32. Tristan
THIRTY-TWO
TRISTAN
It was a mystery to me how I managed to make it to the apartment I owned closest to where we were when all I could think about was Haelyn sprawled open for me in the back of my car.
My mind sent big, red warning signs as soon as I drove off the street and decided to take her somewhere she could feel comfortable, because not in a million years had I done that for any other girl. Her apartment was the easiest choice, but when she shook her head at me, I didn’t insist.
But then, Haelyn wasn’t just any other girl, and while I didn’t know what she was—which was panicking me—I knew it would not have been right to have her in the back of my car.
So here I was, with her back pinned on my front door, mouth on hers, one hand on her round ass, and the other struggling to fit the fucking key into the lock. She moaned on my lips and it was the sweetest sound I ever tasted. I couldn’t help but release the grunt in my throat and dig my fingers deeper into the skin that was molding into my grip.
Her body was so responsive to my touch as if she was made for me and I was made for her.
“Haelyn.” I bit her lip and she pushed into my cock which was hard and ready for her since that fucking day she walked inside my office for an interview. She ignored me, then her arms circled around my neck. “If you don’t stop grinding on me, I might fucking forget that we have to get inside and will end up fucking you on the floor in front of my apartment.”
She broke from our kiss, a small smile stretching on her red, full lips. Haelyn took a step to the side, allowing me to focus only on getting us inside and nothing else. If the goddamn door wasn’t going to open in the next two seconds, I was about to forget about my good intentions.
I pushed the key into the lock, but it didn’t fit, not even half. I squinted at it, trying to figure out whether I grabbed the wrong copy, but when I read ‘Royals’ on it, I knew it was the correct one.
When my eyes rose to check the apartment number, the door cracked open and an old lady, small of stature with a white night dress on her body glanced up at us. Her eyes jumped from me to Haelyn, sleepy bags resting under them.
“Tristan? Is that you?” she asked, stepping forward.
Fucking shit. I was so caught up in Haelyn that I almost burst into Elena’s house.
“I still have some of the groceries you bought me last week,” she said, thinking that I was here for her weekly shopping list. “How about coming back in a few days? I’ll make you a cake.” She smiled widely, and I nodded.
Even though I loved Elena, there was something extremely urgent about to happen, so dismissing her as respectfully as possible was the only choice I had.
“Have a good one, Elena,” I told her, turning away to the other hall and taking Haelyn by the hand with me.
“Is that your girlfriend, Tristan?” Elena asked behind us and when I stopped in my place, she continued. “I would love to know you better one day, sweetheart,” she suggested, and I could feel the smile in her voice as she closed the door shut after her.
When I moved out of this building, leaving Elena behind was the hardest thing. She was a nice neighbor, always showing up at my door with homemade sweets and the least I could do for her was restocking the ingredients she wasted on making something for me.
I might not live here anymore, but she still prepared me cakes or new recipes she found on the internet.
I strode to the other end of the hallway when I stopped hearing footsteps behind me. My eyes peered over my shoulder where Haelyn was supporting her hands on her knees, smiling while shaking her head.
“What?” I asked, not able to contain the lift of my lips either.
She laughed, one of her curls touching her forehead. “I’m just glad your key didn’t fit or else we would’ve had an audience,” she explained, then came to me. “And here I thought you never make mistakes.” Haelyn raised a brow.
I tilted my head in challenge. She responded with her arms crossed over her chest, foot tapping on the ground. I held her eyes as I unlocked the door and pushed it open with my boot and she didn’t back away for a second with her proud and confident stare.
Haelyn still had a smile on her face, not picking up the shift in my mood immediately. I stepped toward her, towering over her body with my height even though she wasn’t far to reach me, until our shoes touched. She looked into my eyes, darkening with a dangerous promise—that was the moment she gulped and relaxed her facial muscles, realization settling in.
Her arms fell beside us and I took her palms into mine, curling my fingers with hers. Jolts burst on every inch of my skin. I leaned down, sinking my teeth into the crook of her neck.
Haelyn’s head fell back when I spoke on her skin. “I’ll show you how I do everything right.” It was more of a warning, but she didn’t have enough time to register until I picked her up and threw her on my shoulder, marching inside and closing the door shut after us.
She gasped, slapping my back. “Tristan!” she urged. “Let me down.”
Never, was on the tip of my tongue, but something else came out instead. “No.”
I kept her still with a hand on her ass, my fingers gliding down to the spot between her legs, teasing her. She arched the slightest bit, palms clutching my shirt. I carried us to my old room, flicking the lights on with my free hand and putting her on the bed. The mattress bounced under her weight and the illuminated room revealed her red face.
I stood in front of her at the edge of the bed, letting my eyes survey her body. Haelyn’s face was all flustered, her cheeks covered in a crimson pink as she fought for air. I was too busy fixating on her heavy breathing chest to notice if she was watching me as well or not, blood boiling with need in my veins.
She looked like a goddamn goddess in my sheets, resting on her elbows while she waited for me. Her legs were open, giving me the perfect room to fit in.
“Clothes off,” I ordered.
Haelyn blinked. “I?—”
“Clothes off,” I insisted, twitching my jaw. My dick was growing harder and harder and I prayed I was strong enough to not finish the second I entered her.
She hesitated a moment before she reached the hem of her shirt, biting her bottom lip. The material flew over her head, leaving her breasts covered by nothing but a bra. Then she moved to her jeans, unbuttoning them with slow movements.
Her eyes traveled my body, squinting at me. “You too.” She nudged her chin at me at the last button, stopping there.
I smiled. “Impatient?” I asked, but before I finished the word, my pants and boxers were at the bottom of my feet. I stepped out of them and got rid of the heavy shirt as well. “I’m impatient too,” I admitted, helping her out of her jeans and her panties. “But I want to enjoy this.”
Unlike the last time, I wasn’t at all interested in her lingerie. All I wanted was to see her body in its full glory.
I put a knee on the bed, then planted a hand on each side of her head. I removed the straps from her shoulders and she arched her back, giving me access to set her bra free. She snuck her arms out and I tossed it to the side.
God, she was beautiful.
She had soft skin, perky dark nipples, and the roundest breasts I’ve ever seen in my life. Haelyn was the definition of the perfect woman, the one I had wet dreams about and the one I could see as my match.
Smart, bold, resourceful, kind, and… a walking temptation.
My lips took one of her nipples, and I threaded a tongue over it.
“Me too,” she whispered.
I was buying time for several reasons.
One, because she was mine—at least for tonight. I could get rid of any exhibitions and feel her as I dreamed of many times, to worship her and sink myself so deeply she was never going to be able to forget me.
And two, because I knew this night was an ultimatum for us. We were either going to fuck each other out of our system and part ways or find out we could never get enough.
For me, the first option was impossible. I wasn’t even inside her already, but I knew that this—what was happening to me now—was impossible to erase. I could never put Haelyn behind me even if in the morning she was going to say that she never wanted to see me again.
I was a coward, but I was dragging time. Right now, it felt like it flew by.
Something about that flicked a switch inside me and I lowered down on her body until I got to her pussy. I put a hand around her thigh, then worked my way down with kisses until I reached her lips. She let out a moan at the contact and instantly shuddered when I circled her clit, my fingers moving up and down on her.
I wasn’t going to be able to ever forget the sweet sound of her moans.
When I sucked her, she screamed, pushing herself up from the mattress. She moved her hips from side to side, coordinating my moves and searching for a deeper place.
“God,” she voiced, then planted her hand in my hair, catching strands of my hair between her fingers.
“So sweet and responsive,” I said and entered her with my fingers. Her walls immediately caged me in with continuing pulses. “So tight.” I licked on her clit, and her head quit staying arched, dropping on the blanket under us.
“I need you.” Her tone was as urgent as the blood in my veins and even if I picked up my speed, I decided to do something else instead.
I reared back, taking away my mouth and my fingers as I watched the confused expression on Haelyn’s face. “What are you doing?” she asked, her chest heaving and her eyelids drooping tiredly over her eyes. “I was so close.”
My palm curled around my dick and I placed myself in front of her parted legs smiling. “Trust me, it will feel better now that you haven’t.”
Instead of entering her like I wanted, I stroked my dick and moved it between her lips, making sure to touch her clit. I went faster and faster, feeding over the image where she arched, moaned, begged, and moved so many times, not knowing what to do with the pleasure hitting her body.
My cock throbbed in my hold, eager to get its release, but I was too focused on offering Haelyn hers.
I moved on top of her and moved some more, the slick sound of her wetness filling the room. She trembled, crying out all the gods ever known.
“Tristan,” she begged, and hearing my name on her lips brought me on edge.
It was the first time since I met Haelyn that I saw her free of any restrictions. She no longer had a tape on her mouth and handcuffs around her wrists, she was… herself.
We were both vulnerable with our walls crashing down, exposing the true us in front of each other and the feeling couldn’t be compared with anything else. I couldn’t completely comprehend that I actually had her under me, offering me such an important part of her.
She was right here, with her eyebrows pinched in the middle of her forehead, eyes rolling under her eyelids and fingers digging into the bed sheets. It was the best view my eyes had ever seen—almost like it was my first time seeing in the true sense of the word.
Until now, I had a blindfold over my eyes, not really knowing what pure life was supposed to look like or feel like. Now, at the mere sight of her, I felt it.
I had the confirmation that it was worth living for something else besides outer factors like my brothers, my company, and my name. In that moment, I was for once in my life, living for me.
And all that was because of her.
We kept grinding over each other and I didn’t know for how long, all I knew was that my dick hurt for how hard I kept myself from coming. But I didn’t want this to end.
So instead of giving in just yet, I kept brushing over her lips with my tip, teasing her and myself, before adding a thumb over her clit.
My attempt to make this last longer flew out the window the moment I touched her sensitive spot. She was already trembling and I knew she was going to come.
I had to be inside her when that happened. I wanted to feel how her walls clenched around me and how her thrilled moans filled the room.
I grabbed the condom I threw on the bed earlier and slid it on me as she rode her orgasm, then pushed inside her when she was halfway done. I grunted at the feeling of her warm walls around me, then took her by the place under her knees and thrust her deeper on my dick.
“Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck,” she screamed, my arms being the only reason she could keep her legs in the air.
The tip of my cock tingled, most likely getting ready to come, and while I knew I should’ve waited for her to finish first, I shoved in and out of her, our pleasure hitting like two magnets.
She sent her hips into mine, her eyes rolling in her head. I was already spilling in the condom when I hooked a hand around her throat, her pussy wetting me and the bed under us. I slowed down the slightest, waiting for her to look at me as she recovered from the orgasm.
“That was…” she whispered, then peeled her eyes open. They were red, tired, and full of arousal, mostly mirroring the desperation in mine.
I came and still, I was ready for more. No—I needed more.
“This isn’t over.” I leaned down, pressing a kiss on her lips, then wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead with my finger.
She blinked. “I might need a second to recover,” Haelyn breathed out with a laugh.
My hands pushed the back of her knees close to her head and I got us up until I was on my knees, my dick still inside her. I started to move slowly, to give her time to adjust again now that she came back from the high.
“Aren’t you going to change the condom?” she said through moans, scratching my chest with her fingers as she bounced on my dick like a good girl.
I got to her ear, biting the lobe of it. “No, I want to fuck you with my cum. I want you to feel what you do to me. I want you to feel how much I want you. I want you by the morning to not remember the name of any other men, but mine,” I gritted, picking up speed.
“Tristan,” she screamed, the sound of our skins slapping on each other echoing in my ear.
“You are mine, Haelyn Ross,” I said, my jaw twitching so hard I thought it was going to snap. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to watch me. “Look at us,” I ordered, and she moved her eyes to where our bodies linked. “You are mine. Do you fucking understand?”
Veins pulsed on my head and I suddenly couldn’t understand the possessiveness flooding in my veins. I was fucking desperate and lost at the thought of another man having her the same way I do. Not only the body, but the mind, the banter, and everything that meant us.
She bit her lip, nodding. I almost laughed. She thought I was just talking because I was inside her pussy and I wasn’t serious.
Haelyn couldn’t be more wrong.
“Say it,” I urged, thrusting into her.
“Mhm,” she moaned. “At this moment, I’m yours, Tristan Graves.” Haelyn picked her words carefully, but the confirmation was enough for now, even though it didn’t sit right with me.
We kissed, raw, with teeth and unsaid feelings. We lost ourselves in the process and became one. We moved at the same time, grunted at the same time, and pushed into each other at the same time.
We were both desperate and went over and over, until my knees hurt and my arms started to ache. When she was the loudest, shuddering under me, I reached her ear.
“I’ll never let you go now that I have you,” I whispered, then flipped her over me, ready for round three.