Dating Roulette

by D. Kelly

  “Jesus, you’re romantic.”

  He nips my lip with his teeth. “I’m also dirty, but I promise I’ll figure out how to find a balance.”

  “Hmm, this will be interesting.”

  Tristan turns me in his arms and bites the back of my neck. “If you need me to stop, just say so.”

  “Are you crazy? Why would I want you to stop? We’re finally getting to the good stuff.”

  Chuckling against my skin, he ever so slowly unzips my dress. He slides the dress down my arms, his mouth never leaving my heated skin.

  There isn’t a curve from my shoulders to my ass his hands don’t explore as he tugs my dress down. Once it’s finally free of the swell of my ass, it falls to the floor, and he sighs appreciatively. He kneels and lifts my feet, tossing the dress to the side.

  His lips and tongue follow his hands in their exploration of my body. My knees are like jelly, and the needy cries falling from my lips should be embarrassing, but if anyone understands how I feel, it’s Tris. He’s waited just as long as I have for this.

  “Damn, Bex, you have no idea the depraved things I want to do to this ass.” He squeezes each cheek hard, and I have to squeeze my thighs together. “Oh no, angel. Don’t you fucking hold anything back.”

  Tristan smacks my ass hard enough that I yelp, but fuck, if I’m not wishing he’d do it again. He slides his hand down the back of my panties and wraps another around my waist, pulling us flush together.

  “Are you wet for me?” he asks.

  “Yes.” My breathless reply comes as his teeth nip my earlobe, and he slips a finger through my wetness.

  Tristan groans, slides his hand out of my panties, and turns me in his arms. His gaze rakes over me from head to toe. I’ve got on a navy demi bra and panties, which match my dress.

  His cock tents his pants, and I lick my lips, admiring his body. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

  “We should fix that,” he replies with a smoldering gaze.

  I step forward and loosen his tie before reaching for his wrist and unbuttoning his cuff. As I repeat the motion on his other hand, he pulls his tie off and tosses it across the room. When his wrists are free, he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

  “I was going to do that for you,” I say with a pout.

  “I’m quicker,” he answers while rapidly working through his buttons.

  “Okay then.” I drop to my knees and look up at him as I unhook his belt. “Guess I’ll start here.”

  He groans when I press a kiss to his cock through his clothing. His shoes are still on, and once I’ve got his pants unzipped, they fall around his ankles.

  My breath hitches, and I squeeze his muscular thighs while taking in the sight of him in his boxer briefs. He throws his shirt on the floor, and I pull down his briefs and get my first up-close-and-personal look at his hardened dick. Without a second thought, I lick the wetness from the tip. His hands grip my hair, and he arches his hips closer.

  “Tristan, I want to taste you.”

  “It might be fast. This is already better than I’d ever imagined.” His confession encourages me to keep going.

  I circle the tip of him with my tongue, familiarizing myself with his taste and his ridges. Following the vein down his shaft, I lick and suck as he pulls my hair harder the more I tease him. When I wrap my hand around his shaft, he calls out my name, but it isn’t good enough. I want to hear him when he comes down my throat. I work his length with my hand as I lower my mouth around his cock.

  “Angel, your mouth is a motherfucking nirvana.” His words fuel me to take him deeper, suck him harder, and work him faster. The taste of him is ever-present on my tongue, and I can’t get enough. “Bex . . . I’m going to come . . . if you don’t want . . .”

  Damn it, I do want. I work harder to take more of him, and when he pulses his release, I moan as I take it all.

  “Holy shit, Bexley!” he gasps, fighting hard to catch his breath. Once he’s fully spent, I slowly remove him from my mouth and look him in the eye before licking every last drop from my lips.

  Tristan slips his arms under mine and lifts me to my feet. “Guess I’m not the only dirty one,” he quips before slamming his mouth over mine. Our tongues move in relentless tandem, and his hand slips between my legs. He presses against my clit, and I push against him with need.

  With one hand, he reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. When it’s undone, he pulls away from our kiss and removes it. Leaning down, he flicks and teases each of my nipples, and I push his head closer as I cry out.

  “Get on the bed,” he says in his commanding voice, and it has my heart racing. I’ll do anything he wants if he says it in that tone.

  I lie down as he works to get his shoes and pants off, and I suppress my grin. He’s bent over, and the flex of his ass is something else. Unlike my ass, there’s no junk in his trunk.

  Tristan reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs a strip of condoms.

  “Hey.” I reach for his wrist, and he kneels next to me on the bed. “I thought we agreed we didn’t need them? Or have you been with someone after all?”

  My mind races as his finger lands on that spot between my eyebrows. “Stop worrying. I haven’t been with anyone. I just didn’t want to assume this was something you still wanted.”

  “We’re clean, I’m on birth control, and more than anything, I don’t want any barriers. Not with you, Tris.”

  “Okay.” He tosses the condoms onto the nightstand and moves down my body. He slips his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulls them off me. We’re both completely naked.

  “Wow.”

  His eyes lock on mine. “Is this okay? Are you weirded out?”

  “I wondered if I would be,” I admit hesitantly, “but honestly, I’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone.”

  “Me either,” he confesses before opening my legs. His eyes are still locked on mine, but when his head drops and his tongue slips through my most intimate area, I close my eyes and fall into his bliss.

  Each stroke of his tongue brings me higher and higher. He moans against my skin, and as his tongue slips inside me, I buck against him. One of his fingers rubs circles around my clit as he fucks me with his tongue.

  “Tristan! Oh God, right there . . . deeper,” I cry. He growls louder as I thrust harder against him. I lace my fingers through his hair and push his head where I need him most. My orgasm builds, and my body tingles all over. Sharing this moment with him is a whole new realm of sexual awakening. He slides a finger inside me with his tongue, and my body detonates.

  Like a starving man, Tristan sucks and licks my release as I whimper and writhe beneath him. He looks up, and his eyes burn with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you explode on my tongue. Even when we weren’t together, there were times when I’d allow myself to imagine it, but the reality is so much better.”

  “So we’re together? You never really clarified what you wanted this to be when I asked you earlier.”

  He crawls up my body, kissing and caressing his way up until his lips meet mine. “I’m in love with you, Bexley. Mind, body, and soul. We can call this whatever you’d like. Exclusive, boyfriend/girlfriend, engaged—I don’t care. As long as we’re committed to each other in every way, I’m happy.”

  “Engaged, huh? Think you need a ring for that. Maybe you should kneel at my feet too.” I caress his cheek. “I’m good with us being in a committed relationship.”

  “Perfect.” Tristan positions himself between my legs, and we share a long, languid kiss. His cock presses against my entrance, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Make love to me, Tris.”

  He reaches between us and guides himself to my entrance. As he inches inside me, I gasp and adjust to him. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and Tris is quite bigger than most of the guys I’ve been with.

  “You okay?” Concern fills his features.

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p; “I’m perfect. Kiss me.”

  As we kiss, my body loosens, and soon Tristan fills me. Our bodies move together like they were made for each other. Tristan and I have become one, and if I have my way, we’ll be one for the rest of our lives.

  Our slow lovemaking turns frantic as he thrusts into me. Tris bites at my nipples and sucks at the spot he loves on my lower neck, surely leaving another mark. I don’t mind; I’m his, and he can use me however he’d like as long as he keeps fucking me this way.

  “Put your arms above your head.” There he is, the commanding man who lives inside Tris. I was wondering if he was going to come back. I quickly comply, and he nips my lip with his teeth. He growls, “Is someone needy?”

  He shifts his body and hitches my leg around his hip. When he thrusts, he hits the spot deep inside I’ve only ever reached with my vibrator.

  “Oh God,” I whimper, and his arm tightens around my thigh.

  “You didn’t answer me.” He leans forward, and with his free hand, he grips my wrists. I might bruise. I hope I bruise. I want his marks on my skin so I’ll be continuously reminded of his dominance. “Are. You. Needy. Angel?”

  He pistons forward, and stars explode behind my eyes. “Yes, yes, oh God, yes!” Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me as a tsunami of emotions continues to build. He moves deeper and deeper in some kind of rhythmic pattern the gods of erotica must have blessed him with. I’m so close, and as he thrusts again, he squeezes my wrists and bites my nipple. My body explodes, and between my undecipherable cries, he comes as he calls out my name. The pulse of him releasing inside me sets off a flurry of emotions. Without even realizing it, tears are streaming down my cheeks.

  Tristan collapses on top of me. Our hearts beat erratically against one another. Being skin to skin with someone has never felt this good.

  “Bex, you’re crying. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He begins to move, but I wrap my arms around him.

  “Don’t go. I’m perfect. Just . . . overwhelmed?”

  His lips briefly meet mine. “I pushed you too fast.”

  “No, Tristan, I think it’s . . .” I’m embarrassed to even say it, but I know with him, I can say anything. “I’ve never loved anyone I’ve done this with before.” My arm flies over my eyes because even though I shouldn’t be embarrassed, I am.

  “Bex . . .” He hesitates. Of course he’s felt this before.

  “Don’t, Tris. It’s okay. I know I’m not your first love.”

  When he peels my arm from my face, he’s smiling down at me. “But you are. You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved. I’ve loved you from the moment we met. You set the standard for everything I wanted in a partner. There are different kinds of love, Bexley, but the kind I feel for you—I’ve never felt this before, and I never want to feel it with anyone else. You’re stuck with me, Bexley Marie Scott, and if I’m really lucky, it will be for the rest of my life.”

  “Wouldn’t that make me the lucky one?”

  “Maybe it makes us both lucky. After all, we’re the final participants of dating roulette.”

  Six months later

  Adam’s groans carry through the house. Everything echoes in here since it’s mostly just boxes right now.

  “You guys are grown-ups, and you’re not poor. Why didn’t you hire movers?” he asks.

  He’s holding his lower back like a pregnant woman, and Bexley laughs. “Because all we have is boxes, and since we have you, we don’t need movers. I can pay you in beer, but I’d have to pay them with cash.”

  “You’re also going to be paying for my massage. Preferably at that place down in the valley, you know the one with the women who . . .”

  Rita narrows her eyes at him. “The one with the women who end relationships with a single stroke? Yeah, he knows the one. Let me know if you send him there, Tris, because my office is right across from Finn’s now, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind stroking me to my happily-ever-after either.”

  Adam circles around and scoops Rita into his arms. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Try me, hot stuff. Boyfriends of mine don’t get massages that finish in happy endings unless I’m the one giving them.”

  The two of them kiss, and as per their usual, they take it a bit too far in front of Bex and me.

  I wave my arms in surrender. “Enough. Go home. Bex and I can take it from here. You guys don’t get to christen our house before we do.”

  Rita giggles and grabs her purse and keys. “You don’t have to tell me twice. Happy housewarming, you two!”

  They run out the door like two kids ditching school.

  “Do you think he loves her?” she asks softly.

  I close the door and lock it. “Yes, but not as much as I love you. Happy new home day, angel.”

  She wraps her arms around me and sighs. “I love you, too.”

  I lead her over to the giant bean bag we bought to sit on until our furniture is all delivered over the next week. We collapse on it and snuggle together.

  We launched a new game at work last week, and it was all hands on deck for a few weeks leading up to it. Having Bexley join us in the office has turned out better than I could’ve imagined. Role-playing controlling boss and subservient employee after hours has been incredibly fun as well. The company feels complete now. Bex helped me get it up and running, and now it finally feels like a family operation.

  Because of all the long hours, we were right up against the clock for our move. Neither of us wanted to pay another month on the apartment when we’d already closed escrow and had our dream home waiting empty for us.

  I kiss the top of her head, “Are you as tired as I am?”

  She looks up at me with half-closed eyes. “Exhausted. Remind me never to wait until the last minute to pack a place we’ve lived in for five years. Where did we get all that stuff?”

  Yawning, I pull her in even closer. “I’m not sure where it came from, but I’m sure we’ll probably accumulate even more now that we’re building our future here.”

  “Nap and then unpack?” she mumbles, already losing the fight to stay awake.

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  “Tristan, I’m starving.” Bex kisses my lips before whispering in my ear, “Are you awake?”

  “I’ve got something you can eat.” I reach for her hand and lower it to my cock.

  She laughs and pushes me away. “You’re so wrong, but I still love you.”

  “You’re the one who used her sexual prowess to try to get food.”

  Bexley sighs. “I think we have eggs, but I don’t want to unpack boxes for eggs.”

  “No unpacking. Go take a shower and put on my favorite dress. It’s hanging in the closet. I’m taking you out for dinner. All your toiletries are in our master bathroom already.”

  “Have I mentioned how much I love you lately?”

  “You have, but if you want to show me, we can revisit the blow job discussion later.”

  “Feed me something amazing, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

  While Bexley gets ready, I head into one of the spare bedrooms where I stored my things earlier and take a shower. I take my time, knowing it doesn’t matter how slow I am; she’ll still be putting on her makeup when I’m dressed.

  I’m wearing the suit I bought when I was in the hotel. I want us to be wearing the same clothes tonight that we wore the first night we made love. Maybe it’s superstition, but that was a good night, and I want tonight to be as well.

  “You almost ready?” I call out, not used to the echo of the new house.

  “Five minutes, babe!”

  In the kitchen, I start opening boxes. When I find the pans, I take them out and set them on the counter. I find the plates and do the same. We haven’t discussed what goes where, but at least now when she’s hungry in the morning, she can make eggs.

  Her arms wrap around me from behind. “Thank you for finding those.”

  “Thank you for
making me eggs in the morning when you make yours.”

  She laughs and releases me.

  When I turn around, my breath catches. “You look incredible.”

  “It’s not like you haven’t seen me in this dress a hundred times.”

  “The dress is nice, angel, but you’re what makes it special.” I finger the diamond necklace she’s wearing. It was part of my Christmas gift to her, along with the proposal that we buy a house together.

  “Well, you look pretty sexy yourself. Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise, but let’s get going.”

  When we pull up in front of Rudy’s, she squeals. “It’s like you know me or something. It’s dark, though. Are they open?”

  We get out of the car, and I take her hand in mine. “They’re open for us.”

  “Tristan . . .”

  “Come on, Rudy is waiting.”

  Sure enough, by the time we get to the door, Rudy has it open and is motioning for us to come inside. “If it isn’t my two favorite customers. Welcome to Rudy’s After Dark.”

  Bex giggles as Rudy leads us to the table.

  “Your favorite table and your favorite waitress will be right out to take your order.” Rudy disappears into the kitchen, and Sandy steps out.

  “Coffee?” she asks.

  “Yes please, and water too,” Bexley replies sweetly.

  “You got it,” Sandy says with a wink.

  Bex reaches across the table and takes my hand in hers. She’s smiling from ear to ear.

  Sandy brings the drinks and creamer. As soon as they hit the table, Bex opens the sugar. Some things will never change.

  “Do I even need to ask what you want to order? Or are we having chocolate chip pancakes all around?” Sandy already knows this answer, but to her credit, she plays along.

  “With extra whipped cream,” Bexley adds.

  “Same,” I reply with a shrug, and Sandy shakes her head.

  “I used to be able to eat like the two of you. Those were the days.”

  Once she disappears into the kitchen, Bex arches a brow. “Spill it, Tris. Why are you repeating the date that never happened?”