Chapter 11 #2
“Climb on, Tori, and let Tris take you for a ride on his disco stick.” Vienna grins, and I can tell she’s still pretty sloshed.
I’m guessing I must be too, because after a brief hesitation, I scramble to climb into his lap, facing him, but he stops me with his hands on my hips.
I begin to panic, thinking maybe he doesn’t want this, and go to climb off, but he shakes his head.
“Face Vienna,” he murmurs in my ear.
Frowning and swaying, I turn so my back is to his front, and he drags his cock through my throbbing, messy cunt. “She’s dripping, Vienna.” His voice is low and growly, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Let me check,” Vienna says and leans down. Tristan pushes my legs wider as Vienna drags her tongue through my folds before slurping on my clit. I moan loudly and fall back against Tristan’s chest, no longer in control of my own limbs.
His big hands slide under each thigh, and he lifts, pausing with his cock at the entrance to my needy core, before slowly sliding me down it. My walls clench, and the guttural moan that escapes my mouth is obscene in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” Tristan grunts as he seats me, but as I start to squirm, his hands clamp down on my hips, holding me still.
“Give me a moment,” he murmurs. “I never thought we’d get here, and I’m already fucking close.”
“I’ll take one for the team so you don’t blow your load like a teenage boy,” Vienna teases him before leaning in and circling my clit with her tongue.
My hands move to her hair, and I hold her in place as she lashes it with the perfect amount of pressure. My pussy pulses, and both Tristan and I groan in unison.
“That’s not fucking helping,” he rasps as he places kisses on my neck, sliding his hands up to cup my covered breasts. He palms them before lightly pinching my nipples.
“So close,” I mutter, my walls fluttering around his thick cock even though he hasn’t moved since the first slide.
“Fast and furious then,” he decides before thrusting up with his hips.
“Oh…” My mouth rounds as Vienna places her hands on my hips and helps him move me up and down his rigid length. She continues to flick my clit with her tongue before circling the base of his cock with the upward stroke.
His cock feels divine, and it isn’t long before I’m falling over the edge of my orgasm, shockwaves of pleasure bombarding my senses as they work their magic on my body.
His hands slide from my breasts to my hips, and he fucks me violently through the waves of pleasure, his hips pistoning up and down before he shouts, and I feel his cock pulse as he paints my insides with his cum.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “It’s as good as I thought it would be.”
Vienna climbs onto his lap and pushes her body against mine as she leans over my shoulder and kisses him.
“She tastes amazing too.” I watch as he licks my cream from her mouth as he continues to thrust lightly into my throbbing core. Vienna then turns her mouth to mine and kisses me too.
“What the fuck?” A screech has us all turning lazily to look at the intrusion. Stacey is standing at the same doorway Tristan was in. I must still be drunk, because I giggle and snuggle back into Tristan’s chest, which has Stacey lunging at me.
“That’s my fucking fiancé, you fucking whores.
” She grabs both of us by the hair and snatches us off Tristan’s lap.
Vienna goes easily, but I’m still fucking attached, and he’s still semi-hard.
He grunts as I slide off his cock and to my knees as I blink, trying to clear the lust from my mind as Stacey starts to wail on Vienna, who is curled into a ball, protecting herself.
I hear a noise that sounds like Vienna crying, and my blood starts to boil, but when she rolls over, she’s laughing so hard, tears stream down her face.
“You hit like a bitch,” she slurs at Stacey, who pulls back her heeled foot to try to kick her, and I join the fight. I lunge at her legs and tackle her to the ground. I go to hit her, but she screams and throws up her hands.
“Not my face,” she begs, and I roll my eyes.
Of course she doesn’t want to look like a beaten bride.
Instead, I straddle her and grab one of the wine glasses off the nearby coffee table, smashing it before holding the stem to her cheek.
“No, please!” she pleads as I press the end into her cheek just beside her eye.
The rush of satisfaction at her begging for mercy is almost as good as the orgasm I just had—almost.
“Leave her alone. Just because Tristan has no interest in fucking you doesn’t mean we can’t take advantage of all that gloriousness.
After all, Mario said he didn’t care who knocked me up as long as one of them did.
If I see you put your hands on Vienna again, you will be attending your wedding as a pirate bride. ”
She wrinkles her nose in confusion, and I huff.
“With an eyepatch, you stupid bitch.” I can’t believe I have to explain myself. I thought my actions made it clear.
She pales even further, but I get off her, unwilling to waste any more time on her.
She scurries out of the room, hurling threats at us as I help Vienna to her feet.
She’s still giggling madly, and she grabs one of the half full bottles of champagne before taking a swig from the bottle.
She hands it to Tristan, who is wearing a grin on his face.
As he lifts the bottle to his lips, he winks at me.
“That was hot. Want to go for another ride?” He gestures to his dick, which is hard again, but all the adrenaline flowing through my system has started to sober me up, and I shake my head.
I can’t believe I did that. What the fuck is wrong with me?
He takes a sip from the bottle, but his smirk fades away.
He tugs Vienna down next to him and nuzzles into her as I turn my back on them and walk out without another word.
I’m thankful to him for both the orgasm and the understanding, and a bit of my fractured heart mends a little further.