She was lying. Having sex with me tonight wasn’t a spontaneous whim. It was part of a calculated plan. She ambushed me.
Everything in her words and body language told me she didn’t believe a word I said to her, and like the lovesick sap I am, I willfully ignored it.
An unholy rage flares through my body like wildfire. I told her some of my deepest, most fiercely kept secrets tonight, and she fucking hid herself away from me. She didn’t have the decency to tell me what’s really going on in her head.
She thinks she can slip away from me after tonight? Not a fucking chance.
I’ll strip away her defenses and uncover the truth, and I won’t be nice about it this time.