Tristan: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Candy Quinn

  What the hell did I just do? Like a sudden second wind on the edge of sleep, my eyes spring open, and I stare at the hulking stranger next to me. I just let him cum inside me. I’m not on the pill, and he didn’t use a condom. I just gave in to every wild instinct in my body and let him ravage me out in the wilderness.

  The thought of all that make my pussy warm again, but he’s not awake to keep those rational thoughts at bay. Oh my god, I’m fucked!

  I reach into my shorts quietly and dig out my cellphone before crawling out of the tent and step towards the car, calling home and putting the phone to my ear.

  Silence.

  “Shit,” I mutter. There’s no cell service out here. I really am stranded.

  It’s strange, feeling so terrified now of all times. Maybe it’s the dark, but I feel gripped by nervousness. What have I done? Swallowing hard, I run my hands through my hair.

  I just let a stranger cum in me out in the middle of nowhere.

  4

  “Sienna? Sienna, wake up!”

  I feel the warm sunlight on my face as I become aware of Tristan’s voice speaking to me, and my heart sinks immediately as I remember my sudden panic last night. I sit up suddenly, then nearly fall back over in the back seat of his car where I’d dozed off last night.

  “Shit,” I mutter, rubbing my eyes as he helps me out of the car and to my feet. I’m dressed only in the shorts I pulled on, but the summer air is warm enough around me that I don’t mind.

  “Everything okay?” he asks, a concerned look on his face once I’m up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “You slept out here all night, did you?”

  “S-sorry,” I mutter, a hint of guilt in my voice as I get the hair out of my eyes and do my best to smooth it. It’s going to be interesting keeping it tidy on this road trip. “I guess I kind of...had a moment.”

  He doesn’t look convinced, and he puts his hands on my shoulders with a sincerely concerned look on that gorgeous fucking face of his. I want him to grab me and kiss me, punish me for being so disobedient, and for a moment, I think I see a hint of it under the surface, but instead, he raises an eyebrow at me.

  “A moment? Are you sure you’re alright? When you weren’t beside me this morning, I was worried I’d gone farther than you’d wanted last night.”

  “N-no!” I said, my eyes widening. “No, I...I’m not sure what got into me. I think it’s just the shock of leaving home and everything else behind so quickly, without warning.”

  He smiles and relaxes, taking one of my hands into his and kissing it gently, his warm breath on my knuckles as he draws me closer and cups a hand under my breast. “We can always go back, doll. I can drop you off at your house and be out of your life forever, if you want, no questions asked.”

  “No,” I reply softly, shaking my head, “you didn’t do anything wrong, Tristan. I don’t regret anything. I’m glad I came with you. If not for you, I would still be at the diner feeling sorry for myself. I’m tired of waiting around for my life to change—I’ve got to make things happen for myself. And you’re helping me do that, you know.”

  He grins, then sweeps me off my feet suddenly, carrying me to the front seat where my bra and shirt are waiting for me. I suddenly realize he’s already put away the camp and packed it up—I must have slept through it all. He could have just driven off, but he wanted to make sure I was okay. I feel my heart warming at the thought of him taking care of me like that, and I smile quietly to myself.

  “Good,” he says, hopping into the driver’s seat, “because it’s a long drive to Crescent City.”

  About an hour into the drive, I remark something about my stomach rumbling, and we pull over at a diner along the road. It’s a pokey little place that reminds me of the job I just walked out on. As we settle in and the waitress takes our orders, Tristan eyes the menu a bit and gives a bright and charming smile.

  “A couple of mimosas for us,” he orders, his eyes glittering with confidence. I hide my surprise, but to my shock, the waitress doesn’t ID us, and I can tell by the look on her face that she’s disarmed by Tristan’s charm. As she bustles away, I grin at him.

  “Are you even legal for that?”

  “Back home, sure, why should here be any different?” he says with that same grin that makes my heart flutter. He’s only wearing a t-shirt this morning, and with his sleepy hair, he somehow looks even hotter than he did in his button-down. “Don’t worry. I’ve even come up with a fun cover story for us. Oh, our lovely waitress is coming back—just play along!” he whispers rapidly. The woman comes back and Tristan reaches across the table to take my hand, then tells her, “What is your most celebratory breakfast, madam? You see, we just got engaged and we’re heading up to Oregon to tell her parents, and we’re very excited.”

  I have to fight to keep my jaw from dropping, and my pussy warms at the ease with which he stakes his claim on me. It was a stupid lie, but my mind can’t help but flash to the thought of him taking me as his wife, fucking me silly after a honeymoon…

  For a moment the waitress looks ever so slightly downcast to find that Tristan is apparently taken, but then she just squeals with delight and says excitedly, “Oh my goodness gracious, how sweet! Can I see the ring? How wonderful!”

  My heart sinks as I realize the flaw in Tristan’s plan — we have no ring — but without missing a beat he simply replies, “Oh, it’s being specially constructed in Monaco as we speak! Only the very best for my princess!”

  Damn, he’s good at this. The waitress looks to me with a knowing wink and smiles. “Oh, you’re a lucky girl, you know!”

  I blush, turning my face aside and giggling. “Oh believe me, I know!”

  About an hour and a huge waffle with Congratulations! spelled out in chocolate chips later, we’re speeding the rest of the way to Crescent City.

  “So what was that for?” I ask as I prop my bare feet up on the dashboard, stretching out in the front seat and looking at Tristan with a sparkle in my eye. “We already had the drinks, what was the second lie for?”

  “Just a bit of fun, love,” he says, grinning over at me, but there’s something more to his tone. “And what can I say, I only want the best for my partner in crime, and I think you’ve earned it.”

  I feel my face flush, and my eyes linger on him. He reaches over and takes my hand, squeezing it softly and brushing his thumb over the top of my hand.

  “You don’t seem like the type who has marriage on his mind, is all,” I say, still feeling warm between my legs at the thought of him claiming me as his bride. It’s a stupid thing to think about, but I can’t help myself. He started it.

  He gives a wolfish grin and laughs, but then his hand moves from my hand to my thigh, stroking over it softly. I feel electrified at his touch, and one of my legs goes back down to the floorboards to give him easy access, almost an unconscious movement.

  “What can I say?” he says with a tilt of his head. “I’m not the most tied-down person in the world, but maybe I’m not looking for someone to tie me down.”

  His hand squeezes my sensitive inner thigh, then creeps up to my shorts, where it toys at the waistline until his fingers find the button. My heart starts to flutter, and I bite my lip. There’s nobody on the road but us right now, but the roof is down, wind whipping around us freely. We’re exposed. Yet I don’t stop him as he flicks the button open and feels the warm, sensitive skin under my pants, wetting his lips.

  “Maybe I’m just looking for someone who’s willing to take a risk with me,” he says, his voice huskier than before, and as if on command, I feel my pussy wetting at his presence. The sheer command he has over my body is incredible. “Maybe I’m really looking for a partner in crime, princess.”

  I smile through my quick breaths as I grip the side of the car. His fingers are searching down. I feel almost embarrassed. He’s going to feel how wet I am, know how excited the thought of being wedded to him made that primal instinct he awakened in me get. He touches it, and I hear a low gro
wl as his index and middle finger start swirling around.

  “Anyone could see us, Tristan,” I breathe, his arms are long and strong enough to reach me with ease. There’s nothing I could do to squirm away from him.

  “Well, doll,” he says, flashing that boyish grin at me, “we want to put on a show if we want to pass ourselves off as engaged, don’t you think?”

  My pussy clenches and pulses as he reaches my clit, and I let out a soft whimper. His touch is at once so terrifying and so exciting to me. He starts driving faster as he starts to rub my clit, the wetness making it all the easier for him to do what he wishes with me. I’m a toy in his hands, and damn him, he’s enjoying watching me squirm and blush there in the car, unable to tear myself from the pleasure he’s inflicting on me.

  The swirling of his fingers gets stronger and steadier as he finds a good rhythm, and I start to let myself loose with it. It’s uninhibited as the wind around us.

  “Take your shirt off,” he orders me, and I look at him with wide eyes. “Your bra, too. You like this, doll, that much is obvious. It’s the freedom you like. But you’ve really got to experience it—give up everything to it.”

  I hesitate, biting my lip. I had my rebellious streaks, but I was a good girl, all in all. Going topless while driving down the interstate and getting fingered wasn’t part of that picture. But something in me drives me to give in, and I can’t ignore it any longer.

  I slip my shirt off, stuffing it under my seat, and I can feel his eyes on me, flitting away from the road to drink in every curve on my body. I’m not used to feeling so desired, but even as he makes it so fucking hard for me to get my bra off while his finger hooks under my cunt and starts stroking my inner walls, painfully slowly, it turns me on all the more.

  I glance over at him, and good god, his cock is swollen and threatening to burst out of his pants. It makes my cunt wetten around his finger even more.

  He’s just joking though, isn’t he? My head swims as he strokes my cunt as if he’s known it as long as I have. I can tell there’s real desire in his eyes, and it makes me feel ecstatic all over. To have the attention of this massive, gorgeous man just seems to unreal, but here he is, threatening to make a bride out of me.

  And I can’t say that I would turn him down—I did just strip for him in public on command, after all. There’s so much wrong about this, but as I feel my abdomen tensing, I don’t deny that it’s a wrongness my body has been craving too long to be denied any longer

  I let out a cry on the highway that gets lost in the wind as he makes me cum, my legs desperately trying to clench shut and shy away from his torture, but he doesn’t give in.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your old life, Sienna,” he says as I writhe under his hand, that lone hand able to do so much to me. “If I can do this much to you with a little joke, what do you think I can do to you with all that I’ve got?”

  “Anything you want,” I say, the words spilling off my tongue unbidden, and he hooks his finger inside me, dragging it along the walls of my cunt and hitting the most sensitive spots in me, and I come again, my cheeks burning hot as my jaw hangs open and I massage my nipples. It’s so animalistic, keeping me out in the open like this while he does whatever he wants with me, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. I don’t care who sees us. I want the world to know I’m his.

  But finally, he withdraws his fingers, putting them in his mouth and drawing them out clean. “You’re something else, Sienna,” he muses, the rumble in his chest palpable.

  “You think so now?” I say, and there’s a challenge in my voice that gets his attention. He looks over me bemusedly. I know how foolish I must look in front of him, having just been rendered helpless by some fingering, and I button my pants with a blush on my face, but then I lean over to him carefully, my hands reaching greedily for his pants. “Let me show you.”

  Within seconds, I work his pants open, and he doesn’t stop me as I let his cock spring free. Finally, I get a chance to really appreciate the huge organ that pulses at my touch, making my eyes widen.

  It felt huge inside me, but to see it while not dazed by sex is something altogether new that makes me appreciate the power of my vagina even more. Its massive trunk runs up from a heavy set of balls, its girth thick and ridged with veins, and its crown is massive and dark, the tip of the scepter of his noble blood that pulses through the member.

  Had I seen it before it went into me, I wouldn’t have believed it could fit inside, but here I am now, stroking the very thing I sat on last night. I feel a hunger inside me awaken unlike any I’ve ever known before.

  The thing before me imprints itself on my mind, and I can’t get it out of my head. I have to touch it, to feel it, to satisfy it. I want it so badly inside me, but there’s only one other way to get it done while we’re driving.

  I bend forward and part my lips, letting my breath wash over it. It swells even more, fully erect as Tristan clutches the steering wheel tight with one hand, another going to play with my hair, stroking it, praising me for my efforts. As I feel a finger twisting a lock of hair around it, I let my tongue out to taste it again like I did last time.

  He lets out a soft groan as my tongue washes over his head, taking in every available space, toying with the slit a moment before it pulses, and I taste precum beading up on it. My heart flutters. My cheeks blush. I want this so badly. If it wouldn’t make us crash, I’d start touching myself, but I have to satisfy myself all the more vigorously with what’s in front of me.

  Finally, I open my mouth and take a few inches of his cock into my mouth. I purr in delight once it’s in, my lips wrapped around his shaft, and Tristan groans as I stroke the sides of his cock with my tongue. His cock naturally tilts towards me, giving me easy access to him, and I take every advantage of it.

  My tongue lavishes his cock with worship, soft moans coming from my throat as I bob up and down on him. He’s so hard for me, and I want so badly to get that pearly treasure within. In truth, I want to be covered in it again, but this time, I know what I’m going to try to do.

  Taking all of his cum in my mouth will be hard. I remember how much of it he can pump out. But my increasingly adventurous heart wants it.

  “Don’t get in over your head, doll,” he challenges me, making my heart beat even faster. I need to impress him, to evoke his approval, and to do that, I’m going to take in every drop of his cum.

  I hold nothing back, lashing at his cock with my tongue like candy. I wrap my fingers around the base, stroking it firmly as I suck the tip of his cock and go as far down as his huge length allows.

  Finally, I withdraw my hand long enough to let my whole mouth sink onto his cock, and I feel it touch the back of my mouth. The whole thing feels so warm in me, so right, and I let out a gasp of desire as I feel him pulse and twitch in me.

  “Fuck, Sienna,” he moans as he drives. We must be doing over 100mph now, but I don’t care. I just need him in me, and I need it now. I draw my tongue along the base of his cock, long and hard, and I do it over and over again until finally, I feel those huge balls tightening, and I look up that colossal, muscular chest to see his jaw start to fall open.

  My heart races. I have to get ready. I let my mouth slide up to just the bulging crown of his cock, my hand massaging his shaft hard and fierce, and just when I’m worried I haven’t done enough, white, hot seed bursts from him, and I sigh in utterly satisfied delight as it spills into my mouth.

  There’s so much of it on the first shot that I worry that I won’t be able to fit it all in my mouth. But my body impresses me yet again, and as the second shot rewards my efforts, I swallow all of the pearly fluid, eagerly pumping his shaft for more.

  I drain his cock in that way, the rumble of the asphalt under us as he gives up more and more of his virile seed. I’m reminded of just why I let myself get filled up by this divine ambrosia. I’m going to need him to put it in me again soon, because as delicious as it is to take it all in,
I find my pussy aching for it so badly that I want to put my hands between my legs and imagine myself getting filled to the brim with it.

  As I swallow the very last of it, I reluctantly draw my mouth from it, licking my lips as he looks down at me lovingly.

  “Doll, I’ve gotta say,” he says in that low, husky tone I can barely hear over the wind, “you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.”

  “I can’t say anyone’s ever gotten me to strip for them doing 100 besides you,” I say, sitting back up and putting my clothes back on, glowing from pleasure, “so I guess that makes two of us.”

  The sand is warm under my feet as I step out onto the beach and breathe the air deeply, smelling the salt and warm, gentle breeze around us. I hold my arms stretched out wide, sighing contentedly. This is where I’m meant to be.

  “Crescent City is alright,” I say as Tristan strides up behind me, his shirt off, the thin fabric dangling in his hand, “but the beach is worth this whole trip.”

  “It’s something else,” he agrees, grinning at the sapphire waters, tall waves arcing and crashing in a tune that could put me to sleep. Tristan is attracting a lot of attention on the sparse beach. There are women I’d consider 10s letting their eyes roam over to him, but Tristan’s eyes have been devouring me and me alone this whole time.

  Suddenly, my eyes light up as I have an idea. “Tristan! Let’s go rent surfboards! I want to teach you how to surf!”

  He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing at a shack for just such a purpose down the beach. “Well, we don’t exactly have surfable water back home, but I could give it a shot.”

  A few minutes later, we’re paddling desperately against the tide and failing miserably at anything approaching surfing. Turns out, Tristan’s never been near a beach like this, and I’m an awful teacher. That, and we’re a little distracted with each other.

  It doesn’t take long for our floundering on the waves to turn into playful splashing in our underwear, since we don’t have bathing suits. As the sun starts to go down, we make our way to the beach, laughing at each other as we’re soaked to the bone in warm, salty water.