CHAPTER 14 #4
A surge of desperate needs flows through her body, and she feels a deep ache in her core that she hasn’t felt in years. She hasn’t been with anyone since Joseph, and that spark died long before they finally ended things.
“I can’t. Not while you have a girlfriend.”
“So you’re not going to let me kiss you right now?” he asks, his lips so close to hers it wouldn’t take much effort at all to move in just a little bit more…
“No,” she says forcefully, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back. “I won’t let you touch me unless you’re single.”
He huffs but then nods his head in understanding and lets his eyes linger over her.
Her chest is heaving, and he can see her nipples are hard through the thin material of her dress.
She has that telltale sign of when she’s turned on, where a pink blush creeps its way from her neck into her cheeks, and her blue eyes are dark with desire.
She wants him just as bad, he can see it, and that only makes his cock grow harder.
“Do you ever think about that night?” He asks, catching her off guard.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“When do you think about it?”
Her heart rate picks up now. She knows what he’s doing, and she can’t decide if she wants to play or not.
“At night, usually.”
“Hhhm. When you’re doing what?”
“Touching myself.”
Okay, she wants to play.
“Fuck, Tess,” he drops his head and lets a soft chuckle escape. “Show me.”
“What?”
Her eyes go wide and she pushes her thighs together, unconsciously and desperately trying to relieve the pulse in her clit that is becoming borderline painful.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me,” he orders, his voice even, stern, and confident.
Her cheeks are bright pink and she takes a nervous step back, not sure what to do or what to say. She’s never done that in front of anyone before. No one has ever asked her to. She’s never wanted to do that in front of any of the guys she dated.
Except now, apparently.
“Sit your pretty ass on that table,” he points behind her, and her head looks over her shoulder. She gulps but does as he says and backs up, perching on the edge of the large wooden table.
She almost protests when he steps towards her, but he puts his hands up in surrender, telling her that he is not going to do anything to her that she wouldn’t want.
Instead, he bends down to grab her ankle, and unstraps the heel, letting it fall gracefully from her foot and landing with a click on the floor. He does the same to the other side, maintain eye contact with her the whole time.
“Now scoot back,” he says, nodding his head for her to scoot back onto the table.
She does so, and he grabs her ankles again, this time picking them up and placing each foot wide on the table.
Her dress hangs loosely between her legs, covering the place he wants to see most, but exposing the fair skin of her thighs.
He takes a step back and nods approvingly at the site before him.
“Now lift your dress up and show me.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the alcohol she’s had tonight swim through her veins, willing it to give her the boost of confidence she needs to do this.
She wants to do this. She always wondered what kind of woman she would have turned into if she stayed with Tristan.
The men she dated after him were vanilla, at best.
“Tessa, sweetheart,” she opens her eyes to look at him, and he has his hand firmly gripping the erection tenting his black dress pants.
“I have always thought you were the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen, and now you’re a fucking woman, the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. I’m going to die over here, baby.”
She lets her eyes look down at his bulge and she can’t help but bite her lip in appreciation.
“Can you show me first?” She whispers, and he smiles, because of course he does. Tristan doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.
The clink of his belt is almost enough to give her courage, and she watches with a dry mouth as he unzips his pants, reaches into them before pushing them down low onto his thick thighs, and pulls his cock out.
And it’s huge.
Swollen, hard, leaking, and clearly begging to release.
“There’s no way that fit inside of me,” she blurts out, and he chuckles as he begins fisting his length.
“I made you sure you were good and ready, remember?”
She nods, and the memory of his face buried in her pussy and fingers stretching her is enough to have her hand creeping up her thigh. He notices the movement and decides to keep talking as he continues to fuck his hand while looking straight at her.
“I could barely fucking get it in, but you were so wet and soft, there was no way I wasn’t going to make it work.”
Her hand grips the hem of her dress that is draped perfectly over the apex of her thighs, and she slowly starts to lift it.
“Come on baby girl, let me see that pretty pussy.”
Tessa feels herself pulse at his words, words that she has replayed over and over in her head for a decade. So fucking pretty. I knew you would taste this good.
She finally lifts her dress to expose the black lacy panties she wore tonight, and he groans. “Move them to the side,” he orders. His hand has stopped moving, and his eyes are fixated on the way her delicate fingers dip into the side of her panties.
She takes a deep breath, and pulls them to the side, the cool air hitting her now exposed, wet, and swollen lips, and she gasps at the sensation.
“Oh, fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. “Look at you, fucking look at you, baby.”
He steps closer to get a better look, and his knees almost go out at the sight.
She looks exactly the same as he remembered, the same pussy he closes his eyes and sees when he needs to relieve himself, except now it’s almost bare with a perfectly groomed triangle of blonde hair on her pubic mound, and he has to fight every urge in his body not to lean down and run his nose through it.
“God, I need to come,” she whispers in agony. “I can’t believe you can still make me feel like this.”
“Touch it,” he demands, his hips starting to move to fuck his fist again. “Since you won’t let me help you.”
“Get rid of that bitch of a girlfriend and you can help me,” she says with a mischievous smile, running her middle finger down the center of her glistening opening.
“I’ll go do it right now, Tessa.”
“No, you’re going to finish what you started right now,” she says with a smile.
He was always able to make her do this – relax and give into whatever feels good. Whether that be sexually or finally shutting her schoolbooks to go to a party with him. She had been missing this side of herself for the past decade, the side of herself that only came out when he was around.
“Then you better get to fucking work,” he says. “Because I’m about to come just fucking look at you.”
Tessa starts moving two fingers now, up and down over her dripping wet lips, stopping at her clit to make small, firm circles, and she can’t help the whimper that escapes.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers, taking another step forward.
“No one ever makes me this wet,” she says in amazement, and he groans at her words, his balls throbbing and begging to be released.
“That’s because that’s my pussy,” he says sternly. “I had it first.”
“Tristan,” she whispers, her hips lifting off the table as her fingers sink deep inside.
“I mean it, Tessa.”
“Oh God. I need to come. It’s been so long since I’ve come.”
“Who the fuck have you been dating, angel?” his voice is angry, but his dick is angrier; his tip leaking and red, veins throbbing, balls tight up against his body.
“No one even close to you,” she says, her fingers pumping in and out rapidly.
“God, I can hear how wet you are,” he says. “I can fucking smell you,” he takes another step forward, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”
He suddenly drops to his knees in front of her, and she gasps.
“Tristan.”
“Please let me,” he literally begs, and she hesitates before nodding her head yes, and he gives her a long swipe of his tongue, causing her whole body to vibrate.
“Ohh fuuuuck,” she moans. “More.”
He attacks her pussy with his mouth and tongue, all while he continues to pump himself faster, right on the brink, and he can tell that she is too.
He groans loudly against her, his tongue firm and wet against her clit, and she’s grinding her hips furiously into his face.
“Gonna come,” he stutters. “Need you there with me.”
She grabs his head and holds him steady against her, lifting her hips and whispering, “suck on my clit,” before he does just that, and she throws herself back onto the table, her body convulsing, legs bending, back arching off the table.
“Tristan! OH my God!”
With two final pumps of his fist, he spills out onto the floor, groaning like a cave man, rubbing his mouth and his chin, and nose, all over her, coating his face in her release.
It takes them both a solid minute to come down from their orgasm, and he finally stands on shaking legs.
He looks down at her, still in her dress, but with it bunched at her waist, panties still pulled to the side and exposing her pussy to him.
Her face is red and flushed, her eyes glazed over from desire.
“Can I kiss you now?” he asks.
“No.”
He chuckles at her and pulls her up by her hands, helping resituate her panties before finding her heels and slipping them back on for her.
“You gonna clean that up?” she asks teasingly, pointing to the very healthy amount of his release on the floor.
“There’s D1 athletes in there,” he says with a smile. “Would be a shame for it to go to waste.”
“Clean it up, football man.”
He smiles widely before finding an already opened roll of paper towels tucked in the corner along with the other cleaning supplies, and he bends down to clean up the evidence of just how much she turned him on, before tossing it into the trash.
He takes her hands in his, helping her down from the table, before smoothing out her dress and placing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“I’m going to make this right,” he says. “I’m not going to lose you again.”
“You didn’t lose me,” Tessa whispers. “I’m the one who walked away.”
“Well, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
“Tristan?!”
Phillip’s voice comes from down the hallway, and they both look at each other in a panic.
Tristan quickly opens the door and pulls Phillip inside. His eyes adjust to his surroundings before looking awkwardly between Tessa and Tristan.
“It smells like sex in here.”
Tessa groans and covers her face while Tristan smiles like a kid on Christmas.
“It smells like almost sex in here,” he answers, and Phillip rolls his eyes.
“Okay well I’m two seconds away from kicking Kiana out of this party. Would you go handle that shit, please?”
Tessa stiffens beside Tristan, and he sighs before nodding regretfully at Phillip.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Phillip leaves the room and Tristan turns towards Tessa.
“You go out first,” she says shyly, unable to make eye contact.
He grabs her by the waist before placing another kiss to the top of her head and walking out the door, closing it behind him.
Tessa leans against the door and takes a deep breath, letting everything that just happened process, until she decides she’s ready to go out and face whatever the aftermath of this encounter will be.