Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
TRISTAN
This woman has the power to render me to my knees and never get up.
I eat her out like I’m starving, and maybe I am.
I don’t know when my crush turned into this, but it’s so much more.
And it’s got nothing to do with tequila.
I’ve always known Alison was the one that got away, and having her here now in my bed, it only makes me mad I didn’t pursue her sooner.
Like when that no-good loser ex-husband decided to shack up with a bimbo.
What the fuck is the matter with him? How did he not realize he lost the best thing that had ever happened to him?
We may fight like cats and dogs, but I wonder if some of that wasn’t because of the undeniable chemistry we’ve always had. Have we both been fighting it? Or is it just me?
I pull my mouth off of her slick pussy and kiss my way up her body. She’s still wearing too much clothing, and I’m fully dressed, but I want her to taste herself on my tongue.
I stop at her breasts, pleased they’re natural and not fake, and I rub my chin over one hard peak. That earns me a whimper as I close my mouth over her nipple, kneading the other with my hand. I twist and turn it between my fingers, and she almost bucks me off the bed.
I grin, moving up her décolletage, kissing and nipping her neck as I reach her mouth. I kiss her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth as she groans.
“See how sweet you taste,” I mutter, cupping her pussy with one hand. “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. That was just an appetizer. Now I need you out of this dress.”
“Take your clothes off,” she pants. “Please, Tristan.” She tugs at the hem of my shirt, releasing it from my pants. I love it when she begs. I do as she asks in one fell swoop and rip the shirt off, the buttons flying every which way, then I discard it along with my tie.
“This okay?” I smirk.
“Pants, Tris, all of it.”
I snicker, shifting off the bed to stand for a second. Glorifying in her gaze lowering to my hands as I undo my belt, I grow even harder. I unzip my pants, shoving them and my boxer briefs down to my knees as my cock springs free. It’s heavy, long and fucking ready to sink into her heat.
She gasps again, and I think I’m beginning to like that sound. I kick my pants and boxers all the way off, along with my socks, and then I sheath my dick as I walk toward her. “Dress,” I demand. “Off.”
She shoves it down, then lifts her hips as she undoes the zipper behind her. Realizing she can’t reach, I kneel on the bed and help her, tugging the zipper down to her waist.
She pulls it off and kicks it away. I kneel, fondling myself as she stares at me, dumbfounded.
“Oh, my God, you’re built like Adonis,” she breathes.
I chuckle darkly. “I hope he’s tall, dark and handsome.”
“He’s got nothing on you.”
She pulls me to her and I cover my body with hers. “Do you still want this?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I smile, dipping my head to suckle her nipple, giving the other one the same treatment as the first. I lave it, pinching the other with my fingers as she writhes beneath me.
“You’re so good at this.” Her voice is so soft.
“I’ve been a little out of practice, too.”
She cups my face and I look up. “You don’t have to be this nice.”
“It’s true,” I admit. “I haven’t slept with a woman in over six months. I’ve been so busy with work, and life just kinda got in the way.”
“So we’re making up for it now?”
I grin. “Yep.”
“Condom.” She brings my mouth to hers as I let her take the lead. “I need you inside me.”
This is really happening. I waste no time kissing her chastely, then scrambling from the bed to find my wallet in my pants pocket. I fish out a condom, ripping it out of the packet with my teeth, deftly rolling it on in record time. She watches me, her eyes fixated on my cock.
“You’re, um… big .”
I grin. “It’ll be okay. I can go slow?—”
“Don’t you dare,” she chastises. “I don’t need you to be delicate with me, Tris. I’m not a fragile little doll who’s going to break. The only thing I want you to do is fuck me into next week. Do you hear me?”
I press a kiss to her lips. “Bossy.”
She grips my ass, and I collapse on top of her once more. I hold my cock at the base, teasing through her folds as she groans. My God, she’s a slice of Heaven. Watching her get off might be my new favorite pastime. Oh, she’s gonna feel me tomorrow, there’s no doubt about that.
She’s so fucking wet. I move my tip to her entrance. Meeting some resistance, I glance down. “You’re doing so good, baby. Let me inside, Ali.”
I feel her relax but as her eyes meet mine, I grin.
With her watching, I move my head and spit on her pussy as she makes a guttural sound.
Then I waste no time, pushing inside all the way as she cries out.
Resting down on my elbows, I brush a kiss to her nose.
“Now might be a good time to go over a few things in the boardroom, honey .”
“Fuck you, Lucas .”
I laugh. “Ooh, feisty.”
“You pull a stunt like you did the other day, and you won’t get any more of this,” she sing-songs, tilting her hips. Well, tou-fuckin’-ché. She’s got me there.
“You drive a hard bargain.” I pull out, then ram back in. “But I drive a stick shift a whole lot harder, plus I can make you scream.”
She groans as she wraps her legs around me. Gripping the pillows beside her head, I circle my hips and give it to her. Okay, this round is gonna be fast because I’m about to explode. “Tris!”
I feel her tighten that sweet little pussy around my cock as my balls feel like they’re gonna explode. “This is what you do to me,” I mutter. “Make me lose myself in you when I want to devour you all night long.”
“Oh, oh!”
“I want you on top next.” I struggle not to shoot my load. Not until she’s coming. “I want you to ride this cock like you own it, then I’m gonna do you from behind, facing the mirror so you can watch me fuck this tight pussy while you scream my name.”
“Tristan!”
“This pussy is mine, Ali, you got me?”
“Yours!” And she’s coming, her hands squeezing my ass as she digs her nails in. Her head tips back and she wails my name. I’ve lost track how many orgasms she’s had already, but we’re not even getting started. Not by a long shot.
I follow behind, shooting my load so intensely I wonder how the hell I’ve lived without Alison Archer this entire time. More to the point? I wonder how I’m gonna go back to how things were before she was in my bed.
She laughs and it’s a glorious sound. We’re both on our backs, staring up at the ceiling after a round of the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. I’m not done with her by a long shot, but we’ve paused to have a breather and talk.
“I don’t know what I was thinking with Gareth. You’re lucky you’re still friends with your ex, it’s been tough with Clementine. I’ve had to keep the peace for her sake.”
“That must’ve been hard on you.”
“It was, but I knew I couldn’t take him back. Not after what he did.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you,” I say. “But I’m not sorry about tonight. In fact, I’ve been wondering all night how I’m gonna go back to what we were before.”
She rolls onto her side and props her head up in her hand. God, she’s so glorious lying naked beside me with no inhibitions. “What are you saying?”
I take a breath. “I’ve liked you for a long time, even though I always act like a dick.”
“Ah, so you’re finally admitting you are a dick? This I need on record.”
I caress her cheek bone with my knuckle. “You’re such a wise ass, you know that?”
“It takes one to know one, and for the record, I’ve maybe secretly liked you, too.”
“And here I was thinking we were gonna have to stay away from one another.”
“Maybe we just need to get it out of our systems?” She bites her lip. Does she really mean that? It seems kinda cold.
I swallow hard. “If that’s what you want?”
She hesitates, and I’m left thinking she may not really know what she wants. In reality, she can have any man she sets her sights on. Alison has never really realized that she’s the prize, and any potential suitor should be falling at her feet.
The thought of another man where I am now makes me want to commit murder. She’s mine.
“I don’t know what I want, truthfully. I never thought I’d be able to love again, and ultimately, I’m never going to be the kind of woman who sleeps around,” she says.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with playing the field.
It just isn’t for me. So I’ve avoided dating.
I was still wounded, as much as I hate Gareth and what he did, I loved him with all my heart. ”
I tip her chin up, kissing her nose. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that, baby. If I were in his shoes, I’d never let you out of my sight.”
Her cheeks flush. “What about you? You’re a man about town.”
“Sadly, I’m not. Like I said, I haven’t slept with anyone in over six months, and even when I was, it was just mindless sex.”
“So what’s this then?”
“It’s not that, baby.”
“No?”
I shake my head, my voice dropping a notch. “No. You’re fucking everything.”
She stares at me, her mouth slightly open. “Tris?—”
“You don’t have to say anything.” I rub my nose against hers. “Just know this isn’t just sex, and I’m sorry I’ve been such a jerk. I should’ve manned up instead of being a fool. I never thought you’d be interested in me in that way.”
“Like you don’t know you drive women wild.”
I shrug. “Maybe, but none stuck around. I want more than that.”
“I don’t know if I’m capable of more, Tris.”
My heart sinks at her admission. I understand. After my divorce, I was gutted. Even if we were amicable, it still hurt. I loved her, but we just didn’t work anymore.
This is the side of Alison I’ve never seen.
Maybe it is the aftermath of the booze we’ve consumed, but she’s a vision.
No matter what. She’s fucking perfect. Even if we only have tonight, I’m going to remind her that she’s worthy of love.
That she’s worthy of anything she wants.
I don’t feel great about all the things that went down with us over the years, or the deal I kept from her.
I was acting like a child, not the Mr. Forbes she so eloquently called me.
But now isn’t the time to push. I can show her that I’m her Mr. Right.
It might take some doing, but in time she might see for herself that I’m capable of more. I’ve got a lot of making up to do.
I owe her that much.