Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
ALISON
When the elevator doors finally close for good, my breath hitches in my chest.
His words. Oh, my God, his words.
I watch in silent surrender as Tristan reaches for the PH button.
My brain scrambles at what we’re about to do, and my heart races at the idea of being in his bed.
I want this, I realize. I really do. I may be out of my mind and regret it in the morning when he’s back to being his usual, smug self, but right now, I don’t really care.
I have needs, and I’m certain that Tristan Lucas can fill them.
I mean, he is a hot-blooded, sexy silver fox with a body to die for.
I’ve seen him play tennis, and a couple of times at the pool when the kids were growing up.
We’re older now, of course, but he’s still smoking hot and can turn every head in the room.
Tristan just has something that attracts people.
His smile alone could melt the panties off any self-respecting woman, but right now, I’m not one of those.
Nope. No siree. I left Alison Archer; a boring conservative who never has any fun, at my parents’ house for the night. Ali has entered the building, and she’s ready to ride the bad boy all fucking night long.
Before I know what’s happening, we intertwine like it’s the most normal thing in the world and we’re both as feral as each other.
I moan when Tristan walks me backwards until my ass hits the wall, his tongue brushing mine as he presses up against me.
I feel his hard cock between us and I want to touch it. I want him inside me.
“Feel that?” he murmurs. “I’ve been walking around like this all fucking night because of you in that tight little dress, with that cock teasing slit up the front.” I gasp at his words and he chuckles. “What’s wrong, sugar? Cat got your tongue?”
“I never knew you had such a dirty mouth,” I admit breathlessly.
He rocks against me, pushing his erection right against my core and I see stars. “That’s not the only thing that’s dirty.”
Our mouths collide and I wrap my arms around him like he’s not my sworn enemy, but my long-lost lover.
“Oh, Tristan,” I groan.
“If this elevator didn’t have cameras, I’d fuck you right now with my tongue.”
My eyes widen. “Your tongue?”
He pulls back. “Don’t tell me…”
I clear my throat. “Gareth didn’t?—”
He puts one finger over my mouth to quieten me. “Don’t ever use his name again, especially when my hands are on you.”
I swallow hard. “He didn’t like it… uh, oral.”
He frowns, and it’s so delicious I could drop to my knees right now and repay him the favor. “You’re kidding me?”
I bite my lip. “Tristan. I haven’t had sex since we broke up.”
Now it’s his turn to be surprised. “How long is that? Hasn’t it been years?”
I avoid his gaze, finding comfort in looking at his shoes instead, but in true Tristan style, he tips my chin up to meet his lust-filled gaze.
“Do you know what a turn on this is? Finding out the woman you’re secretly crushing on, and should’ve fought for years ago, hasn’t been fucked properly by a real man? ”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
He grabs my hand, then presses it against the massive bulge in his pants. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, Ali. Even when we’re bickering, I want your pretty mouth on me, even when you hate me.”
I gasp at how big and how hard his length is in my palm. “I don’t hate you.”
“No?”
I shake my head. “No.” I massage his cock gently and he moans. Hearing Tristan moan sends fire shooting between my legs and my clit throbs, begging to be touched. If I don’t have him naked in the next few minutes, I’m going to peel his clothes off right here. Cameras or not.
He cups my face, kissing me like I’ve never been kissed.
He’s an expert at that as well, it seems. Okay, maybe it was TMI when I confessed I haven’t had sex in a long time.
But that’s something else he couldn’t possibly know about me; I love hard.
And despite Gareth’s flaws and our marriage problems, I loved him.
When you love someone, no matter what, cheating just isn’t an option.
Which is why I never wanted to take him back, even after he begged.
One hand snakes down to my throat, and Tristan holds it there as I sink further into oblivion. He keeps moving it, his fingers trailing down the slit in my dress that he seems to love so much, the slight brush on my flesh almost makes me convulse.
His hand finally cups one breast as I clutch the back of his head, trying to get closer. I want him to peel back the fabric and suck my nipple into his mouth.
Right now, under his scorching touch, I’d let him do anything he wants.
Finally, the elevator dings and opens, but we’re still all over each other. The doors close, then open again, but Tristan is more interested in sending me to Heaven and back than to get off the damn car.
“Tris,” I breathe when the doors close again. He pulls back and I’m more than pleased to see how disheveled he is. I pull on his tie, loosening it as I grip it in my palm and lead him out of the elevator. I hear a soft chuckle behind me.
“You think you’re gonna boss me around in the bedroom, beautiful?”
I don’t even look over my shoulder. “Something tells me you might like it.”
God, I’m so not sexy! But he brings it out in me. I try not to think about getting naked in front of him. I have wobbly bits, and thighs, and my stomach isn’t flat, but something tells me Tristan doesn’t care about any of that.
“Fuck,” he mutters. We’re at his door, but he’s more interested in pushing me against it, my back to his front as he whispers dirty, dirty things in my ear.
I push my ass back against him and he groans. “Glad we got something straight tonight.”
“What’s that?” I pant.
“That I’m gonna give you your first orgasm with my tongue.”
Holy bananas. He fumbles with the fob at the door. Once. Twice. His free hand groping my breast and plucking my nipple, his cock digging into my ass as I splay myself on the door.
I snatch it from him, holding it down over the panel and it finally gives way.
We tumble inside and as I turn, Tristan kicks the door closed with his foot and pulls me against him.
He kisses me roughly, turning so my back is now pressed against the closed door.
He shrugs out of his jacket, throwing it behind him, then he undoes his tie, leaving it loose around his collar as he undoes the top two buttons.
I stand there, my breathing perilously fast, as he stares at me while he takes off each cufflink, shoves them in his pocket, and then rolls up his sleeves. Oh, boy.
It’s dark inside, and I drop my clutch onto the floor as he hitches my leg around his hip.
Then we both hear the rip. I glance down.
The side slit in my dress is now ripped from my thigh up to my hip.
But I don’t care. I’m more invested in the sight of Tristan dropping to his knees as he hitches my dress up even higher, exposing me.
I try to cover my panties, but he knocks my hands away.
Thank God I wore my good underwear tonight and not my spanks.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I watch him nuzzle against my pussy. Holy mother of God. “You’re so sweet, I can see how fucking wet you are for me, baby.”
Baby?
Who’d have thought that word would spike another rush of adrenaline to my nether region, but that’s exactly what happens. I’m helpless as he spreads my legs farther apart, then pulls my panties to the side roughly and so heaven help me, he blows on my sensitive flesh. Blows!
A strangled sound leaves my throat as he swipes through my wet center with his tongue.
I can’t keep my eyes off him, and when his gaze meets mine, I almost melt into a puddle.
Tristan licks my pussy as he stares up at me intently.
Hitching my leg over one shoulder, he nuzzles right in there, parting my folds with one hand as he latches onto my clit.
I jerk, my hand gripping his hair as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
Neither of us speak. I can’t form any kind of coherent thought aside from, fuck me stupid! And I’m so glad I waxed during the week. So I keep quiet.
He’s so sexy on his knees for me with his mouth all over my sensitive flesh.
Then I feel it. That pull in my lower stomach as my arousal piques, and I know I’m going to come ridiculously fast. He barely even touches me, but when he slides one finger inside me slowly, my eyes roll into the back of my head as I lose control.
My body convulses and the sparks ignite my cries, carrying them around the room as I lose myself in his heavenly bliss.
I’m vaguely aware of the fact I may have just screamed his name, but I don’t care. The whole fucking reunion can hear me for all I care, and when he replaces one finger with two and keeps lapping my clit, I come again right after the first. My insides pulse around his long, expert strokes.
But Tristan Lucas did not come to play. Oh, no. He’s meticulous in all that he does.
I gasp as he lifts me, carrying me through the suite as I try to catch my breath.
We reach the bedroom and he crosses the room in a few heady paces and tosses me onto it.
I scramble backwards as he kicks his shoes off, crawling onto the mattress as he grabs my ankles and pulls me back down the bed. Oh, this man.
“I didn’t say I was done with this tight little pussy, did I?” he says.
He didn’t. He did not. Oh, but he did.
I clutch the comforter beneath me as he rips my panties off my body, spreads my legs and dips his head down low, replacing his fingers with his tongue.
Feeling his face between my thighs and his tongue inside me is the dirtiest, filthiest thing I’ve ever done, but then he lifts his head and says, “Tits, Ali, get those tits out because I wanna fuck those next.”
My eyes bulge, but I’m no dummy. I didn’t come here to play patty-cake. I want this. I want Tristan’s mouth, hands and his dick all over me. Tonight is about me and him. Nobody else.
I reach behind me to try and adjust my halter, which is kinda hard when at the same time, Tristan decides to throw both my legs over his shoulder.
I just get the clasp free when I tumble back onto the pillows.
Wasting no time, I pull my bodice down, my breasts spilling free.
Since my dress was fitted, I have no bra underneath.
When Tristan’s eyes gaze up to my rack, I think I’ll die happy when I see the feral look he gives me, followed by the growl that leaves his throat.
He’s like a wild animal, and I love every second of it.
Oh, why did I only discover his mouth now? Could we have been doing this long ago? I don’t have time to ponder that as his tongue sends me into another spiral of oblivion. And this time, I don’t hold back my scream.