Everything I Want

by Natalie Barnes

Suddenly I feel brave and a little cocky. I want to wind up Tristan even more to see where it takes me. I tilt my head down to where my lips are grazing his scalp, I whisper to him, “Why did you tell him only twenty?” My breathing picks up as Tristan’s mouth is clamped down around my nipple. Having a smirk dance on my face I continue, “You can’t handle my pussy for longer than that.” Tristan rips his mouth off my nipple, causing a little pain at the suction being released. And using his hand on my throat, pushes my head tight against the wall. His gazes is dark and intense. His voice is deep and dangerous. “Your pussy is mine now.” He releases his other hand from my hair and unbuckles my jeans, sliding his hand down, cupping me he says, “This is mine.” He slides two fingers in, causing me to jump. “I can have it whenever, wherever. And don’t test me Sophia. I’ll fuck you all god damn night just to shut your smart mouth up. And I don’t give a fuck who comes out to watch.”

  He pulls his fingers out and in an instant undoes his pants. “Pull down your pants and face the wall,” he growls at me. I didn’t hesitate. I’m so ready for him to be inside me. I slide my jeans down to my thighs so I can only separate my legs by a couple of inches. I press my palms up on the ridged, cool brick wall, scrapping them a bit at Tristan’s force behind me.

  I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. He’s much larger than any guy that I slept with before. And I’m anticipating the feel of his cock tearing the inside of me. With a low growl noise coming from his throat. He places one hand firmly on my hip with the other twisting my hair tightly in his hand. He thrusts hard inside of me. “Ahh!” I moan so loudly. But I don’t care. His cock is stretching me, feeling him tear through my delicate area. Being like this with my legs only a few inches apart and his size, makes me feel like almost virginal. I start to buck back at him. Meeting him thrust for thrust. “Mmm . . . ” He groans. And he starts slamming into me harder and harder. Hearing him breathing hard makes my pussy even wetter. Hearing the slapping noises of him coming down on me, turns me on. He must notice it too, because all of a sudden he growls, “You’re so fucking wet. And that pussy is tight. Mmm . . . Fuck!”

  He bends over me and starts licking and kissing the nape of my neck and I move my head back and out of the way to give him easier access. “Fuck! Tristan!” I start moaning even louder. I can’t help it, my body begins to feel the tighten sensations deep within its core, and I know it’s coming. Hearing him grunt in my ear as he slams into me is about to send me over the edge. Breathlessly I moan, “I . . . I . . . ” But I can’t say anymore. I feel my body tightening and my core feeling like it’s exploding. “Ahh . . . ” I come hard, hard on him and he gives me a few more hard thrusts before I feel him pulsate inside me. “Fuck!” He whispers with his head falling down on mine.

  I feel like I just lost all strength. Tristan wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his chest.

  I’m spent. “I. Can’t,” I say with no breath, trying to grab my jeans to pull them up.

  Tristan notices and in seconds pulls my jeans up for me. But I don’t think he buttoned them.

  I feel a breeze blow across my chest, trying to pull my top together I realize that the buttons were gone. He must of pulled off his shirt because I feel him slipping it on me. I’m drunk and I just got hit with an intense orgasm. I can’t move. My head falls back onto Tristan’s shoulders and I feel him pick me up and cradle me.

  Part of me is saying “Get your ass up!” But I can’t.

  He takes a few steps, his breathing slowing down and I hear a vehicle pull up. My eyes so heavy, I try to open them but I can’t. All I can focus on at this moment is breathing in air.

  I can feel the heated leather of the seat on my back as Tristan lays me inside of the SUV. But I don’t say anything. Neither does he. I close my eyes and the last thing I hear is the door closing and Tristan saying something to Phil; then everything goes dark.

  Tristan is lifting me up out of the SUV. We’re in a parking garage. My head is heavy and my body feels weak. I can’t even lift my head off of him. Nestling my head on his bare chest, I fall back to sleep.

  I awake on a soft bed. I’m hot. I look down and notice a comforter on me. I press my legs together and realize that I have no pants on but I’m wearing a huge tee-shirt. It smells of Tristan. I inhale deeply for a second. Taking in the scent. I stretch out and bump my feet into Tristan legs. I didn’t forget how he took me out in the alley. Good. I wasn’t too drunk to forget, but everything afterward is a blur. I know I should get up and make my way back to my room, but I still feel too weak.

  I roll over to my side to get more comfortable and Tristan in his sleep mumbles something and reaches over to me, pulling me close. My eyes grow but I don’t try to break away. This isn’t so bad. Right? Last time I would be running for the hills, but now I feel content being here with him. I like it. Adjusting myself to be more comfortable I exhale and close my eyes again. With Tristan’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

  I awake to soft fingertips gently rubbing up my thigh. My eyes pop open and the sun is shining through the blinds. I feel Tristan’s scruffy face on my neck as he begins to nibble under my ear. Turning my body over slightly, I rub my eyes with my wrists.

  He gently kisses my lips real quick and pulls away. He places his hand on my stomach and gently begins to stroke circles on it. “Good girl.” He whispers. Opening my eyes, I stare back at him.

  “Wh—, what time is it?” My voice comes out in barely a whisper. He smiles down at me and glances over to the bedside clock. “Nine-thirty,” he says. Shit! I can’t believe I’m still here. Sitting up

  quickly, he stops rubbing me. Placing my hands on my head, I blow

  out a long breath. “Shit, Tristan . . . ” He now sits up too, with his

  back resting against the headboard. I turn to look over at him and he’s

  just sitting there, his eyes warm and soft but you could still see some

  tension in them.

  “Why” is all I can get out. He raises his eyebrow at me and grunts

  while shaking his head. He rubs his hands over his face real quick then

  drops them in his lap.

  “Why what, Sophia?” he asks, staring ahead at the blank wall.

  Grabbing the comforter, I pull it close to me. “Why do we keep doing

  this?”

  “Doing what? Fucking?” he says casually. Looking away out the

  window, I nod.

  Tristan let’s out an enervated breath. “I can’t stop.” He uses his

  index finger and thumb and gently holds my chin, turning my face

  toward him. He stares in my eyes for a moment before he continues.

  “And I don’t think you can either. I never had someone before, were I

  couldn’t get my fill.” His words make me feel like I want to melt in his

  touch. I say nothing and Tristan leans into me, kissing my lips gently.

  And I let him. Nothing as intense as last night, but almost like caring

  or something. I didn’t break away but took him. Parting my mouth

  slightly he eases his tongue inside.

  We gently start kissing each other before I pull away. His breathing

  began to pick up again, but instead of what he may have done last night.

  He lets me pull away. I say nothing else to him. I swing my legs over the

  side of the bed and stand. Scanning the room for my jeans. Tristan just watches me as I slide them up on me. I know I can’t

  take off his shirt. I feel my nipples rubbing against the fabric. He totally

  destroyed my top. I give him apologetic eyes and look down at my

  hands.

  “Tristan” is all I can say. I don’t really know what my mind or my

  body is feeling right now. I’m so confused.

  Looking up he gives me the same stare back and I know. Know to

  just get out now.

  I feel my pockets to make sure I have my room key this tim
e. I feel

  the key through my back pocket and know I’m good to leave. As I make my way to the door slowly, I look over my shoulder.

  Seeing only a part of him, shirtless, leaning against the headboard. “Um . . . See you later?” I hesitate to say. What do I say? Thanks for

  hanging out with me, thanks for the fuck?

  He doesn’t say anything and I open the bedroom door to make my

  way through.

  Closing the main door to the suite behind me, I rest against it.

  There’s no one in the hallway, which I’m so thankful for. Pulling my

  key card out, I have to figure out where my room is again. It says that

  I’m on the ninth floor. Okay . . .

  I start to walk down the hallway, holding myself tightly. What in

  the hell am I doing to myself? Should I just be civil with Tristan or keep

  doing this fucked up game of soirées that we’ve been doing?

  Chapter Twenty-four

  It’s almost two o’clock. I climb out of the bath tub, wrapping a towel around me. My body is sore. Part from what happened last night, and this morning when I got back, I decided to take Matt’s advice on the workout after drinking, for hangovers. Drying myself off, I slip into dark blue jeans, and a dark thin, long sleeve, cotton shirt. I pull my hair back into a loose, low sideways ponytail. I put on a little mascara and lip gloss after I brush my teeth. Simple and clean. I love it.

  Walking out into my mini suite, digging for my socks, my phone buzzes. Walking over to the side table, I just texted the guys before my bath that I would meet them down in the lobby at quarter to two. It’s only one thirty right now.

  I didn’t even bother to look at it once I picked up my phone. Instead I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my socks up, then lacing up my shoes. My phone goes off again! Rolling my eyes I pick it up as I start to zip up my bag to take downstairs.

  Shit! Two texts from Tristan. First one read,

  Lux just called. We’re flying out tonight instead of the bus. Broken or some shit.

  Then the second one says

  Hey!

  We’re flying now? I wonder if Lux said anything to rest of the guys yet? Sitting back down on the bed, I text Tristan back.

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  Okay Is that all I could think of? I’m sure I will be hearing more of the details when we get to the arena today. I hope.

  Sliding my phone into my back pocket, I pull my bag over my right shoulder and head out of the room. Walking through the lobby, I notice all of the boys, even Cory. Thank god! Waiting for me.

  Going up to Roger I say, “Did you know that we’re flying out tonight?”

  He gives me this odd look and shakes his head no. Hmm . . . That’s weird.

  “Oh?” I say, looking around at the other guys. “Why?” Roger gives me this questionable look.

  “Oh, I thought one of the buses were down or something.” I didn’t want to bring up Tristan’s text just yet.

  “Maybe one of us should call him and see.” Matt joins in as we start to walk out of the lobby.

  “Yeah I will after we get set up for tonight.” I reassured them.

  All of the crew is at the arena. The techs, roadies and all. Undead doesn’t have to be here yet, because all of the techs and roadies do everything for them. My band on the other hand, have to be here. We work with the roadies, but still have to do a lot of our own tune and set up.

  After we’re done, it’s around five. Before I meet up with Frankie to get ready, I go into the restroom and call Lux. It rings only twice before he picks up. “Please tell me everyone is there?” He sounds annoyed.

  “Yeah, everyone’s here. I just wanted to know, what’s going on with the buses? Are we flying out now?” Placing my hand on my hip, Lux quickly says, “Buses are fine. Some little glitch came up earlier, but everything is taken care of now.” What? I was getting ready to ask why Tristan would text me about flying out then, but Lux continued. “Some of the guys from Undead have a few days off. I told them that they can chill on the road with you guys, or maybe wait around in Seattle for a break ’til the next show. You see, they go right over to Europe after this leg of the tour, so I try to give them a little break.”

  Right now my mind is blank. Why would Tristan tell me that we’re flying?

  Maybe because he’s trying to scheme up a way to be around just me more? I shake the idea out of my head, but why else would he text that?

  “Oh, okay. I thought I heard that we’re all flying. Never mind.”

  Lux jumps back in. “I’m sorry, Sophia. With expenses, it’s easier for you guys to go by bus. They bring in more to the company. Obviously. But—” I cut Lux off. Shit! I don’t want him thinking I’m pissed or something. I was just trying to figure out Tristan’s text. Which I may know now that it was set up by him. Sneaky fucker. “Hey, don’t worry.” I start laughing a little, to ease Lux.

  “Someone must have misheard, that’s all. That’s why I called you. No worries. We’re cool. And everyone here is on their game.”

  Lux breathes out a sign of relief. We say our goodbyes and I hang up.

  Hmm . . . What am I going to say to Tristan? Like how am I going to ask him about lying. Because that’s pretty much what he did, didn’t he?

  I guess I’ll have to figure this shit out after the show. I really don’t know what to think about it? Part of my is flattered for Tristan actually wanting to be with me. But another part is like, why would he do that?

  Turning around the corner of the hallway, making my way to where Frankie is. I notice just down a bit, that Tristan and one of his techs are talking. I suddenly stop. I’m not ready to ask him about the flying thing. Whatever. I pick up my pace again, not looking at him, but at the door where I need to go. Acting like I’m not really paying attention, Tristan nods to the guy and starts walking up to me.

  Not saying anything, I keep my pace. He looks so incredibly good right now too. Clouding my head of the questions I need to ask him. But I’m only thinking about him being with me right now. Focusing on me.

  We walk together silently down the hall for just a few more steps before he gently grabs my elbow, making me come to a halt.

  Gazing up at him, he’s looking down at me. I love and hate how he takes his force with me. I quickly pull my arm away. Glaring now.

  “Why did you fucking lie about the buses? Are you psycho or something?” Wow. I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh like, but Tristan didn’t blanch. He just starts smiling at me, slowly. That sexy cocky smile of his.

  “I was going to explain more, but all you said was ‘okay’ back.”

  “What is it that you want from me?” Crossing my arms, it’s time to figure some things out!

  Tristan looks at me confused. Stepping back.

  “Nothing. It’s just that . . . Well, shit, Sophia! I like this.” He gestures his hand between us.

  “I know it came off shady about the text. But you left my room today so casually that I . . . I guess panicked.” Oh my god. Staring up at Tristan, his eyes look genuinely concerned. No more glaring or dominance. Instead it’s like he was scared or lost. That instantly makes me feel a little wet. I don’t know. Something about how powerful he is, and how crazy sexy he is too, but wanting to be around, what I think of myself a “plain Jane.”

  Shaking my head, trying to grasps it. “Wh— Why didn’t you just talk to me instead?”

  Rubbing his hands up and down on his face, he now looks a little irritated.

  “Fuck, I don’t know. I just know that I can’t get your fucking ass off my mind. And it’s pissing me off. I’m not use to this shit Sophia. I don’t know.” Okay, please take me now. Never had I ever would imagine this shit right now. Trying to play it cool I go on. “Well, Tristan, maybe if you would’ve just said, ‘Hey fly with me out to Seattle for a few days.’ Maybe I would’ve.”

  His cocky smile is back on, and he steps in closer to me.

  “No, you wouldn’t.�
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  Actually, I think he’s right. Gawd! He’s so right. This pull between us is so intense and raw, I never felt anything like this before. Looking away from him again, staring down at the floor I whisper, “I can’t.”

  Peering back up at him, his jaw clenches, but doesn’t say anything, so I go on.

  “I mean, this is my bands first tour. I can’t just fly out and stay at a hotel away from them, while they’re on the road. This has to be all of us together.” I think Tristan understands but is a little disappointed. He nods and backs away from me. He starts walking away in the other direction. I turn around to watch him walk away. Shrugging my shoulders, I let out a long breath.

  I kind of feel lost right now. I mean, should have I taken him up on his offer to join him. Part of me wonders all the things that we could be getting ourselves into for a few days. But I know to keep my distance from him too. This is just a tour. He is after all Tristan Scott, and ladies are what he knows. Just the thought at how many would be jumping for the offer blows my mind at how I just turned him down.

  Pushing open the door, I see Frankie applying mascara on himself in the mirror.

  I step inside and sit in the folding chair by the table. Frankie doesn’t look away at what he’s doing, instead he says, “Hey doll face.” I look over at my outfit for tonight, hanging on the rack. Leather shorts and a leather strapless corset top. It looks pretty fucking cool.

  When Frankie is done, he turns to me, leaning against the sink.

  “So . . . I came out last night, like around nine or something.” He waves his hand around in the air. “But the boys said you weren’t feeling well and went back to the hotel.” He pushes himself off the counter and slowly strides over to me. Panther-like.

  “So . . . I took it upon myself to check up on you. After all what are friends for . . . ”

  Thinking quickly in my head, I don’t remember receiving any texts or calls? “I got a key from the front desk.” Lifting his hands up defensively, he turns his nose up in the air.

  He looks back down at me, and bends on his knees right in front of me now. Raising his eyebrow up, he places his hands on my knees. “You weren’t there . . . ”