Chapter 13 – Waverly #2
His mouth dips and sucks my nipple straight into his mouth, making my back arch.
“They’re late sleepers. Always have been.
Just don’t get too loud because our apartments weren’t soundproofed the way the rest of the hotel was.
I have no idea how much sound will travel through the ceilings and floors.
” He pulls back and smirks. “But if my mother hears, well, it’s her fault for letting me sleep in here with you.
” His tongue swirls around the stiff peak.
“Damn, you taste good,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and sultry as he continues to suck and nibble.
“Your skin is like sugar. I have to taste all of you, Waverly. Is that what Brax did? Did he taste your sweet cunt?”
Jesus. I can’t even with that.
He licks me, pressing my tits together and pushing them up for his mouth to ravage.
All the while he grinds into me, rolling his hips and rubbing the hard ridge of his cock through my spread legs, the only things separating us are my thong and his boxer briefs.
I swear I could come just from this, but he has better ideas as he slowly starts to slide down my body, his mouth creating a path with one destination in mind.
My eyes pinch tight, and I suck in a breath.
“It is, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you’re shy,” he chuckles as he reaches my pussy and takes a deep inhale of me over my thong. He groans, and I think I just died. My face is a fireball. He just smelled me. And groaned from it! It’s what Braxton did, and this is just…
“Yes. He did. He did this.”
“Good. Did you like it?”
Oh my god? How can he ask me that? How are these two men like this?
He smacks my clit over my panties. “Tell me.”
“Yes. I liked it. You know I did. You heard me come.”
He grins against my inner thigh. “I did. And I came so fucking hard from it.”
He runs his finger up and down my slit, the thin, expensive satin doing nothing to hide my wetness that I’m positive is soaking through.
“I want you, Waverly. I realize it’s complicated, and we’ll get to that—we will, I promise—but right now, I want you so badly I can hardly function. Let me taste you. Let me make you come. Then let me inside you. Let me feel all of you. Please.”
He’s a bastard with that please. What is it about him that makes it so I can’t say no?
I give him a jerky nod because I want him too. I’m just afraid of what wanting him will cost me when this holiday is over. He tugs on the side, and without a lot of pressure, my freaking thong snaps. My chin drops, and I stare down at him in incredulous shock.
“Jerk! Those are some of my new ones.”
He smirks as he lifts and spreads my thighs open wide. “I’ll buy you new ones. All kinds of sexy new ones that I’ll tear off you one by one. It’ll be my favorite game ever. What sexy panties is Waverly wearing today that I can destroy?”
I shake my head and then gasp as he does that tongue thing with my clit.
“My parents may sleep late, but my grand-mère does not. Put a pillow over your face because I plan to make you scream.”
Wow, I am so outmatched with him.
But because I’d die a thousand deaths if his parents heard how I sound when their son goes down on me, I grab his pillow, which smells like him, and stuff it over my face. And it’s a good thing I do because two fingers slide inside of me as his lips suck my clit between them.
I moan, holding the pillow tight with one hand and using my other to grasp the thick strands of his hair. My brain won’t shut up. It’s short-circuiting, stuck on a vicious, unhelpful repeat. My boss is eating me out. My boss is eating me out. Holy shit, my boss is eating me out so good.
“Ah! Tristan!” I cry into the pillow when he starts fucking me with his fingers while licking and sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue. I’m splayed open for him, and he’s taking full advantage, devouring every inch of my pussy like it’s a Christmas feast.
I can feel my orgasm starting to build, my toes curling and my thighs trembling.
I can’t see what he’s doing, and part of me knows that’s the better, smarter course for this, but the voyeuristic, dirty side of me wants to watch him as he goes down on me.
I want to see his eyes and how he tastes me and fucks me with his fingers.
But the moment I begin to think about that, I come.
And the moment he feels it, he growls into me, which only manages to bring me higher.
I wrap the pillow around my face and moan while I writhe and grind up into his face.
It goes on, and he continues to lick and taste me, removing some of the pressure so he doesn’t have to stop.
“Let Brax hear you come, sweetheart.”
Fuck! That makes me clench around his fingers, and he chuckles. My body starts to sag, and he gives me one final lick before he pries the pillow away from my face.
“Who knew your evil mouth was capable of something that pleasurable?” I muse, half-dazed.
He grins and kisses me, forcing me to taste myself on him.
“You’re on the pill, right?” he asks, alternating deep plunging kisses and light nips and pecks.
“Why?” I sigh into him, scraping my nails on his scalp, drunk on my post-orgasmic high and the magic of his kisses.
“I don’t have condoms. I saw your pack when your purse spilled. Do you take them?”
Ah. He pulls back, his eyes intense on mine.
“I’ve never…” He takes a deep breath. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Even when I was married, we didn’t. Are you okay if we do that now? I want to feel you… like that.”
He can barely get his words out, and I’ve never seen this side of him. Trembling and unsure, almost overwhelmed.
“Yes, I take them.” I give him a nod, letting him know it’s okay.
A shaky breath passes his lungs, and his mouth comes back down on mine as he shifts and wiggles to take off his boxer briefs.
This is happening. I’m going to have to have sex with Tristan, and it’s not even hateful, angry sex.
I don’t know what this is, and I don’t know where his head is with it.
If it’s just sex or just once or just while we’re here. Or if it’s more.
Immediately, I let that last thought go.
It's not more. This is Tristan Ouest we’re talking about. Emotionally unavailable, married to his job, Satan incarnate, Tristan Ouest.
My thighs shift around his hips, and with his forearms on either side of my face and his eyes on mine, he slides all the way inside me with one hard thrust. My eyes roll back in my head, and my breath comes out in a gust.
Oh my hell, that’s good.
As if reading my thoughts, he rasps against my neck, breathing hard, “You feel incredible. Better than anything.” He pulls out and pumps back in, a low groan rattling the air between us as he does.
“Fuck yeah, that’s good. No way this is only going to be once.
I hope you weren’t thinking this was a one-and-done because I can tell you now, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself now, and I know it’s the same for Brax, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. ”
I can’t formulate a response to that. I can’t understand how any of that works or makes sense.
Not with him inside of me. Lucky for me, he doesn’t expect one as he slides almost all the way out of me and then thrusts back in with a force that has me whimpering.
He starts to fuck me now, fucking into me with powerful, deep pumps that have me gasping and winded.
I lift my hips higher, angling myself to take him in deeper, as deep as I can.
My arms wrap around his neck, and he peppers me with kisses on my neck, my jaw, my face, and my lips. We’re both panting, lost in this push and pull, this thrust and slide. I can’t get enough of it. The heat of his body and the feel of his chest against mine.
His hand grips my upper thigh, holding me up as he adjusts and comes higher up on his knees, taking me with him. He starts to pound into me, the bed making noises that have us both pausing and staring wide-eyed at each other.
“Shit.” He laughs. “That’s going to be a problem.”
“Shhh,” I hiss, my gaze slingshotting up to the ceiling and then back at him.
“Are you telling me to speed this up?”
“Yes!”
“But I don’t want to.” He’s getting far too much enjoyment out of this scenario. He starts to rock into me, his pace slowing, but hell, he’s deep. “I want to take my time. That’s what my girlfriend deserves from me.”
I smack his shoulder for calling me his girlfriend when he’s inside of me, and then gasp as he hits me in the perfect spot.
“You like that?”
I nod.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes. But quiet!”
He chuckles, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Always bossing me around, Waverly. I thought I was the boss.”
“That’s the illusion I give you. Now fuck me and make us both come.”
He picks up his pace, fucking harder into me, right on that spot that’s going to send me flying over the edge.
“For the record, I’m still in charge.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever you say.” My eyes close, and I hold on tighter. I’m so close. “Right there. Harder.”
“Demanding little thing.” He grunts, doing as I ask, pistoning in and out with delicious wet slides and perfect precision.
He pops his thumb in his mouth and takes the wet digit and slides it between us before he starts rubbing vigorous circles on my clit.
Between that and the spot he’s repeatedly hitting inside of me, I can’t hold off another second.
I detonate, coming hard and fast and evidently loudly because Tristan’s mouth slams down on mine, and he swallows my moans.
The moment I start to sag, he gives two more thrusts and stills, his face dropping into my neck where he groans and grunts his release inside me before collapsing on me, holding me tight, and breathing hard, still inside of me.
“Worth every penny.”
I smack his shoulder. “Oh my god! You did not just say that?!”
He laughs, popping his head up and gazing at me with sparkling blue eyes and a smile that’s all sexy. He runs his fingers through my hair, just staring at me before he whispers, “I think this might be the best morning I’ve ever had.” He kisses me, and I melt into him. A little too much.
Especially as he starts to rock into me again, feeling me like this.
He groans. “As much as I want to keep you like this all day, we should get cleaned up. I’m sure everyone will be awake any minute.” His head tilts. “Or we could wait for Brax.”
“What?”
Before he can clarify, there’s a knock on the door. “Tristan? Are you awake, honey? I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up, and you’re always such an early riser. I hope it’s okay that I let myself in.”
My eyes go wide, and my heart picks up. We exchange oh shit glances.
His mother.