by Cassy Roop
He looked at me for a few seconds before I heard him mutter, “Fuck it.” The next second his crashed his lips to mine. His tongue darted out to reach past my lips as I opened for him. He tasted like brandy and male. Placing his hand on the back of my head he tilted me deepening our kiss. It felt like he was trying to crawl inside of me. We ravished each other like we were starving and were finally receiving nourishment. It created a hunger in me so deep I could feel my body respond. I could feel the heat in my core and my wetness becoming thicker between my legs.
“Oh my God, Kendall,” Tristan moaned in between kisses, “you taste so good. I want to taste the rest of you. I want to run my tongue over every curve. I want you so hot with need that you beg me to let you come. I want to watch you come Kendall as you scream my name. I…I can’t stop. Tell me to stop, Kendall.”
“No,” I moaned. “Don’t stop Tristan.”
He grabbed me behind my thighs and lifted me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. This caused his erection to line up right with my aching core. I could feel my clit throb with the need for friction. I rubbed myself against him causing him to moan.
“You are so incredibly beautiful, Kendall. Tell me you want me too. Tell me you feel how much you want me.”
“I want you, Tristan, I want to feel you.”
Tristan never let me go as he stormed to the master suite. Once inside he shut the door and spun me around pinning me up against it. His mouth found the curve of my neck as he gently licked and sucked on my sensitive skin. My whole body trembled with want and need. I was fueled completely by my desire for him.
I reached for his shirt and tore it open, causing the buttons to fly everywhere. I ran my hands across his hard, smooth chest up to his shoulders to push his shirt down his arms. After placing me on my unsteady feet, he spun me around to face the wall. Dropping down to his knees, he peppered hot wet kisses over my back that was exposed through my dress. When he reached the small of my back he grabbed the hem of my dress and worked it up over my hips. When he stood back up, he lifted the dress up over my head leaving me in my black lacy bra and matching thong.
Tristan wrapped his arms around my chest and ran his hands over my breasts. He grasped one nipple between his fingers and gently rolled causing me gasp as a delicious tingle ran down to my already aching clit.
I tipped at the waist causing my backside to come in contact with his steel erection. I could feel his cock straining against the zipper of his pants. Tristan moaned and it made me even hotter.
Grabbing my hand, Tristan led me over toward the massive bed in the center of the room. The view of the city outside the window caused lights to dance across our skin. When we reached the bed, I reached out to undo his buckle. My fingers trembled as I tried to unfasten the button. After several failed attempts, Tristan placed his hands on mine and helped relieve the button, slowly allowing the fabric to slide down his legs.
I took in the sight of a nearly naked Tristan. He was all hard muscle and smooth skin. He had that incredibly sexy muscular “V” shape that lead down to his manhood. I could see just how aroused he really was as his cock strained against the fabric of his black silk boxers. I reached down and gently caressed the head of his erection with my fingers. Tristan let out a hiss and reached for my hands to stop me.
He reached behind me and unclasped my bra allowing it to slide down my arms and fall to the floor. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my thong, he gently pushed my panties down my hips, allowing his fingers to leave a hot trail down my legs as he went.
I stepped out of my thong as Tristan stood back up. His hands made a slow path over my skin as he reached for one breast and bent down to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled around it causing it to pucker into a tight nub.
“Oh God!” I gasped. I had never been turned on like this in my life. Tristan released one nipple and gave the same amount of concentration to the other. When he released it, he brought his mouth back up to place a searing hot kiss on my mouth.
“I want to taste you, Angel,” he said.
“Yes, please,” I panted.
Tristan gently laid me down on the bed without ever breaking our kiss. He placed one knee between my legs nudging me open as he pressed his body into mine. Tristan ran his mouth down my neck and chest stopping to nibble, bite and tease along the way.
In my mind I knew where he was heading. Where I was once a bundle of searing heat, I was now becoming a bundle of nerves. As he made his way down to the most intimate part of me, I started to panic. I had never done “that” deed with a man before. I have only had one lover before and that was Brett. He never went down on me. Come to think of it, there was never any real foreplay unless I was the one performing for him. Sex with Brett was never a satisfying event for me.
What if I wasn’t satisfying for Tristan? There were so many times when Brett said I was “cold” or “boring” in bed. Would I be like that for Tristan? He had so much experience and I did not. I didn’t want to be a disappointment for him.
As Tristan got closer and closer to where I was so desperately aching for him, my breathing started to speed. I could feel sweat start to pool on my skin. I reached down and grabbed his biceps.
“Tristan, wait.”
Chapter 10
Tristian
I cannot believe this was happening. I have dreamed of this every day for the past eight years. Kendall’s body feels every bit as wonderful as I imagined it would be. This woman had become an addiction to me. She had started to consume my every thought to the point I felt possessed. I knew when we came up to the penthouse to talk that I would not be able to fight with myself to stay away from her any longer.
Now there we were laying on her bed. Our bodies were going to connect in an all-consuming way that just thinking about it sent tremors through my body. I had a driving need to claim her. I had to erase every memory that Brett left her with. I wanted to replace him in her mind with a memory that only I could give.
After breathlessly breaking our kiss, I trailed my mouth down her neck to her breasts. I suck each beaded pebble into my mouth. Her moans sent a searing hot desire in me and fueled me to do everything in my power to bring her nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.
I traced my mouth down the valley of her breasts to placed hot, wet kisses on her stomach. I wanted to taste her.
I needed to taste her.
I began to make my descent down to the damp apex of her legs and I suddenly felt her stiffen. Was I rushing this too fast? Should I slow down?
I paused briefly before I continued my decent, giving her time to adjust to the event that was about to happen. I grew even more excited the closer I got to her damp, moist folds.
All of a sudden I was thrown out of my luscious thoughts of Kendall’s body as she grasped my biceps with both of her hands. Her grip signaled to me fear instead of passion. Her next words nearly gutted me.
“Tristan, wait.”
I felt her body start to tremble. I could tell she was scared. I looked up to find her staring at me with wide eyes. She looked like a scared rabbit that was being chased by its prey. The image nearly broke me. I wanted to bring her passion, not fear.
Lifting up, I made my way to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. I lifted my body off of hers and lay down next to her, propping myself up on my arm so I could still look at her.
“What is it, Angel? If you have changed your mind, just tell me. We don’t have to continue. We’ll stop right here if you want,” I offered.
“It’s…It’s…God this is so embarrassing,” she said as she turned her head away from me.
I grasped her chin forcing her to look at me. I could feel that she was holding back. I wanted her to tell me everything that was going on inside of her.
“Angel, you can tell me anything. Please just talk to me.” I pleaded with her.
“I’m not that experienced,” she whispered.
I was elated. Hearing her say that she hadn’t been with many men made
me feel ecstatic and relieved. I didn’t want to imagine anyone touching her before me. Ever. It was bad enough that I had the knowledge of what Brett did to her.
I stilled suddenly.
Fuck!
Was she trying to tell me that he hadn’t been with anyone since him? That bastard did a number on this beautiful woman. I needed her to tell me. I was dying to know if what I was thinking was true.
“So you aren’t experienced, Angel. Trust me that is not a bad thing.” I tried to smile, but deep down I was being ripped in two with thought of her and Brett. “In fact, I’m pretty fucking happy about that Kendall.”
She looked at me strangely for a moment as if trying to decide to tell me more or not.
Please tell me, Angel. I need to hear it from you so I can fix it. So I can fix you. I pleaded silently with her to tell me.
“I have only been with one person. Let’s just say that the experience was something I could have done without,” Kendall said meekly. “He…he never did that to me. No one has done that to me,” she said as she gestured down between her thighs.
Fuck. Fuck you Brett for destroying this woman.
I smiled at her. I gently rubbed my thumb across her lips that were still swollen from my kisses. I wanted nothing more than to delve deep into her and fuck Brett’s memory away, but from the scared look she gave me I knew that I need to take it slow with her.
“Kendall, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but if you would let me, I would like to…take care of you,” I said as a splayed my hands on her chest. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart.
“Sweetheart, I promise I will not hurt you. I only want to bring you pleasure. I want nothing more than to watch the gleam in your eyes and you come undone with my tongue. I promise it will only be good for you.” I said to her. I meant every word. If I could just get her to trust me and know that I was not him, I would do anything.
“I trust you.”
My whole world changed with those three words. I knew this was a huge deal with her. I have spent the last eight years learning about her through my contacts. I knew she did not let people in because of what happened to her. The only person that had been able to break through her walls was Cassie.
I lifted myself and got up. I walked down to the end of the bed and gently grabbed her by the ankles to tug her toward me. Her eyes told me everything she was thinking. She was scared, excited and nervous all in one. Seeing my intentions she scooted down toward the foot of the bed. I sank down to my knees, and I gently pulled her to where her ass and the edge of the bed met, spreading her legs.
I started by running my hands up the backs of her calves. I could feel her tremble with anticipation. I bent down to place gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, gently sucking and biting a trail up to where I could see the evidence of her arousal. I inhaled her musky scent. I had never been this turned on by a woman before.
“Relax, Kendall,” I whispered as I felt her tighten. “Only pleasure, Ok?
She nodded rapidly as she dropped from her elbows, allowing her back to rest on the bed. I took one finger and gently stroked her folds. She was so wet and I wanted her more that I wanted to breathe. She let out a small gasp at the gentle touch I placed on her satin flesh.
Ever so slowly, I leaned down to replace my fingers with my tongue as I licked her folds that were now swollen with her desire.
“Oh my God,” Kendall moaned as her back arched off the bed. She was so responsive to just the slighted touch. This fueled my desire to bring her earth shattering pleasure. I slowly increased the pressure of my tongue and picked up speed as I circled her pulsing clit.
Her breaths were coming in short pants. I felt her hands reach down and tangle in my hair urging me on. I took one finger and gently stroked the tight depths of her core.
“Kendall, look at me baby. I want to see your eyes as you come,” I demanded between licks.
She lifted up to look down at me. Her swollen mouth was open as she took in the sight of me pleasuring her. Just a few more swipes of my tongue and she shattered into my mouth.
“Tristan!” she yelled as her orgasm overtook her. I continued with my tongue and finger as she rode out her orgasm. I slowed gently and looked up to find her laying back on the bed and her breathing still coming in rapid pants.
“Oh my God. Wow. That was amazing. I never knew it could feel like that,” she said breathlessly.
I smiled. Mission accomplished.
I got up from my perched spot on the floor and reached for her hands to help her up. I guided her back to the head of the bed and pulled the covers back and gestured for her to get in.
When she got in I covered her up by placing the duvet across her body. She looked at me with question trying to understand why I wasn’t joining her.
“Tristan, aren’t you…aren’t we going to...” she asked shyly. I cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
“Not tonight.”
She looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes. I know she was confused by my actions. Watching her come undone had been one of the most beautiful, erotic experiences of my life. For the first time in my life I cared about someone else’s pleasure more than my own. I had no doubt that once I sank myself into her that I would never want to let her go. I was such a selfish bastard for wanting this girl.
“Wh-what about you?” she asked meekly.
“I’m fine, Angel. Tonight was all about you. Let’s just take it slow, ok?”
She answered me with a simple nod. I know she was hurt, but I couldn’t tell her the real reason why I could not be with her now.
“Kendall,” I said as I sank down and sat next to her on the bed, “it is not that I do not want to. I do. I want you more than anything, but tonight was just about you. Trust me when I say that I enjoyed tonight more than you know.” I smiled.
She smiled back at me.
God she is so beautiful when she does that.
I leaned in to place a slow light kiss on her gorgeous lips before I rose up from the bed. “Get some beauty sleep, Angel. You owe me a date tomorrow night for the grand opening ball. I won’t have you blaming me for lack of rest,” I teased.
“See you tomorrow. Angel,” as I walked out of the master bedroom. I paused just outside her door.
You are such a prick, Tristan. When she finds out about you, she will hate you. You will destroy this girl all over again.
One more week. I cannot wait. My body ripples with excitement whenever I think about finally getting out of here and seeing her. I know her body is going to feel as good as it did almost ten years ago.
I can only see one thing, or should I say person standing in my way of having Kendall. Tristan. Tristan fucking Price.
My source tells me that things are heating up between them. He even has her working for him? Does he really think that is going to keep me away? If it weren’t for him interfering those years ago, I would been with Kendall all this time. She would have gotten into my car when I approached her outside of work and I would have taken her somewhere where no one would bother us again.
It always seems like someone is trying to keep us apart. First her parents, then Tristan. Did I not prove that I wouldn’t let anyone keep me from her? I will eliminate Tristan from the picture just like I did her parents.
I’m grateful to my dad for stepping in after what happened with Kendall’s parents. He knows how heartbroken I was over Kendall. He honestly believes I did it in self-defense and that is how he got me the best lawyer to have my charged dropped from murder to involuntary manslaughter. Even my step-mother believes me. She took my side when my step brother kept trying to tell my parents that there was something wrong with me.
There is nothing wrong with me. The only thing wrong is that so much time I could have had being with Kendall has been spent wasted in here.
God I hate him for interfering with my plan that day! This is all his fault! I wouldn’t even be in here if he would have just let me take her
that day. Damn you Tristan. I will have my girl. I will take her back from you just like you took her from me. You will pay for what you did. Oh yes dear brother, you will pay.
Chapter 11
Kendall
I found it hard to sleep when Tristan left me alone in my room last night. My emotions were conflicted because I was both satisfied and frustrated and hurt at the same time. I thought for sure that after Tristan made me come, that he would make love to me. I was begging him to in my mind. I have never felt such pleasure as I did last night with Tristan.
Even as the sun rose through my suite window, I could feel the tingling of my skin from where he touched me. I still felt hot and damp in the apex of my thighs where I still ached to feel him. My body felt like a hot, fiery furnace that could catch these sheets on fire at any moment.
I got up from bed and made my way to the bathroom. I decided that maybe a long hot soak in the luxurious tub would help ease some of my tension. I poured in some vanilla scented bubble bath and was just about to step out of my robe and into the tub when I heard the doorbell to the suite ring.
I pulled my robe closed and padded barefoot to the main part of the penthouse. Cassie must still be asleep. I did not see her after Tristan left last night, then again I never left my room.
I opened the door to find a bellhop holding a bouquet of daisies. The young kid smiled at me shyly as I opened the door.
“Good morning, Ma’am. I am sorry to interrupt, but these arrived for you a short while ago,” he said as he started to hand me the flowers. I took them from him and set them on the small table.
“Wait right here, I’ll be right back,” I said as I hurried to my room to grab my purse. Tristan told us that there was no need for Cassie or me to tip the employees of the hotel and that all gratuity was included in our stay. I felt guilty about not giving them something, so I always did anyway despite Tristan.