Chapter 25 #2
“Soon, baby.” He folds back on his knees and sits on his heels.
The smooth plug glides between my cheeks, and he presses the tapered tip against my opening.
He pushes in, his other hand sliding under me so he can tease my clit and pussy as he fills my ass with the plug, inch by slow inch.
He keeps checking in, making sure it feels good before he gives me more.
Eventually, I rock back, pushing the plug deeper on my own.
And when it’s finally seated fully, Tristan exhales heavily and runs his hands over my ass.
“You’re doing so good, baby, so fucking good. ”
He flips me on my back and hooks my knees into the crooks of his elbows as he stretches out on top of me.
His hips settle into the cradle of mine.
His gaze moves over my face on a gentle caress that’s echoed by his fingers skimming from my temple to my jaw.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” He brushes his lips over mine.
“I promise I’ll be careful with you. Make you feel good the way you always do for me. Okay?”
I nod once and his mouth meets mine. The kiss is soft, unhurried. His thumb sweeps along the edge of my jaw as he rocks his hips until his blunt head nudges my entrance.
He pulls back so he can see my face. “You want more?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
“This is about making you feel good. You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
I run my hands through his hair, nerves and anticipation warring. “I trust you.” Everything about this experience is heightened. It’s not just about sensation, the feel of his body surrounding me, protecting me. It’s more than that. I feel safe in his arms. Revered. Precious.
We both groan as he pushes inside, his thick cock stretching me, the head putting pressure on the plug.
He cups my face in his palms and rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Bea, nothing compares to this feeling.”
It’s so much tighter like this. And the intimacy is heady and overwhelming. I’m already so close. It won’t take much to make me come. But Tristan doesn’t move, doesn’t pull out and push back in, doesn’t rock his hips and give us what we both need.
“Do you remember what I said?” His fingers tremble against my cheek.
“Huh?”
“When do you get to come?” He kisses the corner of my mouth.
“Tristan.”
“I promise it’ll make it even better.”
“But I’m so close already,” I admit.
“I know. I need you on the edge, Bea. That’s where I always am when I’m with you.” He shifts his hips back, and I fully expect him to push in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls all the way out. I clench around nothing and whine my displeasure.
His smile is salacious as his cock glides over my clit. “You don’t come until I’m fucking your ass, Bea.”
“Oh my God, you’re horrible,” I gripe, biting my lip.
“You love it.”
I do. So fucking much.
He folds back and uses one forearm to keep my knees pressed to my chest while he fists his cock with the other.
And then the real teasing begins. He circles my clit with the head, presses the tip inside me, gives me a couple of inches, but pulls out again.
Over and over. He keeps barely fucking me.
Filling me for one stroke before pulling out again.
Amidst the maddening torment, he leans in to kiss me. “Soon, baby. You’re almost ready.”
I’m mindless with want. Desperation and acute need consume me. I’m so wet, so close to coming it’s a physical ache.
This time, when he fills me again, I wrap my legs around his waist, desperate not just for the orgasm just out of reach, but for him, for this closeness, for this feeling to never end.
Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he pulls out.
He sits back on his heels and taps the plug with his erection.
“Please, Tristan. Oh, God. Just please.”
“Knees to your chest,” he orders.
And I comply. Because all I want is to come, and I trust that he’ll make this good for me.
He always does. He works the plug free, thumb circling my clit to keep me on the edge.
He tosses it to the floor and grabs the lube from the nightstand, coating his cock and my ass before he rubs the head over the opening.
“Nice and slow, Bea.” He presses the blunt tip against me and carefully eases the head inside. He’s thick, a lot thicker than the plug or his fingers. I tense and whimper at the sharp sting and the sudden burn.
His thumb circles my clit. “Just relax, baby, deep breaths. You got this.”
I take a deep breath, and another, and another.
“Focus on what feels good.” He eases a finger inside my pussy, then resumes circling my clit as he pushes in another inch, past the first barrier. I exhale a shuddering breath as the sting subsides and pleasure follows.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he praises.
He doesn’t push in farther, not yet, just rocks his hips a little and keeps circling his thumb.
The orgasm hits me like a slow rolling wave, washing over me, dragging me down with the intensity, radiating through my entire body.
I quake and shudder and moan. And then he’s pushing in deeper, past the next barrier, and I keep coming, wave after wave of bliss.
“Mine. All fucking mine,” Tristan grinds out. He adjusts me so I’m on my side, my knees hooked into the crook of his left arm. His nose brushes mine. “So good, little Bea. You’re doing so good. How does it feel?”
“I c-can’t st-stop c-coming,” I stammer.
His fingers are gentle on my cheek, his smile all satisfaction and primal desire. “And I haven’t even started fucking you yet.”
He takes it slow, hip rolls and gentle thrusts and endless praise, until I ask for more. Until I’m begging him to fuck me. Until I’m screaming his name and digging my nails into his arms as I shudder and clench my way through another intense orgasm.
Afterward, he runs us a bath and fills it with bubbles.
He helps me into the tub and gets in behind me, settling me between his legs.
He kisses my neck and squirts body wash on a pouf, gently wiping the sweat from my body.
We stay in the tub until I start to doze off.
Then he towels me dry, changes the sheets, and brings me cake in bed.
When I’m full and sleepy, he wraps himself around me and tells me how perfect I am.
As I’m drifting off, I swear I hear him murmur, “You’re the only one I want, Bea. Only you.”
But in the morning, I wake up alone.
“ T his needs more of something, but I don’t know what.” Hemi frowns at the guac.
I dip a tortilla chip into the concoction and take a test bite. “A little lime juice and a dash of salt and we’re all set.”
“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight,” Tally says.
Hammer gives her a side hug. “We’ve got you.”
Tally went on a date that ended badly. They went to a movie with a group of friends, and at the end of the night, he dropped her off and kissed her.
It was a sad, overly tongue-filled experience.
He’s already suggested they go out again, just the two of them, via text.
So now she has to tell him she thinks they should just be friends. Poor little thing is stressed out.
“Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I’m remembering it.” She spins her phone on the table. “Or maybe he was nervous. That could explain it, right?”
“So you’re saying you imagined that he was basically making out with your chin?” Hammer asks.
Tally crosses her arms on the counter and drops her head. “It was so weird. Why did it have to be so weird? It was literally the worst kiss ever.” She lifts her head. “He’s so cute. Maybe he’s teachable, though? Maybe it’s a fixable problem?”
“Do you want to be the one to fix it?” I ask.
She wrinkles her nose. “No. I really don’t.”
“Then you let him down easy. But not today.” Hammer pushes the bowl of black licorice candies toward her. They’re Tally’s favorite. “Today we eat guac and candy and feel bad about shitty kissers.”
“Amen to that.” We clink our glasses and all take a drink.
My phone rings, the tone telling me who it is. I assigned a song to everyone at the top of my contact list. “Hey, ’sup?”
“My cock. Wanna come ride it?”
I snort a laugh. It’s been a week since the anal devirginizing.
It took a couple of days before sitting down didn’t induce a wince, but man, it was worth the slightly uncomfortable aftermath.
I’d been irked that Tristan was gone when I woke up, and even more irritated that he hadn’t left so much as a note.
But Brody had asked to shoot the puck with him, and he hadn’t wanted to wake me before he left.
He sent peonies to my work with a slightly inappropriate card that I had to hide from my colleagues.
“Such a tempting offer, but I’m with the girls,” I tell him.
“I hoped to see you tonight.” The disappointment is clear in his tone.
“We have a girl emergency. But we can do dinner and a sleepover tomorrow night,” I suggest.
“Are you okay?” Concern laces his tone.
“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s not a me emergency.”
“Right. Okay. How late will you be with the girls?”
“I’m not sure. I wouldn’t wait around for me.” I don’t want to leave early just so Tristan can get a vagina fix.
“I think I’ll go out with Flip tonight,” he grumbles.
My stomach tightens. “Don’t sound so excited.”
“I want to spend time with you, but you have plans.” He sighs. “Tomorrow you’re mine, though?”
“Tomorrow I’m yours,” I agree.
“Have fun with the girls.” He ends the call without saying goodbye. Irritation flashes through me, but he does that with everyone.
“Everything okay?” Hammer asks.
“Yeah, Tristan wanted to hang out, but I have plans, so now he’s going out with Flip.” I set my phone on the counter facedown and take a hefty gulp of my drink.
“Does that worry you?” Hemi asks.
I shrug. “We’re spending all this time together, and my heart is pretty invested. I think it’s the same for him, but I don’t know if he’s ever going to be at a point where he’s willing to label it.”
“He’s totally in love with you,” Hammer says.
“He is,” Hemi agrees.
“He looks at you like you’re the sun,” Tally adds.
“But can he commit? That’s the thing.” I blow out a breath.
“I find myself trying to build my life around his. He travels half the year, so I’m going to need some assurance.
As nice as it is to hear from everyone else that he’s in love with me, I’m not sure when or if he’ll ever be able to tell me himself. ”