by Tiana Cole
“Cum hard for me, Tristan. Cum like I’m the only girl who ever mattered to you.”
Tristan looked at her with dazed eyes. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and shoulders. He grunted heavily as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.
"Oh, God, Cassidy, yes!" he cried. He reared up and down on the bed, trying to ram her even faster. He knew he was losing control as her hands snaked around his back and held onto him like a vise.
"I'm going to cum!"
"I’m cumming too, baby!”
Their bodies trembled as they surrendered to the elusive feeling. Tristan jerked and flailed as the powerful ejection rendered him exhausted and drained. Cassidy twitched as her own orgasm sent her into a lethargic state. She clung to him like a drowning child, never wanting to let go.
When their breathing returned to normal, Cassidy made the first move to get out of his arms. She had to. She didn’t know if he was still angry with her. If she didn’t leave now, she may never want to leave again.
Tristan pulled her back and held her against his chest.
“I missed you, Cass. Don’t ever disappear that way again.”
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked with a sigh of relief.
The enormity of her mistake overwhelmed her. He was innocent of everything she assumed him to be, but there was still something that he was not truthful about.
“You never told me you were a fucking billionaire,” she accused.
“Oh, Cass! I never told you because I knew that would scare you away. You were always so anxious about what you didn’t have… too proud to accept any of my offers to help. Being rich only means I can pursue what I love most… my photography. And, if you’ll let me, I’d like to spend the rest of my life making you a part of mine.”
Cassidy hardly believed what she was hearing. It was everything she'd always wanted, but she remembered lying to him earlier when she'd first arrived. She wanted no more secrets between them.
“I really haven’t been working long as an escort. Tonight was my first time on the job, and I’m glad it was you.”
“No more secrets, then?” Tristan asked softly.
Her eyes were shining like stars as she looked up into his face.
“I have one more secret that you should know about,” she said.
“What one more secret?”
Cassidy hesitated for just a moment. Would he bow out now? Was this the test of his commitment to her? “I… you… we’re…” No more secrets. She didn’t know how to say it. “You’re a father, Tristan,” she finally blurted out.
“I what? Cassidy how could you keep this from me? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you were a liar and a cheater. Tristan, I’m so sorry. But, look…” She rummaged in her bag for her wallet. She pulled out the photo from the plastic cover and handed it to Tristan. “Her name is Dee.”
“Dee,” he whispered. “Dee Jones-Dell. It sounds good doesn’t it?”
Cassidy gave him a questioning look. “Johnson. Dee Johnson.”
Tristan placed his hand on her shoulder. His grey-green eyes looked into hers. “We’ll change that, if you’re willing.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Cassidy asked. Today she’d experienced so many changes and reversals that right now she just needed bluntness.
Tristan took her hand, then knelt before her. “Cassidy, will you have me? Will you take me and make me yours forever?”
“Yes,” she said no hesitation in her voice. “Tristan, yes.”
They looked into each other’s eyes with amazement. It was all happening so fast.
“Cassidy Jones-Dell and Dee Jones-Dell. They both have a great ring. Memorable names. Is that the name you’ll use as a writer?” His eyes twinkled.
He hadn’t forgotten. Cassidy was so filled with emotion she was speechless. Tristan wasn’t a liar. He didn’t cheat. He knew and honored her secret desire. She couldn’t imagine a more perfect mate. He caressed her cheek gently, then lifted her head up to his. His lips parted as they met hers. Cassidy felt bolts of electricity shoot through her body. Tristan touched her neck. He ran his fingers through her dark curls. Continuing the kiss, he undid her robe and let it fall.
Cassidy felt a deep warmth as she stood naked pressed against his body. It wasn’t the hot lust of the past hour, it was something deep, deep in her heart. She felt an overwhelming desire to please him. He was her man. The idea of it roamed in her brain. She was ready to give him whatever he wanted. Tristan wrapped his strong arms around her and pressed her against his chest.
“Cassidy,” he murmured in that husky voice she loved. “We’re going to make a fine family.”
She felt his cock push against her inside his jeans. She broke their embrace and knelt before him, all her feelings ready to pour into lovemaking for this man. All that time he’d looked for her and she’d been so proud she hadn’t even told him he was a father.
She undid his fly and gently pushed down his jeans and his underwear. She took his shaft in her hands and caressed him. She kissed him up one side and down the other, and he gave a soft moan of pleasure. She put her lips to the tip and gently, almost teasingly, kissed him. She licked his tip with her tongue, then followed the line of his shaft down to his balls with her tongue and back up again.
Tristan moaned louder and ran his fingers through her hair. She felt her nipples harden as he ran his hands down her neck to trace her collar bone. Something deep inside awakened in Cassidy. She felt her body, every inch of it, was his. She was ready to please him. She took his shaft in her mouth. Her lips pushed against the sides as she took him in deeper.
“Wait,” Tristan commanded. He reached down and pulled her up, his eyes blazing with desire. He took her hand and led her to the mattress. “I want to look at you. Not through the camera as a subject. I want to look at you as Cassidy. Cassidy Johnson… Cassidy Jones-Dell.”
She lay down on the mattress as he stood above her, his erection in complete readiness. “You are so beautiful,” he said breathlessly.
He lay down beside her and his strong hands caressed her breasts. He fingered her nipples. She felt waves of passion surge through her. Her loins were on fire and wet with wanting. His hands brushed her abdomen and trailed down to the dark patch. His fingers combed her lightly, then pressed in to caress her labia full with the want of him. His fingers pushed inside and Cassidy trembled. She felt the waves take over her body as he continued to press and probe. His thumb gently caressed her nub in tiny circles, and as her waves built the circles became more vigorous.
Cassidy moaned and then cried out in pleasure. “Tristan, this is all for you. There’s no one but you.” Then she was lost in her cumming.
Tristan raised his body over hers. His shaft found her eager opening. He gently pushed in.
“Oh, yes,” Cassidy whispered. “Yes, I want you inside me.”
He pushed deeper as her walls pulsed around him as if pulling him in. His whole length entered deep. Cassidy gasped in pleasure as she burst around him. Tristan’s thrusts became rhythmic and deep, and she moved her hips in perfect rhythm to match them. It was long and deep. She had never experienced such intense pleasure. Her entire body was his now and forever. She felt her arousal build with his thrusts as his balls paced a rhythm against her.
“Tristan,” she cried in delight. “I’m going to cum!”
“So am I,” he growled into her neck.
Their passion built to a frenzy of movement. She felt him erupt and felt the hot load explode inside of her as her passion peaked.
He rolled to the side and held her in his arms, sweat on his brow and breathing labored from his intense release. “Dee,” he said. “I want to see Dee.”
Cassidy felt her heart swell. The two people she cared about most would finally be joined together. She thought her heart couldn’t be happier.
Chapter Fourteen
Tristan couldn’t wait for the next plane out of New York. He made several phon
e calls before he and Cass spent the entire night discussing and resolving everything that had happened between them. When his phone rang and his personal travel agent informed him that everything had been arranged, he was like a small boy who couldn’t wait for his gifts on Christmas morning.
He wouldn’t let Cassidy leave, saying that they could shop when they reached their destination. He threw on some clothes, picked up his car keys, and ushered Cassidy to the elevator and down to the basement of the Carlton.
“We don’t have to do this today,” Cassidy argued.
“No! We have to. You’ve been keeping your secret for over a year now. It’s not fair to me. I want to see my little girl,” Tristan eagerly replied.
He drove like a madman in the direction of JFK International, but made a sudden U-turn just before they reached the ramp leading to the airport.
“Um, I think we should have kept going straight,” a surprised Cassidy said. “The airport exit was back there.”
“We’re not going to the airport,” he replied as he drove straight to a private hangar where a man dressed in a pilot's uniform approached him.
“You hired a private jet?” Cassidy asked in surprise, eyeing the sleek aircraft with its door wide open.
“It’s a company jet,” Tristan replied as he ushered her inside the plane’s interior. “We’ll get there faster. A limo will pick us up at the airport and drive us straight to your parents’ house.”
He didn’t say much during the entire flight, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Cassidy was coming to terms with the way he made his money work for him. She could have never imagined when she woke up yesterday that in less than twenty-four hours she would be on her way back home in a private jet owned by his lucrative company.
Tristan held her hand in silence and Cassidy relaxed in the comfort of the jet’s spacious seating. She had no idea flying could be so comfortable. The only flights Cassidy had ever taken were cramped coach seats on commercial airlines. Even a short flight made her knees ache. Boarding had also been incredibly easy. No long lines; they simply entered the jet and the crew prepared for takeoff. Cassidy quickly realized how easily she could get used to this way of traveling.
An idea struck her suddenly. She reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook. Tristan was lost in thought. She would be, too. She opened to a blank page and thought about both Alabama and the future husband sitting by her side. She flipped back to her notes about the boy in the gas station and started writing, not stopping until they landed.
Tristan watched her close the notebook. “A new story?”
“No, it’s a story from way back, but I think I have it now. The whole story is in my head. I know the ending. All I have to do is keep writing.”
“Cass, you’ll have all the time you need to finish that story and all of the others I know you have inside that creative head of yours.” He ran his fingers through her curls. “I know what it’s like to have an idea, and then have the whole of it blossom. I’m planning on attending your first book signing and every one that follows.”
How had she ever doubted this man? He seemed to know what was in her head, even before the thought was fully formed in her own mind. She felt that warmth in her heart. She wondered how Dee was doing. It’d been weeks since she last saw her baby. Tristan’s reaction when she told him about her was one of absolute shock and incredulity, followed by joy and excitement.
Cassidy called her mom at 30,000 feet up in the air to tell them they were coming. Mom wanted to hear the whole story, and Cassidy promised she would tell both her and dad when they reached Tuscaloosa.
Tristan walked up to the gate leading to her parents’ house with huge strides. His face was alight with so much anticipation. Cassidy was half running, trying to keep pace with him. Her father opened the door with an inviting smile. Cassidy hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He shook hands with Tristan as she made the formal introductions.
“Mom just gave the baby a bath and will bring her down shortly,” her dad announced. “Can you take a seat while I go get them, Tristan?”
Her dad was always the cool one. He didn’t let the idea of entertaining a billionaire inside his house faze him at all. Here, in his home, he was the king. Cassidy led Tristan to the living room and stayed beside him, afraid her dad might give Tristan the third degree.
Cassidy heard Mom’s footsteps as she came down the stairs. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with fear. What if Dee didn’t recognize her after all these weeks? The baby was wide-eyed and bouncy in Mom’s arms. She looked at the newcomers with her curious grey-green eyes. Recognition set in when she saw Cassidy. She reached out her plump little arms towards her, demanding to be carried.
“Oh, Dee, I missed you so much!” Cassidy crooned as she embraced her baby tightly. She sank her face into Dee’s chest, breathing in that sweet baby smell.
Dee held on to her neck as Cassidy rained kisses on her head. Then, as if remembering there was someone else in the room with them, she struggled and twisted her small little body in the direction where Tristan stood, wide-eyed and awed.
Their eyes met for the very first time. Tristan felt a strange intense emotion he'd never felt before. He approached them slowly, not wanting to scare the little girl. He reached out his trembling hand, his eyes welling with tears, and touched her dark hair that was just beginning to curl.
“Dee,” he said. “My daughter.”
He glanced at Cassidy, his wet eyes full of wonder. “She’s almost as beautiful as you.”
It wasn’t difficult to see the resemblance between them. No one would ever deny that those eyes were his, too.
“Tristan, meet your daughter,” Cassidy said as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Nothing ever felt as perfect as when he drew nearer and enfolded both girls in the sanctuary of his loving arms. They were a family now and forever.
About The Author
Tiana Cole is a young writer who only recently began having her stories published. At only 30-years-old, Tiana plans to continue her writing for many years to come and seems to have a never ending stream of unique story ideas. Tiana was raised in New York City and currently resides in a small apartment house in Philadelphia with her two adorable cats. She's yet to meet Mr. Right, but in the meantime enjoys depicting him in her various interracial stories!