21. Elle
21
ELLE
D ark desire flares up in Tristan’s eyes. And for a second, I don’t know if he’s going to fuck me or kill me. Then a wicked smirk curls his lips as he advances on me.
“You think I’ve been pining for you, huh?” he demands, his voice low and dark. “You think I’m the one who wants you ? Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it’s the other way around. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Before I can even open my mouth to retort, he places one hand against my collarbones and shoves me down on the mattress. My back hits the soft surface with enough force to make my body bounce slightly on the sheets. I try to push myself back up into a sitting position, but before I can lift more than my shoulder blades, Tristan shoves me back down again.
“Stay down,” he commands.
I’m about to snap back at him, but then he pushes my short black dress up to my waist in one smooth move. Lightning skitters across my skin at the feeling of his hands on my bare thighs. Then my mind malfunctions as he curls his fingers over the top of my lace panties. Oh God, is he actually?—
He rips them in two.
I gasp as the sound of tearing fabric fills the room.
The torn panties scrape against my skin as he yanks them off me and tosses them to the floor. I try to sit up once again, but he just shoves me back down against the mattress and then grabs the back of my knees.
With one firm pull, he yanks my body closer to the edge of the bed so that only my back and ass are resting on it.
The moment his hands disappear from the back of my knees, I instinctively try to close my legs. I was just baiting him, just trying to provoke him, with that ‘then start eating’ comment. What was I thinking? It’s not as if he actually wants to?—
His hands land on the inside of my thighs.
“Do not fucking close your legs unless I tell you to,” he snaps as he shoves my legs wide open again.
Electricity shoots up my spine at the power pulsing in his voice and the feeling of his commanding hands on my body.
A thud sounds.
I lift my head to find that Tristan has dropped to his knees between my legs. My heart stalls. Then starts back up, pounding three times as hard to make up for it.
“You fucking infuriating, presumptuous little princess,” he grinds out while planting his palms on the inside of my thighs again, keeping my legs spread wide. “Always assuming that everyone is pining for you when you’re the one who gets all hot and horny every time I push you up against a wall.”
Embarrassment and fury flash through me. “I don’t?—”
He licks my pussy .
I gasp, arching up from the bed, as he swirls his tongue around my clit. Fire sears through me. I spear my hands through his soft, black hair and grip it hard. He answers by scraping his teeth lightly over my clit.
White lights flash before my eyes.
He takes my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips, before he draws his tongue down to my entrance. My heart pounds so hard in my chest that it seems to echo through the whole room. Pleasure builds inside me as he teases my entrance with his tongue. Then he pushes it inside.
I grip his hair hard as he fucks me with his tongue.
The tension inside me builds into a thrumming storm.
Moans spill from my lips.
He lets out a dark chuckle. Heat spears through me as his breath dances over my sensitive skin.
With his hands still firmly on my thighs, he pulls back enough to smirk at me. “So fucking desperate.”
“You—”
The rest of my angry retort gets cut off as he takes my clit into his mouth again. My eyes roll back in my head, and I slump fully back down on the soft mattress as Tristan alternates between licking me with long, tantalizingly slow strokes and rolling my clit between his lips.
Fire pools inside me, spreading through my every nerve. I flex my fingers in his hair as he continues expertly working his mouth. My heart pounds in my chest. Moans and desperate whimpers spill from my lips as the pleasure thrumming inside me reaches unbearable levels. I squirm against the pale sheets and desperately try to close my legs, but Tristan keeps them mercilessly spread. It feels as if my brain is going to melt.
“Oh God,” I gasp .
“God can’t help you now.”
Tension crackles like lightning inside me.
Tristan shows me no mercy. He continues pushing me closer and closer to that sweet edge until I think I’m going to shatter from the pent-up tension. I just need?—
Release crashes through me.
I arch up from the bed as pleasure sweeps through my body. My clit pulses between Tristan’s lips as he continues his sweet torture until my body feels like it’s coming apart at the seams.
Only once the last tremors have died down does Tristan pull back.
My chest heaves and my heart hammers against my ribs as I stare up into the pale ceiling while I try to piece my mind back together. God, that was… insane.
“See?” Tristan says from above me. There is a distinctly mocking note to his voice. “You are the one who wants me. Not the other way around.”
Anger flickers through me.
Blinking repeatedly, I try to clear the haze from my mind while I sit up on the bed. Tristan is on his feet now, standing right in front of me between my spread legs. His arms are crossed over his chest, and there is a smirk playing over his lips as he stares down at me.
I grind my teeth in annoyance. Placing my palms on the bed, I push myself to my feet as well.
However, Tristan doesn’t move back. He remains firmly where he is, which is the exact spot I need in order to be able to stand up. So when I push up from the bed, I end up just falling back down again because his muscular body is blocking the way .
Tossing my hair back, I shoot him a glare. He just smirks down at me and remains standing there between my legs.
I force out an angry breath and lie down on the bed so that I can roll away from him and get to my feet on the other side. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to stop me.
“This proves nothing,” I declare as I shoot to my feet and shove my dress back down.
Tristan arches a dark brow at me. “Oh really? So you’re saying that I didn’t just make you come so hard that you gasped and squirmed on that bed?”
Heat sears my cheeks, but it only fuels my anger. Stalking towards him, I flash him a vicious smile. “I’m saying that my vibrator could’ve done that. It didn’t matter that it was you.”
His eyes flash. “Did you just put me on the same level as your vibrator?”
“No, I rank you lower than my vibrator. After all, it does the job without unnecessary comments while you apparently can’t help but run your mouth.”
Silence descends on the pale bedroom. From downstairs, the music still thumps loudly and thuds sound as people no doubt jump to the beat.
Tristan just stares at me, looking genuinely stunned. It’s such a satisfying sight that I can’t help but give him a quick and very smug rise and fall of my eyebrows.
That seems to snap him out of it. He gives his head a few quick shakes as if to clear it.
Then his expression darkens as he advances on me. “Trying to bait me, huh? Clever. But it still doesn’t change the fact that I had you whimpering on the bed not two minutes ago.”
I stumble a step back as he continues striding towards me. He just keeps coming, backing me up against the pale wall behind me. My back hits it with a thud. Tristan doesn’t stop until he’s standing so close that my breasts brush against his body when I draw in a shuddering breath.
Reaching forward, he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head back so that I meet his eyes. A smirk dances on his stupid mouth.
“Or the fact that your breathing hitches every time I push you up against a wall,” he continues. Then he leans forward and places his lips right next to my ear. “Like it does right now.”
I suck in a soft gasp when his breath caresses the shell of my ear.
He lets out a smug chuckle and releases my chin before shooting me a pointed look. “Told you.”
With that victorious smirk still on his lips, he starts to take a step back and turn away.
My hand shoots out.
Grabbing the collar of his black t-shirt, I yank him back so that he’s facing me again. He blinks in shock at the violent move, and I use that second of distraction to pull his face closer to mine.
“That might be true,” I say. “But it also doesn’t change the fact that you came down my throat just a few days ago.”
Composing himself again, he flicks a mocking smile up and down my body and then throws my own words from earlier back into my face. “Any girl could’ve done that. It didn’t matter that it was you.”
“Right.” With one hand still buried in his collar, I brush the back of my other hand over the very hard bulge in his pants. “Keep telling yourself that.”
He jerks slightly at the featherlight touch. I smirk up at him. He immediately reaches down and grabs my wrist. Then he yanks my hand away and slams it up against the wall next to my head. His eyes are dark with both desire and threats as he locks a commanding stare on me.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he warns. “And your hands.”
“Or what?” I shoot a pointed look down at his cock, which is straining against his pants in a way that must surely be painful. “You’re going to come in your pants before I’ve even had a chance to unbuckle your belt?”
“Big words from someone who’s probably still a virgin.”
“A virgin?” I scoff. “I’ve been on birth control for over three years. But nice try.”
Though that’s more of a precaution because my parents would kill me if I got pregnant before marriage rather than proof of any extraordinary number of sexual partners. But Tristan doesn’t need to know that. Regardless, the statement seems to have the desired effect, because his eyes flash with something almost like jealousy.
A victorious grin spreads across my lips as I nod towards his dark expression. “See?”
He tightens his grip on my wrist.
“You can try to deny it all you like, but you want me,” I taunt. “Desperately.”
“ I made you come,” he growls.
“And I made you come a few days ago. So if nothing else, we’re even.”
Challenge glints in his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”
His lips crash against mine, cutting off my retort and stealing my breath. I gasp into his mouth as he kisses me furiously.
He kisses me like he’s fighting a war.
And I’m not about to lose this battle.
Releasing his shirt, I let my right hand drop down to his pants. My left hand is still pinned against the wall. I pull at Tristan’s grip, trying to free it, but he doesn’t let me. So in revenge, I push his shirt up slightly and trace my fingers along the top of his pants.
A dark moan rips from deep within his chest.
I grin against his mouth.
He answers by biting my bottom lip and drawing his free hand up my thigh, pushing my dress up with it. A shiver of pleasure racks my frame. Tristan lets out a soft but very smug laugh as he continues dominating my mouth.
My brain flickers as he slips his hand between my thighs. I fumble with his belt as I try to unbuckle it using only one hand. Since my underwear are already lying on the floor, Tristan doesn’t have the same problem. He keeps my left hand mercilessly pinned to the wall while he brushes his knuckles over my pussy.
I suck in a sharp breath as a jolt spears through me.
While I yank furiously at his belt, he shifts his hand and then draws his fingers over my already throbbing clit. A small moan slips past my lips.
At last, I manage to get the belt open. Shoving it aside, I start unbuttoning his pants.
Pleasure streaks through me as he rubs my clit while he continues kissing me like my mouth was made for his. I can barely breathe, let alone think, through the pleasure that thrums inside me.
Moving his hand, he shifts it so that he is rubbing my clit with his thumb while he draws two fingers down to my entrance. A whimper escapes me. I need to get his damn pants open. Now.
White lights flicker before my eyes as he traces his fingers around my entrance. I suck in desperate breaths as I finally unbutton his pants and reach for the zipper. He pushes one finger inside me. I jerk back, breaking the kiss, and gasp up into the pale ceiling as pleasure courses through me.
Tristan leans forward, kissing his way along my jaw and down the side of my neck. My mind spins as he slides his finger in and out of my pussy. Resting the back of my head against the wall, I try to remember what I was doing. But all I can feel is his lips against my skin and his fingers creating mind-numbing friction.
Then he adds a second finger, and my eyes snap open again.
I tilt my head back down from the ceiling to find Tristan smirking at me like an absolute villain. With his eyes locked on mine, he pumps his fingers inside me while rubbing my clit with his thumb.
Lightning spears through me with each commanding thrust of his fingers.
I scramble to reach for his pants again. I’m not going to lose this war.
Yanking the zipper down, I slip my hand underneath his boxers and wrap my fingers around his cock.
A jolt shoots through him. It’s so forceful that he actually flinches.
Matching his wicked smirk, I slide my hand up and down his hard cock. His eyes shutter. I do it again.
He sucks in a sharp breath.
Then his expression darkens. Taking his hand from my pussy, he instead grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away from his cock. The sudden loss of his fingers and the pleasure they were building is so jarring that I barely even register that he also releases my other hand from the wall .
“So fucking infuriating,” he growls as he instead grabs my thigh and lifts it up with one angry yank.
With my leg up in that vulnerable position, I can feel the tip of Tristan’s cock brushing against my entrance. It sends pulses of pleasure through me. I ignore it and instead glare back at him.
“I’m infuriating?” I retort, yanking my other wrist out of his grip. “You?—”
He slams into me.
I gasp as his thick cock scrapes against my inner walls, creating the most insane friction. He draws out and then thrusts into me again. Deeper this time.
Pleasure curls around my spine as he sheaths himself fully inside me.
Throwing my head back, I rest it against the smooth wall.
My heart pounds against my ribs.
I start in surprise as Tristan suddenly wraps his free hand around my throat. Snapping my eyes open again, I whip my head back down to stare at him while he pulls out and then rams his cock inside me again.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you,” he orders.
His commanding voice splits the air like a gunshot. I can practically hear it echoing between the pale walls.
“Good,” he says, his hard green eyes locked on me. “Now, keep them there.”
Even though I do keep my eyes on him, he doesn’t remove his hand from my throat. His other also remains around my thigh, keeping me balancing on one leg as he pounds into me. I reach up between us and wrap my hands around his forearm in an effort to keep my balance.
Tristan studies the expression on my face. Then he lifts my leg up a little higher .
I gasp as the change in position makes his cock grind hard against my clit with every thrust.
Satisfaction glints in his eyes.
Keeping me like that, he fucks me so hard that my back hits the wall with a thud after every thrust. Tension builds inside me. I try to shift my position to relieve the bolts of pleasure that crackle through me every time he slams his cock into me, but his hands trap me helplessly in place.
My eyes flutter as the pleasure inside me builds.
Tristan picks up the pace. Moans and whimpers drip from my lips as he rails me against the wall. I try desperately to hold back as I spin uncontrollably towards an orgasm. I can’t let him win. I can’t?—
His cock hits a spot deep inside me, and pleasure ricochets through my body.
I suck in a sharp breath as release crashes into me. Tristan keeps fucking me without mercy. His cock grinds against my throbbing clit with every possessive thrust. It makes light flash before my eyes again.
But when the waves of pleasure die down, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he simply keeps fucking me towards another orgasm. Small flickers of pain ripple through my sensitive clit after the orgasm, but it’s quickly replaced by building pleasure again.
With my eyes still on his, I drag in unsteady breaths. I don’t know if I can survive another orgasm like this. My heart is going to give out. My brain is going to short-circuit.
If Tristan can see the pleading desperation in my eyes, he ignores it completely. Pleasure spikes through me with each hard thrust of his hips.
And the tension inside me keeps building. It thrashes behind my ribs like a thunderstorm. I think my legs are shaking. The world around me tilts, and I tighten my grip on Tristan’s forearm.
“Oh God,” I gasp out as I soar towards the edge of another orgasm.
“There you go again, pleading with God.” Unflinching power pulses in his eyes as he stares me down. “If you’re going to beg someone, it’s going to be me.”
His fingers suddenly squeeze my neck with expert precision, cutting off my air completely without causing pain.
I try to gasp in surprise, but I can’t get any air into my lungs.
Tristan’s commanding eyes bore into mine as he keeps fucking me like he owns me.
“I control your pleasure,” he says between each dominating thrust. “I control your body.” His fingers flex around my throat. “I control your life. Your very existence.”
I thought the lack of air was going to make me panic. I thought it was going to kill the pleasure thrumming inside me. But instead, it has the opposite effect.
Dark desire courses through me like liquid fire as Tristan chokes me and fucks me as if he’s a god. As if he’s my god.
My back hits the wall with soft thuds as he slams into me. I try to draw in a breath, but he keeps his hand firmly around my throat as he stares me down. My lungs burn. The tension trapped inside me is so violent that I think it’s going to rip me apart from the inside.
I need release.
I need air.
In that order.
Gripping his forearm hard, I stare up at him with pleading eyes.
For a few seconds, he just continues holding my gaze with those merciless eyes. As if he is enjoying the sight of my silent begging. As if he enjoys knowing that he holds my life in his hands right now.
Then he relaxes his grip on my throat.
Air floods my lungs.
And release slams into me so hard that my knees buckle.
Only Tristan’s hand around my throat keeps me from collapsing to the ground as the orgasm crashes through my limbs so hard that my legs shake. My pussy tightens around his cock, my inner walls fluttering with the waves of pleasure. He keeps fucking me through it, intensifying the orgasm and making me come so hard that my vision blacks out for a second.
“Tristan.” His name escapes my lips without permission. Drips from them like a moan.
He comes inside me.
His fingers dig into my thigh as release crashes over him as well. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and the feeling of it steals what little breath I had left.
I stare up into his eyes. Pleasure pulses across his face and swirls in his eyes like golden sparkles. My mouth drops open at the sight of it. Tristan doesn’t even seem to notice, because he’s staring at me with an equally incredulous look on his face.
For a little while, it’s as if nothing else exists. Not the loud music and the party still happening downstairs. Not even the pale guestroom around us. All that exists in this one moment in time is us. Me and him.
I came to this party because I knew that Tristan was going to be here. I came because I need to keep my side of the bargain and report Tristan’s movements to John, which is what I decided to name the strange man who approached me outside the police station. But I also came because I was angry. Angry with Tristan for screwing me over. I secretly wanted a confrontation with him. But I didn’t expect… this.
My brain feels like it has floated away. But even stranger, my chest feels… spacious. There is no other way to describe it. Right now, I don’t feel as if my ribcage is pressing in on my lungs, crushing the air out of them. Instead, I feel like I can breathe easy. Like there is room to breathe.
I feel free in a way that I never have before.
And it both terrifies me and angers me that Tristan is somehow the one who has managed to make me feel like that.
Still staring up at him with wide eyes, I open my mouth to say something. Though I haven’t figured out what yet.
Tristan must have been equally lost in his own head, because he suddenly jerks back a little and blinks hard.
Then he abruptly pulls his cock out and snatches his hands off my body as if it had burned him.
After three consecutive orgasms, my legs are so unsteady that I can’t manage to remain upright without his hands supporting me. So my knees simply buckle, and I crash down hard on the floor.
Bracing my palms on the smooth wooden floorboards, I take a second to drag in a deep breath before I crane my head back to look up at Tristan.
In the time it took me to do that, his expression has shifted. He no longer looks stunned. Or alarmed. Instead, there is only smug victory and cold power on his face as he stares down at me where I’m kneeling on the floor before him.
I brace my hands on my thighs, making an effort to get to my feet. But my muscles refuse to obey me.
The smirk on Tristan’s face grows .
Leaning down, he takes my chin in a commanding grip and then locks taunting eyes on me.
“You came first,” he announces. “And you came twice. Three times, if you count the one on the bed.”
He lets out a dark chuckle full of mockery. Then he releases my chin with a snap of his wrist that throws my head to the side. I slowly turn my head back towards him only to find that he is already walking away. Pausing at the door, he twists back and flashes me one last smirk.
“Game over, sweetheart.”