Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
TRISTAN
I wake up with a start. For a second, I can’t remember where I am.
Then it all comes flooding back.
Tequila shots.
A rose gold dress.
All night sex.
Ali Archer .
I smile, reaching my arm out, but when I feel the cold sheet under my palm, I crack one eye open and lift my head.
Her side of the bed is empty. I sit up with a jolt, my heart rate accelerating, running a hand through my thoroughly fucked up hair from our all night antics.
Did she run out on me? Or sneak back to her room before I woke up?
The thought doesn’t sit well as I adjust to the morning light peeking through a crack in the heavy-set curtains. I throw the duvet back and scoot my ass forward. My head is only slightly humming from a mild hangover, and I’m relieved it’s a darned sight clearer than I thought it would be.
Hoisting myself out of bed as I find my feet, images come thick and fast. All starting with seeing Ali across the room in that gorgeous dress with the sexy V at the front.
The way she threw her arms around me in front of her ex-husband, and kissed me like it was her dying wish…
Their faces when they saw us together was priceless.
And how could I forget the sip, lick, suck of our shots at the bar and shoving my lime in her mouth?
Then, our hot and heavy kisses in the elevator, our hands everywhere, her body wrapped around mine…
tasting her wet heat with my head between her thighs, plucking those ripe nipples, plundering her sexy pussy…
My body reacts like it always does to her as I quickly pull my boxers on and move across the floor, padding toward the bathroom. I hear the faint trickle of water from the shower and I sigh an unexpected sense of relief. She’s here. She’s in the goddamn shower.
I’m surprised at my reaction to the thought of her being gone. I know she enjoyed every inch of me last night and what we did, as I did her, but as the night faded into morning and she sobered up, maybe she had other thoughts?
I guess there’s only one way to find out. And the fact she’s still here, taking a shower, and hasn’t run away, is a good sign. I think.
The door is slightly ajar, so I nudge it open with my foot and let the swirling steam wash over me as I stare straight ahead at her naked body through the glass.
Is that a tune she’s quietly humming? The edge of my mouth pulls up into a smile hearing her sweet little melody while she’s washing herself. I can see her silhouette through the glass, my cock already full mast, straining against the material of my boxers.
“Hey, beautiful,” I murmur, not to alarm her but wanting her to know I’m there. I push off the doorframe and walk toward the shower.
The humming suddenly stops and I see her reach for the shower screen to slide the glass back.
She peeks around after a moment. “Hey,” she says, almost a little…
shyly? Beads of water trickle down her face as the steam rises around her like she’s some kind of apparition.
And after last night, I know she’s so much more.
“I thought you ran out on me.” I fold my arms across my chest and lean on the wall opposite her.
“No, I, um… I thought I better wash myself before I head on out.”
“Mind if I join you?”
Her eyes meet mine. She blinks a couple of times in rapid succession, her eyes flick down to my morning wood — which is an obvious bulge in my boxers… Is she… embarrassed? “Um… I… umm?—”
I cock my head, watching her, taking in her very essence. Her confidence from last night seems to have wavered in the light of day. “Are you okay?”
“I just… things look different during the daylight,” she sighs, still hiding behind the screen door.
My forehead scrunches. “What things?”
“I have flaws, Tristan. You may have not seen them last night in the dark, things look different laying down and in silhouette.”
“You’re worried about me seeing you naked?” I try not to balk, but her words baffle me.
She presses those sweet pink lips together and lets out a breath. “Yes, I guess I am.”
“Honey, I saw and felt every inch of you last night. What is it you’re worried about?”
“I have stretch marks, my stomach isn’t flat, I have bits that wobble,” she says, as if clarifying that her point is valid.
Oh fuck, she’s adorable. “I’m very fond of all of your bits, especially ones that wobble.”
“You say that now, but?—”
I push off the wall and take a step toward her. “But nothing. Let me see you, Ali?” I can’t believe she’s being this tentative about it, not after I kissed every inch of her last night and devoured her. Does she think I only adored her body because it was dark?
“Tristan—”
My hand finds the edge of the shower screen and I edge it open a little more. “Are you regretting what we did?”
“No.” She shakes her head but still makes a hapless attempt to cover herself with her hands, to which I knock them out of the way. “It’s not that, I’m just adjusting to what happened. To what we did.”
“Firstly, please don’t try to hide yourself from me. I’ve seen your gorgeous body, and you’re more beautiful right now than I’ve ever seen you.”
She laughs, almost nervously, and purses her lips again for a moment before she releases them. Then she takes a little step back so I can enter the stall. I pull my boxers off and step in.
“And secondly, I love what we did, too,” I murmur. “Can’t you tell?” I glance down at my not-so-subtle tribute to the nation begging to be touched by her.
A little laugh bubbles from her chest as she stands back under the water and I reach to brush a fallen lock of her hair out of the way. “I can kinda tell.”
I grin. “Good, because I want to be inside you again before we have to leave.”
She blinks up at me. “You do?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I just didn’t know what would happen this morning. I’m out of my depth here,” she admits as I guide her back another step so the warmth of the spray cascades off her back. “We were also a little drunk, Tristan.”
“We were, but it doesn’t change anything. I had the best night of my life, didn’t you?”
I trail my fingertips down her arms as she looks up at me. Her hair is pinned up into a bun held up by a large plastic grip. Loose tendrils fall down at the sides, clinging to her skin the way I want to cling to her. She obviously has no fucking clue what she’s done to me.
“Yes, I did. But we were reckless and?—”
I place a finger over her mouth before she spouts any more nonsense about being reckless.
My hand moves up her arm to her shoulder, caressing her clavicle bone before it trails down to her breast and I take a handful, giving her a squeeze and running my thumb over her hardened peak.
Her lips part and I insert my finger into her mouth, her sexy lips and tongue wrapping around.
I groan watching her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Ali. ”
“We’re crazy,” she breathes, grabbing my wrist and pulling her mouth off my finger for a moment. “Trist, what happens when we go home?” She sucks it back in, her teeth slightly grazing my skin.
I purse my lips as I watch her, my cock twitching between us.
She laughs looking down. “I’m trying to be serious here, and he’s not making it easy.”
“He never does around you,” I sigh. “But we will work it out. We don’t have to know every single detail right now.”
She loosens her mouth on my finger again as her hand reaches for my cock, grasping it in that little hand of hers and squeezing me at the base. She runs her palms firmly up and down my length. Groaning, I look down at what she’s done to me. “I need to taste you, Mr. Forbes. ”
I smirk, not before I squeeze my eyes closed for a beat, loving those words on her lips.
Ramming my hard cock into her mouth while she’s on her knees is exactly how I’d love to start this day.
I reach down to kiss her nose as she runs one hand down my abdomen and the other tugs my eager cock.
It’s like she can read my mind when she slowly lowers her body to bended knees. “Fuck, babe.”
The second I feel her skin brush against me, I shiver.
The water now cascades off my back as she holds my tip to her lips and parts her mouth, sliding her tongue over my crown.
It’s a sight I never knew I would see in a million years, and one I know I want to see again and again.
I’m not done here. I’ll never be done with her.
Our fucking rivalry can go out the window for all I care.
“Oh, that’s good,” I moan, watching her every move as she slides her mouth over me and bobs her head slowly back and forth.
I reach down and cover my hand over hers and set the pace as I slowly rock my hips and we both tug my cock back and forth.
She makes a gorgeous sound as the warmth of her lips encapsulates me at my very core.
An appreciative hum sounds in the back of her throat, making my balls tug even more.
The fact she’s taking me so well and enjoying it only adds to my excitement.
We pick up the pace a little and I throw my head back, releasing my hand from hers as I fuck her mouth.
“Fuck, fuck,” I growl. “Ali, that right there— Oh, God.” If I keep watching her movements — her full tits swinging back and forth with the motion, her lips, her warm mouth, her hand jerking me — I’m going to blow down her throat.
I close my eyes in an attempt to make it last, but I’m like a moth to flame with her.
She’s so fucking small under my heavy frame, I just want to fold myself around her and never let her go.
When she moans long and hard, the sound vibrates along my cock and I feel the pull, wanting to move faster, fuck her mouth harder and let myself go.
But I don’t want to choke the woman, she’s taking as much of me as she can to the back of her throat.
So I reach down mid suck and pull her hair back with my hand, causing her to glance up at me and still.
“Do you know how sexy you look right now?” I grit, my voice a low growl, predatory, wanting, needing.
She smiles around my cock, still stuck in her mouth, and I fucking take a picture in my mind that I can draw from later. Ali fucking Archer on her knees giving me the best blow job of my life. Who would have thought?
“I need to be inside you,” I mutter, pulling back. My dick sliding out of her mouth with a pop, slapping against my stomach. I hook my hands under her armpits and yank her up, pulling her into me. “Now.”