Wicked Knight

by Tierney O'Malley

  “To each their own, Tristan. We can't make anyone like something we do, and the same thing for them.”

  “I know. That's why I gave this place up—to live in busy Manhattan. That's where she wanted to be, so there we stayed. But it wasn't good enough. After our divorce, I spent most of my waking hours here. The view, tranquility before sunrise and sunset, helped me clear my mind. This,” he moved his hand, palm up, in a sweeping motion, “gave me reason to enjoy life again.”

  “Glad to hear that. So this place is your private solitude.”

  “My sanctuary.”

  “Why did you bring me here?”

  There. She asked the question that had been nagging him.

  “I think it has to do with seeing you stare at the mountains and the Sound many times before. I figured, like me, you can see what I am seeing when I look around me.”

  Bullshit. If he were honest, he'd say he wanted her to be close to him. Closer than skin-to-skin.

  “Thank you. You made me feel special.” Her voice was as smooth as the surface of the water.

  “You are special.” It must have been the heater in the hut, but he could see her cheeks color, even with the pale moonlight. He tucked a loose tendril of hair behind her ear and touched her ear, causing her generously curved lips to part.

  Tristan's body responded full force at the thought of what he could do with her lovely mouth. With her long slender legs, full breasts, and thick vivid lips, no one could argue that Julie was an attractive woman, but her inner person, the part of her that was kind and caring, loving and expressive, knowledgeable and funny, exciting and witty, made her a great package. The need to touch her lips was so strong he couldn't help but press his thumb to them. “And you are beautiful.”

  “Beautiful enough to be kissed?”

  “Hell, yeah.” Tristan's arm encircled her slim waist, one hand above the rise of her well-rounded ass. He smiled at the surprised look on her face before lowering his head for a kiss.

  Julie didn't resist. She moaned against his mouth, both hands on the side of his head. Since their short embrace in the kitchen this afternoon, he'd been walking with a boner. He even considered spending time in the bathroom to ease his pain, but he knew his own hand would not douse his burning need to taste and touch Julie again. As long as she was around, there wouldn't be any solution to his problem but to touch her. Really touch her. Having Julie in the house was worse than watching a pornographic movie. Damn, they'd be staying together for a week. That meant a week of torture from having to walk around with a stiff dick.

  Julie sucked his lower lip while he enjoyed her upper plump one. When she moved her mouth, he took advantage and plunged his tongue deep inside her warm mouth. God, she feels wonderful and tastes so damn good, too. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

  Tristan feasted on her mouth. He kissed her like a hungry man who spent years in isolation and was only given an hour to spend with a woman.

  The appetites and passions of their bodies marked their kisses. When he finally left her warm mouth, he buried his head against her neck and sucked hard on her skin. He moved lower and kissed the silky smooth skin just above the rise of her breast.

  He heard Julie whimper and the sexually exciting sound urged him to continue. He knew better though. Fuck. If he didn't stop now, he'd take her here on the custom-made bed big enough for two. He had the bed made so he could spend hours here. Now, if let his urges rule his head, he'd use it to make love—with Julie.

  “Julie, love. We need to stop.”

  Julie combed his hair with her fingers, her nails scratching his scalp. “Why?”

  “Because...” He hooked his thumbs on the hem of her shirt and lifted it. Through her white lace bra, he sucked her already hard nipple. It wasn't enough. Before he thought better of it, he unhooked her bra. As soon as the cups loosened, he lifted them to expose her exquisite breasts. He groaned. Just as he imagined...they were perfect. Pressing his face in between her breasts, he inhaled her scent. “Julie...”

  “Yes. Please, don't stop.”

  Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. The moment was too good to let pass. Opening his mouth, he captured one nipple and sucked it gently while he massaged the other. Too good, he thought. And he wanted more.

  Letting go of her breast, he followed the path down her belly. With his fingers pointing downward, he snaked them inside her jeans to cup her mound. Kissing her again, he whispered, “Julie, love. We really must stop now.”

  “No. I want this.”

  Growling into her mouth, he thrust his tongue so deep, he thought he'd spill his semen inside his pants. “Love, I want this, too.”

  In record time, he divested them both of their clothes.

  All he wanted to do was throw her on the bed he strategically placed in the corner and make love with her savagely. Instead, he lowered her on top like the special woman she was. Without taking his gaze off her dark green eyes, he covered her body with his.

  He hardened from the contact. She felt smooth and soft beneath him. Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. Driving deep inside her pussy was all he could think of, but he fought the urge. He'd make sure Julie reached her orgasm first.

  “Kiss me,” Julie whispered. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlit hut.

  “Yes, baby. I'll kiss you—every part of you.” Reclaiming her lips, he crushed her to him with shocking hunger. He had dreamed about this. Touching, kissing, and being alone with her. A dream that became his fantasy. His brain told him to end the moment, but his other head's dictate was stronger. Julie's hips grinding against him made it even harder to pull away from her. How could he resist the temptation from a willing woman? A woman he had wanted for so long? He slanted his head to better penetrate her mouth with his tongue.

  Julie gripped his hair while she matched him kiss for kiss. Nudging her leg with his knee, he settled in between. He groaned against her neck when her long legs wrapped around his hips, locking their bodies together. The length of his throbbing dick pressed against her warm pussy. “You're driving me crazy.”

  * * * *

  Until today, she didn't realize how deep her attraction for Tristan was. So deep, she was one hundred percent willing to give him the honor of breaking her hymen, taking her virginity, regardless of what she had always believed in—love first, marriage second and then sex. Lord, last time she'd felt lust was during her high school senior prom. And it wasn't as strong as this.

  A warning bell sounded at the back of her head, telling her to push Tristan away, but her body wouldn't cooperate. It was telling her to do just the opposite.

  Tristan thrust his hips, rubbing his length against her while their mouths remained clamped together. Each time he moved his body, the very center of her own body ached for fulfillment. She wanted more than just his cock against her. She wanted him inside.

  She'd masturbated before, given herself an orgasm, but never used a toy to experience what having a man's dick moving inside her might be like. She wanted that feeling now. Tristan wrapped his body around her like a warm blanket. Their closeness was like taking a strong cough syrup, shutting out the unpleasant feelings, leaving only the heady sensation. Dear Lord, he was hard all over.

  Tristan's kisses became urgent and probing. His lips explored her neck, throat, earlobe and finally, the shape of her breasts. The moment his lips clamped around her nipple, her body arched forward. While his mouth sucked her nipple, he lifted his body a fraction.

  “Tristan...”

  “Easy, love.” His hand reached down to touch her clit and then began stroking her.

  Aroused, she opened her legs wider. Julie wanted an even deeper ecstasy. She wanted to come. And what's more, she wanted him.

  This is it. If she were going to give up her virginity, it would be with Tristan Knight. What was the difference between Tristan and the other men she let peck and kiss her? Big difference. With Tristan, her body wasn't the only part involved, but also her heart.

 
Her heart? Oh my God. I'm in love.

  Julie grabbed Tristan's face, forcing him to look her straight in the eye.

  “What's wrong, love. Had a change of mind?” He smiled wryly.

  “No. Have I told you how handsome you are?” Don't think right now. Face the consequences later.

  Tristan kissed her lips. “No. I don't pay much attention to my handsomeness.”

  “I suppose that is good. Just so you know though, you are.”

  “Thank you. Now, do you want to hear what I think about you?”

  “No. Not right now. What I want is...”

  As if he could read her mind and body begging for his touch, he suckled her nipple. Julie released a soft moan surging against her breast. “I love what you're doing to me.” No one had ever done this to her before. She heard, read, and had seen a XXX movie that made her hot and wet...but to actually feel a man's tongue flicking her nipple, sucking the hardened pebble, including her areola, squeezing her breast as he pulled her flesh with his mouth—indescribable, unimaginable, wonderful.

  Tristan gave her other breast the same attention. The feeling was exquisite, but her mind focused on the pressure of his erection against her pussy. She ran her hands along the length of his back, feeling the corded muscles move beneath her palms.

  For a doctor, Tristan was all muscle.

  Tristan ground his hips the way one would when making love. She cupped his butt and felt his muscles contract as he moved his hips. He gave her breast another hard suck, then his mouth returned to kiss her mouth deeply. Wet and searching, his tongue moved inside her mouth, stroking her own.

  “Love, are you certain you want to do this?” Tristan asked, breathing hard on her neck.

  Ah, what a knight. She could tell he wanted this as much as she wanted their bodies to become one, but he asked. Without a doubt, she knew he would stop if she told him to. Such a gentleman.

  “Yes. One hundred and one percent, yes. You are the one making me mad. Tristan...Oh. My. God.” Her first reaction to his invading finger was to clamp her legs together, but his hips stopped her from doing so.

  “No, love. Let me touch you.”

  Heart pounding, she opened her legs and then touched her hot pulsating pussy. “I've wanted to do this since I laid eyes on you, since you started pestering me, stunting my potential relationships with the women you drove away. God, Julie, you're so beautiful.” With his middle finger, he penetrated her. “Sweet, sweet, Julie.”

  Even on the precipice of plunging to a deep nothingness, Tristan's words seeped into her mind. I've wanted to do this since I laid eyes on you... Julie smiled. Hope that Tristan liked her more than a friend floated in her mind.

  With that wondrous thought, she relaxed her thighs to welcome his invasion. “I want you to touch me. Yesss...”

  Tristan's tongue dipping in and out of her mouth mimicked his finger's movements. Getting finger fucked by a man, she thought, was way better than doing it on her own.

  “Tristan, this is heaven.” Julie shivered and bucked when Tristan pressed his thumb against her clit.

  “I know, love, I know.” He licked her lips before sticking his tongue inside, moving it from side to side.

  “Hmmm...” Julie couldn't think. She could only feel. What was happening far exceeded her imagination and everything she thought she knew about lovemaking. Her breasts tingled and there was a delicious sensation in her most private parts better than the times she touched herself, which made her burn and groan. She felt at any moment she would burst into a ball of fire. Her mouth opened, giving Tristan access to probe and taste. Tristan's tongue swept inside repeatedly. Julie thought she would die from the pleasure. Kisses rained all over her face, neck and shoulders in earnest. She thought she was in heaven until Tristan forced another finger inside her, jolting Julie's senses back down to earth because of the pain. Then pleasure quickly replaced the discomfort as soon as he started pumping in slow rhythm. She moaned. Never in her twenty-five years had she experienced something like this.

  She felt feverish from the newly discovered joy when Tristan stopped. His body turned rigid. “Tristan, what is it?” His fingers slid out of her pussy.

  He continued kissing her lips with such gentleness. “Love, I felt your maidenhead. You're a virgin.”

  Heat suffused her cheeks. No doubt, she looked like a ripe strawberry with her face red from embarrassment. “Tristan, I...well, is that bad?”

  “No. Virgins in this day and age are scarce. What is bad is if you don't want to really give it up right now but are embarrassed to say so.”

  “I'm ready, Tristan.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Do I have to beg?”

  “How you managed to stay a virgin this long, I have no idea, but I do know that I am honored to accept, to be the recipient, to be your first. I won't hurt you, Julie. Promise.”

  “I know.”

  Something in Tristan's eyes twinkled as he smiled. She loved staring at his blue eyes the way she loved watching the sunrise. They provided warmth, happiness, grateful feelings, and reminders that she was lucky to be alive.

  “You will not regret this,” Tristan whispered, before dipping his mouth for a scorching kiss.

  Without inhibitions, Julie opened her legs wider, giving herself to him like an offering, with all her heart, body, and soul. His mouth was hot on her neck, jaw, chin, and cheeks. When he finally melded their mouths together, she thought her heart doubled its size. If his mouth was busy, his hands were even busier.

  He ran his fingers along her arms, sides, kneading her flesh gently. Julie cried out when he began sucking her hard nipples again. This, she thought, must be her weakness.

  Wet swirling tongue covered her nipple, replacing his expert thumb. Tristan laved and licked her and he did it repeatedly, like a hungry lion. Every part of Tristan was busy moving. Hands roaming, mouth caressing, hips thrusting, pressing his hard cock against her aching clit. The erotic movement teased her clitoris. It was so titillating, she wanted to cry from the pleasure consuming her whole body. The feeling was so great and yet, he was just rubbing her. She couldn't imagine something better than this.

  This, she thought, is better than Oreos. Yet, as virginal as she was, she knew this was just the beginning. “I want you inside.”

  “Love, I want nothing else, but I want you to be ready. I want you slick, weeping, and so hot you won't feel the pain at all when I take you.”

  “I am ready. If I get any hotter, I'll burst like a ball of fire.”

  “Patience is a virtue, love.” Tristan ran his tongue between her breasts, then scooted down, leaving wet trails of kisses along her chest and stomach. “Hmm...so good.” And then his finger dipped inside her.

  Julie gasped from the excitement brought by Tristan's finger slowly moving inside her, and for finding out how good finger fucking was. “Yes.” Julie writhed and clawed the sheets from anticipation. “Tristan, stop torturing me, please.”

  “Look at me.”

  Julie forced her eyes open. Tristan's chest was heaving. He looked magnificent, like a warrior on a battlefield. His nostrils flaring, he ran his hand down her thigh. “Come back to me. Kiss me again.”

  He kissed her knees and the inside of her thighs. “Touch yourself, Julie.”

  “What?”

  “I want you to pleasure yourself while I watch. Use your one hand to cup your breast and the other on your pussy.”

  “Tristan...”

  “Do it, love. I want to see you, watch you come.” He moved his fingers in and out of her, changing his tempo from fast to slow.

  Burning, Julie snaked her hand down until she reached her pubic hair.

  “Lower,” Tristan whispered. “Spread your lips. Fuck, you're wet. Now, play with your clit.”

  Julie moaned when she touched her clitoris. She'd masturbated many times in the past, but never while someone was watching. Inhibitions and shame gone, she began to put pressure on her distended nub using her middle finger.r />
  The other hand covering her breast, she began pleasuring herself. She moved her hips, meeting Tristan's fingers. “Tristan.”

  “Yes, baby, I'm here. You can do it. Come for me, baby. Yes, move your ass.”

  Julie felt his fingers slip out of her, but he was back even before she took a deep breath. He used his other hand this time while he licked his juice-covered fingers. He reached for her breast and squeezed.

  “This feels so good.” She moaned the words.

  “I know. You're almost there, baby. I can feel you contracting.”

  Julie was close to reaching orgasm. She quickened her movements and concentrated on the one spot that she knew would bring her to the highest peak. “Oh, oh, I'm coming. Don't stop. Please don't stop.” And then she felt it—the beginning of her orgasm.

  She screamed Tristan's name as pleasure built higher and higher inside her.

  Tristan shifted, lowered his head, and sucked her pussy. He spread her so wide, she thought she'd break. Of course, she didn't. Even if she did, she wouldn't have noticed. The pleasure of having Tristan's head between her legs consumed her and so she hardly cared about the rest. Only his wicked tongue and his equally wicked fingers.

  Only him.

  And the rippling sensation of her orgasm.

  Tristan slithered back up until he was parallel with her. “Hang onto me, baby.”

  Julie obliged. She gripped Tristan's shoulders and sucked in her breath as she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance.

  “Pain?”

  “No. Pleasure. Now, Tristan, please...”

  Tristan groaned into her neck, then he thrust. Julie felt like she was being torn apart, but Tristan soothed her pain with his kisses. “Jesus, you're so tight. I... Don't let go, love.”

  Never, Julie told herself. Never. She clung to him and rode the tide of passion, savoring their union. Each thrust, nips on her neck, Tristan's hand on her breast, took her to the highest peak, until she thought she'd die before she could reach the top.