CHAPTER 18 #3
“Safe flight, you guys,” Tristan said, patting his brother on the back and giving Katie a kiss to her cheek. “Text me when you land.”
“Will do,” Jordan answered, grabbing Katie’s hand and leading her towards the truck.
“Love you guys!” Katie chimed, and Tessa’s breath hitched. Love. It felt so easy surrounded by him and his family.
“Let’s get inside,” Tristan said, placing a warm hand on Tessa’s lower back and ushering her inside. “It’s cold out.”
After a few minutes of fussing over cleaning up the remainder of the food and doing a few other domestic things that made Tessa’s heart soar, they found themselves sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace that Tristan had lit, Tristan with a beer and Tessa with a glass of wine.
“How are you feeling about everything?” she asked him tentatively.
“All over the place,” he said. “It’s like a part of me is relieved to know that I’m not crazy.
I was going insane trying to wrack my brain about if I really did take Testosterone and not remember,” he said with a laugh.
“It’s the craziest thing to have someone tell you that you did something you know you didn’t do.
But at the same time,” he takes a deep breath before continuing, “I’m angry and dejected.
How can someone be so selfish and evil? And how did I waste so much time on her?
How did she trick me so easily into thinking she was a normal girl? ”
“Narcissistic people are master manipulators, Trist. They’re abusive. They make you question everything. They know how to trick people. She knew exactly how to rope you in and how to make you stay. It’s not your fault.”
He sighs and shakes his head before reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it slowly.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Tessa letting Tristan sit with his thoughts, she puts her wine glass down and scoots closer to him, placing a soft, lingering kiss on his lips that makes him exhale and relax.
“I’m going to go get ready for bed,” she says slowly before giving him another kiss.
“Okay, I’ll put the fire out.”
She goes to stand up but he grabs her wrist and pulls her back down onto the couch, his hand finding her jaw.
“I want you naked and waiting for me,” he says sternly, and her heart skips a beat. “The way I’m about to eat your pussy is going to have you seeing fucking stars, baby.”
She tries to answer him, but no words come out, suddenly paralyzed by lust and anticipation.
Tristan helps her stand up and promptly gives her ass a hard smack, causing her to squeal.
“Go on,” he urges, a small smile on his lips.
She immediately goes upstairs and does as he says, quickly stripping her clothes and getting situated against the pillows, his words bouncing around in her head. She can already feel the telltale signs that her pussy is wet just from the thought of what he’s about to do to her.
Her breath catches when she hears his footsteps move up the stairs case, and then he’s in the door frame, just standing, staring, plotting.
She bites her lip nervously when he finally pushes off the doorframe and walks towards her. Before he reaches the bed, he tears his t-shirt off in one swift motion and then climbs on the bed, grabbing her knees to spread them wide so that he can settle between them.
Tristan sprawls out between her legs, pushes on her inner thighs to urge them open even wider, if that’s even possible.
“I love when you’re spread open for me like this,” he says breathlessly.
He takes his nose and gently runs it up her glistening slit, nudging her clit, and inhaling deeply.
Her cheeks redden furiously at the action, and she suddenly becomes very self-conscious that she’s been busy and running around all day.
Damn, I should have showered before he came up here, I didn’t know he’d do that.
But his words break her out of her negative thoughts, and her body fills with goosebumps.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he moans, giving her clit a firm, wet lick and inhaling again. “This fucking pussy drives me crazy.”
“Tristan,” she breaths out, unbridled lust coursing through her veins. “I need to feel your tongue on me, please,” she begs.
He decides he wants to watch her squirm and plead for mercy, so his touches and licks are teasingly gentle; just barely ghosting over her clit and she’s lifting her hips towards his face, but he just pulls back every time with a mischievous smile.
“Tristan, don’t torture me,” she warns.
“Oh baby, you look so good when you’re needy and desperate.”
He swipes his tongue again, letting the tip of his tongue dance ever so gently against her clit, letting a lazy trickle of saliva connect his tongue to her pussy as he pulls away, and the sight makes Tessa turn feral.
She abruptly sits up and pushes him against the bed onto his back, sprawled out on the bed completely helpless to her, and before he can make a move, she crawls on top of him and straddles his face. She sits her weight down on him, lining up her pussy with his mouth, and furiously begins grinding.
He moans out like a man whose been in the desert for days finally getting a taste of water, and his hands fly up to her hips and grips onto the supple flesh that he loves there so much. Every part of her is plush and soft, and it makes him go crazy.
His tongue works against her expertly, knowing exactly what she likes and what she needs. Tessa looks down at him as she grinds against his mouth, the filthy sounds of his mouth making out with her wet pussy and her shameless moans filling the room.
Within minutes she’s right at the edge, begging him not to stop.
His breathing turns heavy and his eyes get that determined, focused look that happens during games and her stomach twists with lust. He’s so fucking hot, dominating, and self-assured, even in regard to getting her off, and she loves it.
The beginning of her orgasm starts to creep up from her clit to the base of her spine, and a firm slap to her ass and Tristan moaning against her clit is what tips her over the edge.
Her body spasms and her head flies back, his name escaping her lips in a reverent whisper over and over again, until finally she comes down.
When she tries to crawl off of him, his hands on her hips keep her still.
“Stay on top of me,” he says, mouth glistening with her arousal, as he urges her body to move down his. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”
She gets the hint immediately and shimmies down his hard body until she gets to his throbbing hard cock that sits heavily against his stomach.
She grabs it firmly in her hand that looks tiny in comparison to the long, thick package he’s been blessed with, and when she slowly sits down on it, they both moan together so loudly it echoes off the walls.
“Atta girl,” he whispers, eyes turning dark. “Fuck this cock like the good little girl you are, huh?”
“God your mouth is filthy,” she moans out, placing her hands on his strong chest for leverage.
He smiles and lifts his hips up into her, causing her to gasp at how deep he can reach.
“You fucking love it,” he answers cockily, and she nods.
“Of course I fucking do,” she says begrudgingly with an eye roll.
“Don’t be a brat, Tessa,” he warns, one hand coming up to hold a full, heavy breast in his palm, the other snaking up around her throat.
She starts bucking against him harder.
He knows she loves his firm hand wrapped around the entirety of her throat, and she moans like she’s in a trance.
She leans into his hand and reaches down to circle her clit, already feeling the next orgasm starting to build.
“God you’re so fucking hot,” he says, his voice cracking. He’s right on the edge just like she is and silently prays that she gets there quickly because he’s about to lose control.
“Tristan…Oh God…I…”
Her orgasm hits her like a freight train. Every inch of her body explodes into a white light of ecstasy that has her vision blurring and she loses control of her voice and thoughts.
“Fuck!” she screams through the peak of it, eyes tightly shut. “Fuck…Tristan…I fucking love you…”
Her eyes fly open when the recognition of what she said hits, and she looks down at Tristan to watch him also register the words, and then he immediately comes and spills his thick, warm come into her, his body shuddering almost as frantically as his heart.
She’s frozen above him, hands still firmly planted on his chest, sitting completely on his dick, their pelvises flush together.
Her mouth is hanging open from shock with her cheeks bright red; a mix of the intensity of her orgasm and the embarrassment of what slipped out of her mouth at the peak of an earth-shattering orgasm.
When Tristan finally rides out the last waves of his own release, he looks up at her to see her panicked. He quickly grabs the back of her neck and pulls her mouth down to his, capturing her lips in a possessive, hungry, messy kiss that has her moaning all over again.
“I love you, Tessa,” he breaths against her lips, and he feels her body relax against him. “I’ve always fucking loved you.”
She buries her head into his neck and lets the emotions and adrenaline from their love making and admission of love wash over her, and her body starts shaking with tiny sobs. He wraps his arms around her and peppers affectionate kisses all over her shoulder and neck.
“Baby girl,” he whispers into her ear, urging her to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” she says, whipping her tears away.
“Don’t be sorry,” he says, kissing her wet cheeks, still holding her firmly against him so that she doesn’t try to climb away. “You can cry, honey, but it’s not bad tears, is it?”
“No,” she answers quickly. “No it’s just everything crashing down on me, I think. And by everything, I mean everything I’ve felt the past 10 years missing you.”
He takes a deep breath and nods knowingly before giving her a soft kiss.
“I know, I was so lost without you, baby. But I love you, Tessa. Always have. You’re it for me. Please tell me we’re going to make this work.”
She looks into his vulnerable green eyes and knows immediately that she will do anything to be with him, even if it means rearranging her life to look differently than she thought mere months ago.
“I’m not losing you again,” she whispers, “I love you.”