CHAPTER 19 #3
“What are we supposed to do when I go back to New York?” she asks with a sarcastic shrug, letting a tear slip down her cheek.
“How often could we realistically see each other? I mean, you travel so much and I have strict deadlines that I need to meet, and how would we determine who flies out to see who and when should-”
“Tess,” Tristan cuts her off rambling and gently grabs her chin in his hand, turning her face and locking it under his gaze. “I’m going to be real fucking honest with you, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers, leaning into the solid warmth of his hand on her face.
“I don’t want to do long distance. I need you with me, all the time, as much as possible.
When I told you I wasn’t going to live without you again, I meant it.
You’re not slipping through my fingers. I’ve had you to myself all this time.
We’ve basically been living together the past month, and you think I can just send you back?
Like I’d be able to breathe without you? ”
Tessa’s stomach fills with butterflies and her lashes flutter under his intense gaze.
Everything inside of her is screaming to throw herself at him – literally and figuratively.
To rewire her whole life for him, but there’s a part of her that doesn’t want to give up everything she’s built for herself.
“Tristan, I don’t want you to think for one second I would be okay living without you. Experiencing this life with you and having this love come back, leaving is the last thing I want to do. But my job – my career, my apartment and everything in it. There’s just so many things that I-”
“I don’t understand why you think you can’t have everything you want and still have me,” Tristan says, fear etched all over his face.
“Who says you can’t keep your career? I know the NY Times is a dream publication but there’s plenty of others who would be begging to get you on their team and let you live in Kansas.
And I’ll fucking buy your apartment in New York, you can fucking keep it for whenever you need to travel back for work or whenever I’m on the off season who can stay there.
I don’t give a shit, Tessa. But I’m not letting you run from me again. ”
“Tristan, I-”
“I’ll get traded,” Tristan blurts out, and Tessa’s eyes grow big as saucers. “I’ll get traded to the Jets or the Giants, or even the fucking Bills, Tessa. I’d play for the Bills if it meant we stayed together.”
“Tristan, no,” she says immediately. “I would never make you do that. I would never want you to do that. You’ve been with the Titans for so long, it’s the only team you’ve played for and they worship you here.”
“To be fair, they’d worship me anywhere,” he says with a wink and she shakes her head with a small smile tugging at her lips, which settles Tristan’s nerves slightly.
“I would never make you leave the Titans,” she says solemnly.
“Well I’m not losing you. And I’m also not having you live anywhere but here, with me, in this house. You want a bigger house? I’ll buy you a bigger house.”
“Tristan,” Tessa blushes and tries to hide her smile.
“I’ll buy you a big house, Tess. With lots of rooms so we can have a bunch of babies.”
She lets out a little gasp at the mention of babies, and something in her chest feels like it breaks wide open, and another tear falls down her face.
“You heard me, Smith,” he says firmly, his hand now gripping the back of her neck, making her skin tingle.
“If you stay here with me like I want you to, like I need you to,” he leans in and ghosts his lips over her neck, and her eyes flutter closed, “I’ll treat you so good, baby girl.
Anything you want or need, it’s yours. Including my last name,” his warm tongue makes it’s way down her neck to her shoulder, where he gives the soft flesh a firm bite, and a moan escapes her lips, “And my D1 babies.”
“Well how could I say no to that?” she says with a breathless giggle.
He pulls back slightly to look into her eyes and holds a nervous breath before asking, “So does that mean you’ll stay?”
She is silent for a beat, causing his anxiety to skyrocket, but the look in her eyes that are hooded with desire and the effects of the alcohol she consumed, he feels himself immediately ease.
“It means I want to,” she says. “And that I’ll call my boss tomorrow to see if there’s a possibility that I can stay here and still keep my spot as a senior journalist. And if he says no…I guess I’m willing to explore other options.”
Tristan feels his chest swell with hope, and he takes her hands in his, squeezing them gently.
“I swear we can figure this out, Tess. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you keep your career, but I need you here baby. I need your home to be here with me. Not in some tiny apartment in New York where your stuck-up ex is hiding around every corner.”
Tessa laughs and leans into his broad frame, and he wraps his arms around her instantly.
“Well, since this is my home now, I suppose I should make myself comfortable.”
Tessa stands up and unzips the little black dress she has on, letting it fall to the floor revealing that she is braless and wearing a tiny pair of red lace panties.
Tristan’s mouth hangs open, his eyes burning over every inch of her skin and she smiles wickedly at him before walking away towards the bathroom.
“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” he asks, standing up quickly as if she’s going to disappear.
“Taking a shower,” she says innocent, hooking her thumbs into the side of her panties and sliding them down her long legs. “You wanna watch?”
She doesn’t give him a chance to answer and walks straight into the large bathroom, turning on the warm water in the shower, and stepping inside.
He walks heavily into the bathroom seconds later, his eyes immediately finding her though the clear glass.
He watches as she gathers her hair into a messy bun to keep it dry and begins lathering her slick skin with her vanilla scented body wash that has been in the shower since the second night she spent here with him.
Tristan takes a seat on the edge of the tub across from the shower, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt and watching with a throbbing cock as she continues to put on a show for him, lathering up her skin and washing away the suds under the heavy stream of the shower head.
Tristan stands up to unbutton his pants but completely stills when he watches one of her tiny hands slip between her thighs, and a throaty moan bounces off the echoing shower walls.
“Shit,” he whispers to himself, palming himself desperately through his pants.
Tessa slowly runs her delicate fingers through her pussy, which is now hot and wet and desperate for Tristan, but she’s having too much fun watching him attempt to relieve what she’s sure is a painfully hard erection.
“Trist,” she whispers, her eyes meeting his in a seductive dance as they dance between his face and the bulge in his pants. “You have no idea how many times I touched myself thinking about you when we were apart.”
“I've got myself off in that very shower thinking about you.”
She hisses as her fingers bump against her clit and she lets out a shaky breath.
“This shower?” she asks, giving him an innocent flutter of her eyelashes.
“My cum has been all over that shower floor baby. All because of you.”
“What did you used to think about?” she asks, her breath catching in her throat as she watches him unzip his pants and push them to the floor, slowly undressing, keeping his eyes fixated on her.
“I used to think about the night I first had you,” he says, removing all his clothes and standing tall, shoulders back and proud, and taking his throbbing cock in his hand.
“About how sweet your pussy was in my mouth and how goddamn tight you were around me. You were so tight I could barely get it in at first, but it was so good, so sweet.”
He takes a few steps towards her, standing in the opening of the shower, but not entering.
Tessa’s lashes flutter closed as she slides two fingers inside of her soaked opening, her hips instantly bucking forward to increase the sensation building in her belly.
“But most of all,” he says, taking his first step inside of the large shower, “I thought about what I would do to you if I had you again. If you were really mine. And guess what, princess?”
Tristan takes her hand from between her legs and pins it against the shower wall behind her.
“Now I have you again. And you’re mine. And this time you’re not fucking going anywhere.”
“So what are you gonna do to me?” she asks, her words coming out on a single breath with a little whimper when she looks down at his leaking cock.
“Turn around,” he says simply, nodding towards the wall.
She complies immediately, turning to face the wall with hands firmly planted against it.
She jumps slightly when she feels his large hands on her hips and he gently coaxes her backwards so that her back is arched and ass is out, and he kicks her feet apart, rendering her open, exposed, and vulnerable to him.
“What am I going to do to you?” he repeats her question in a low hum that she feels deep in her bones.
He drops slowly to kneel behind her, his hands on each ass cheek, gently spreading her open, and she moans loudly when she feels his tongue swipe at her opening.
“I’m gonna start with my favorite thing – eating your pussy until you’re shaking…”
She starts grinding back against his face greedily and frantically, shuddering a heavy sigh when his tongue flicks across her swollen clit.
“And then…” he pulls back slightly, just enough for her to hear his words, but close enough that she can still feel his breath against her. “And then I’m going to fuck you against the wall until you’re begging me for mercy, baby.”
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers, wiggling herself backwards trying to find his tongue again.
“I love it when you’re like this,” he says, diving back into her and hungrily licking up every inch of her. “So needy and desperate and so fucking wet.”
“You’re the only one who gets me like this,” Tessa says, her breathing accelerating as Tristan alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking her clit between his lips, and she can feel her orgasm barreling towards her at lightning speed.
“You make me feel…oh God…Trist…” she barely holds herself up through the orgasm ripping through her, feeling Tristan burying his face, essentially suffocating himself between her legs only heightening the sensation.
But he abruptly pulls away before she’s even fully recovered from the last wave of pleasure, and she gasps when she feels him grasp at the back of her neck with one hand and his other splays out against her hip.
“I make you feel what, Tessa?” he groans into her ear. “Say it.”
“You make me feel like…I can’t, Tristan…”
He notches himself at the still quivering opening of her pussy and teases the head against her, and she whimpers.
“Please…”
“Say the word, Tessa,” his fingers dig into her hips and she desperately tries to grind against him.
“But I don’t know what I’m trying to say…” she whines.
He suddenly pulls her against him, her back flush against his front, and he grips her chin to turn her face towards him, claiming her mouth in a messy kiss full of tongues and desperate moans as they both give into the almost unbearable desire flowing through their bodies.
“You’re a little slut for me, aren’t you baby?”
Her breath hitches and she nods rapidly, her pussy clenching violently at the word.
“Tristan, fuck me, please.”
“Not until you say it. Be my good little girl, Tess. Tell me how fucking mine you are.”
He slips two fingers into her mouth, his other hand firmly on her throat, and a pure lightning bolt of desire shoots through her body, and she can literally feel her wetness dripping out of her at this point.
“I get so desperate for your cock, Trist,” she whispers, and she feels him smiling against her neck. “I love being a slut for you. Only for you.”
“Only for me, baby.”
He pushes inside of her in one bursting motion, needing to get himself inside of her before he comes down her legs without even being inside of her.
He gently puts her hands back against the wall and pulls her ass out, and she eagerly arches her back and bounces back against him, causing a deep and feral groan to escape from his lips.
“You should see your ass right now, baby,” he says, slapping down a firm hand against her, seeing the instant pink tint against her skin at the contact. “Look at you, Tess, bouncing against me like such a good fucking girl.”
“Trist,” she moans through gritted teeth. “I’m close. I want you to come on me.”
“You know I only come inside your sweet pussy, Tess,” Tristan says quickly, increasing the punishing rhythm, the sound of her slick ass slapping against his pelvis only spurring her on.
“Just this once,” she begs, looking at him over her shoulder.
Tristan looks back down at the perfect ass that is bouncing and jiggling against him with each thrust, and his hands greedily grip at the supple flesh.
“Tell me when you’re coming,” he says. “And I’ll come with you, all over this perfect ass.”
Tessa starts bouncing against him harder now, taking one of her hands off the wall to circle around her clit, and she’s detonating within seconds.
“I’m coming Trist,” she screams. “Fuck, I’m coming so hard!”
He’s only two strokes behind her and quickly pulls his cock out and pumps himself all over her ass and arched back, watching in amazement of how beautiful the site is and how much come he was able to get out, wanting to see as much of her covered in him as possible.
“God damn,” he whispers, taking his hand and rubbing his release gently and lovingly against her skin, causing her to smile to herself as she attempts to regulate her breathing.
After a few moments of admiring her like this, Tristan turns her around and crushes her to his chest, and she happily buries her head into the crook of his neck, having to stand on her tip toes to do so.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers into her hair. “You’re staying. Here. With me. Got it?”
“Yes,” she says back instantly. “You’re my home now, Trist. You always have been. I just had to stop running and find my way back."