Chapter 13 Tristan
THIRTEEN
Tristan
Poppy finally returns from the bedroom where she went to get ready thirty minutes ago.
Vance was ready in five but disappeared again a few minutes ago.
Poppy’s wearing a stunning black dress that hugs her figure and wraps around her like a towel, cinching at her waist with a belt.
The soft material drapes elegantly over her curves, just skimming her thighs and highlighting her perfect silhouette.
I can’t believe how lucky we are.
How the hell did someone like Josh manage to win her over in the first place. It should be a crime to date a woman as amazing as her and not take care of her needs or truly appreciate her.
My eyes wander over her form. With the makeup she applied and her hair loose, flowing in curls down her back, she looks fucking amazing.
I’d asked the personal shopper to add in some basics as I didn’t know what she used.
She doesn’t need makeup, but she always wears it in the office, so I wanted her to have some.
“Have I said thank you for the clothes?” She curls her body against my side, sighing contentedly.
Cradling her in my arms, I inhale her. She’s so fucking intoxicating, I want to consume her, let her scent live in my lungs, allow her taste to forever sweeten my tastebuds.
I know it’s not healthy, this obsession, but I don’t give a fuck.
I need her. I’m weak for my next hit, and I’ll never get enough.
“To get to look at you in that dress is thanks enough,” I murmur into her neck.
Vance appears, dropping a small box on the kitchen counter before coming over to take Poppy’s hand. He’s wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black sweater. My mouth waters, seeing them together in their matching outfits.
He leads her toward the kitchen counter and stops her there, handing her the box. “I also wanted to give you a gift.”
My cock strains against my zipper as I approach to see better.
She blushes a perfect shade of pink, and I know the color blossoms all over her skin because I’ve seen it when she’s naked. I conjure the image in my mind’s eye before settling my gaze back on the box.
Tugging the ribbon, she lifts the lid, her teeth capture her bottom lip. A smile spreads across my face over the fact that she doesn’t know what the little orbs are.
“Hold on, Angel.” Vance takes the balls from the box then walks over to me, pushing the orbs into my mouth, leaving the black latex rope joining them together hanging from my lips.
“Warm them up for our girl, Tris.” He turns back toward her, lifting the little remote from the box and winking at her before sliding it into his pocket. “They’re pleasure eggs.”
Her eyes glaze over with lust, shifting back-and-forth between us. I twirl my tongue over the balls in my mouth, swiping the back of my hand across my lips to catch dribble from escaping.
Scraping his eyes down her body, Vance bends on one knee to part her dress like a curtain, exposing the apex of her thighs.
After hooking his fingers in her black lace panties and sliding them down her creamy, delicious thighs, he taps her ankle for her to step out of them.
Holding them to his nose he inhales, briefly closing his eyes before standing up and coming back to me.
Grasping the latex rope between his forefinger and thumb, he slides the balls from my mouth with a gentle tug. “Good boy.” The warm feeling that always accompanies his praise fills my chest.
He lifts his hand, showcasing the delicate black panties that sway teasingly as he flexes his fingers, letting the fabric fall and dangle enticingly in front of my face. My reward.
I take them from him then inhale deeply, my senses enveloped by her intoxicating scent.
Mine.
Stuffing the lace into my pocket, I track his path back to Poppy as my stomach clenches and my balls draw up, my cock stiffening. Needing to be closer, I sidle up next to Poppy, Vance nods his approval at me.
Back on one knee, he lifts her foot and places it on his leg, her dress parting once more, baring her sweet pussy for us. Dragging his hand up her thigh, her breath catches, and I hold mine when he looks up at me, instructing, “Join me, Tristan.”
Laying my hand over his, he teases the seam of her pussy before together, we both slip a finger inside her. We all moan in unison as we fuck her with our joined fingers, her cunt making wet, delicious, teasing sounds.
When her lips part, my heart hammers against my ribcage, unable to resist touching my lips to hers.
I kiss her deep, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth, devouring her taste, owning her mouth.
Vance pulls our fingers free. I reluctantly break our kiss as he holds his finger up to her.
“Taste how needy your cunt is for us, Angel.”
Fuck, I’m going to come already.
Circling her small hands around each of our wrists, she brings the glistening digits to her mouth, green eyes bouncing between us as she sucks us in deep, like they’re our cocks. The sight alone has my real cock throbbing.
“So perfect,” Vance rumbles, and I nod in agreement.
“Put the eggs inside her, Vance.” He chuckles at my eager request.
Popping our fingers from her mouth, she motions down to her pussy, “They go in there?”
Taking the balls in his hand, Vance moves them to her opening then pushes them inside her. With a gasp, she shifts her hips, teeth plunging into her bottom lip. “That’s it?” she asks, peering down at the latex tab suspending an inch from her hole so the balls can easily be removed
Nodding, Vance lowers her foot to the ground. “Are you ready to leave?” he asks.
When she scrunches her nose like an adorable princess, I tuck the curtain of her hair over her shoulder.
“Once we get there we will wait right outside, unless you want us to come in with you?” I try to keep my enthusiasm over that idea out of my voice but fail.
“You’re too good to me.” She reaches up on her tiptoes, kissing my lips.
There’s a hint of her own pussy on her mouth from sucking my fingers before, my brain short circuits, and I dive my tongue in, wanting to eat her cunt.
When Vance’s body pushes against us, his tongue swiping against the sides of our mouths, she breaks from me to offer him her open mouth before returning to me.
How beautifully we fucking dance.
I moan into her mouth, hauling her body into mine so I can feel her tits against my chest.
Eventually, she breaks away and giggles, shaking her head. “We should go.” She says breathlessly before adding, “So we can hurry up and get back home.”
Like an electric current passing through me, everything inside me lights up, forcing every nerve ending to life.
I flash her a smile with all my teeth as I slip my hand into hers, lacing our fingers.
She beams right back at me, and the hole that’s existed in my chest as long as I can remember stitches together urging it closed.