Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LEXI
I’m coming hard, and Tristan’s words are only feeding my body’s orgasmic frenzy of fireworks and the shivers chasing though me.
He stares into my eyes as he holds his fingers steady, pressing down with his palm right where I need it.
I dig my nails into his biceps, having to hold onto something as I breathe through this moment.
“Tris…” If this is what he does to me with a simple finger fuck, I might lose track of months and years once things escalate.
He dips his head, and his mouth consumes mine in a slow, ardent kiss that keeps me floating on that high a moment longer.
His cock is so freaking hard as he presses into me, and I run my hand up his arm to cup his face as he gently retracts his hand.
“That was a pleasure if ever there was one,” he murmurs against my lips, as if I just said thank you.
“A pleasure I should return,” I whisper back. But first… “Out with the truth, Tristan Martinelli. You let my vibrator run down and then hid the charger.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“It’s not charged at all!”
He chuckles against my cheek as he brushes his lips to my temple. “What are you going to do with me now?”
“Sounds like you want to be handcuffed. That can be arranged, you know.”
“Now there’s a thought.” He laughs, keeping me on my back with that magic hand on my stomach as he presses an innocent—innocent my ass! More like guilty—kiss to my shoulder.
“Oh, I have so much torture coming your way,” I mutter as I roll onto my side and run my hand down his chest. “You have the right to remain silent.” I nibble a path down his pec, straight to his nipple, which is clearly a hot spot on his body, given his reaction to my touch earlier.
I lick and kiss and suck it, and then, when he moans for more, I give him a little bite.
“Agh! Fuck, Lexi—”
“That’s for being so despicable as to hide my charger, knowing we’re in the middle of nowhere, and I can’t get a new one, and for letting my toy go dead.
” I chuckle against his abs as I ghost my hand over his cock where it’s straining against his boxer briefs.
He twitches in anticipation. There’s nothing small about Tristan, but I knew this.
In some aspects, he isn’t exactly full of surprises.
My fingers find their way into his underwear, and I lift the fabric over his cock, making sure I don’t touch him where his body is begging for it.
Until I shift and lick down the length of his shaft. He gasps, his abs flexing as he clutches my hair. “And this,” I whisper, “is for being such an auspicious replacement.”
“Babes, I solemnly promise to be at the ready whenever and as often as you need me.”
“Good.” And oh gawd. If the size of his cock and the evident ease with which he makes me come are any indication of the pleasure heading my way, I might never want to let him go.
With my need to please him overriding every red flag, I grip his cock firmly and sink my mouth onto him, humming my own pleasure at finally tasting his essence.
I know what I’m doing and get into a rhythm that soon has him breathing heavily, but once as I sense he’s on the brink, I pull back and take a moment, forcing him away from the ledge. He grunts his displeasure, and I give him a naughty smile. “More?”
“God, yes.” His fingers drive into my hair, and he guides my head back down. This time I take him so deep, I feel consumed. “Fuck, Lexi,” he grunts as I slide up and roll my tongue around the head. “I know you said you’ve got torture in store for me, but…”
I go down again, this time soft and slow but so deep that his body flexes with pent-up tension.
When I come up, he wraps his hand over mine at the base and traces the line of my lips with a forefinger.
The sensation of his fingertip and the connection to his cock and my lips is so erotic, it pulses straight to my clit.
I blink at him, amazed at the way he’s turned me on with a simple slide of his fingers.
“You like that, don’t you, my angel?” he whispers, holding my head in place. “We’ll explore that some more later.”
This time when I go down, my control has slipped away and into his hands.
Tristan is in charge, and as much as he allows me to play and have my fun, he’s leading this dance.
He doesn’t apply much pressure, but the guidance is there, and as I give it my all, I know this time he won’t allow me to pull away at the crucial moment.
“Are you going to swallow for me, angel?” he asks softly.
The endearment only makes me want this more.
There’s no way to answer except with an acquiescent hum, knowing I want this as much he does.
I’ll be ready to come again if he keeps talking dirty in that husky pillow-talk voice of his.
When the moment comes, Tristan’s hold on my head falls away, giving me the option to pull back, but I’m too deep into his pleasure, too consumed by this act to release him, and too thrilled by the feeling of his climax spilling into my throat to let go, knowing I have the power to do this to him.
His body shudders under my palms, and I look up at his beautiful face in the dark, the pleasure of his release evident in his jaw, which goes slack as he grinds his head deep into the pillow.
After a moment I swallow, and when he looks down at me, I end our game with a kiss to the tip of his cock. “I need a minute.”
I slip from the bed and go to deal with the aftermath in the bathroom, rinsing and brushing my teeth then managing the wet mess down south. My release has dunked my body in a post-coital high. Thank God we finally crossed that bridge tonight.
When I come out, Tristan is standing in the alcove that connects the bathroom to the main part of the cottage, back in his boxer briefs—dammit—hands on his hips, working his jaw.
Neither of us has switched on the lights, overly bug-conscious, but with the moonlight streaming in from outside, I can see his eyes glint as they travel down my breasts to my sex.
“Are you okay?” he asks, taking a hesitant step forward.
“Yes, never better.”
He seems to let go of a pent-up breath. “Lexi… You’re so delicate…so fucking beautiful.” He swallows heavily and takes another step closer. “You blew my mind just now,” he murmurs as he slips his hands around my waist. “I’m worried I was too much—”
I glow with pleasure at the compliment, but also because he’s checking on me. “Never too much—one round’s maybe not enough, but never too much.” I want more of what we did, more of what we had out there, and I’m going enjoy every minute of being fucked senseless by Tristan until we’re done here.
He chuckles as he kisses my temple, cupping a breast and circling my nipple with his thumb. “So you’re up for this wild ride?”
“Yes.” This is what I’ve wanted for a very long time. I laugh. “And maybe, just maybe…you can charge my vibrator and bring it to the party.”
“Always knew you were a planner.”
“Failing to plan, you’re planning to fail.”
“Rest assured, angel, I don’t plan to fail you at all.”