“Tristan…..” The MC said my name, they lowered the lights, the dramatic music was playing and I was holding my fucking breath to the point I could have passed the fuck out.
“Tristan…” he said again. That was it; if he said it one more time I was going to punch him the fuck out. My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt.
“Congratulations! You’re this season’s Fresh Voice!”
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that Ethan was literally hugging me before I processed what he said.
“Congratulations, man,” Ethan said.
It finally hit me…I won. I had a fucking million dollars and a recording contract. I’ll be damned. I actually hugged Ethan back. I wasn’t in the habit of hugging guys, but he’d been through the same shit as me and he deserved it.
“Thanks, man.” There was confetti falling all over the theater and balloons. It looked like a parade. Everyone was on their feet, but suddenly it was like the rest of them disappeared and all I saw was Elly.
I think the MC was still talking to me when I ran off the stage. It was all a blur, but all of a sudden, I had to kiss her. She looked shocked when I grabbed her and pulled her nearly up off her feet. I crushed my lips down on her sweet ones and, in front of eight million people, I kiss my girl.
Chapter Twelve
Elly
Tristan won! Everything from the moment I met him in that bar had been worth it. I was so happy for him. I was on my feet clapping and I could see exactly when it dawned on him that he had won. It was a beautiful sight. Then all of a sudden he ran off the stage. I realized he was coming towards me. He picked me up off my feet and kissed me; it was like the people and the cameras and all of the noise fell away. Tristan and I were alone together in a vacuum, sharing a passionate kiss that was only for us.
He went back up afterwards and did what he needed to do. There were cameras still rolling and people that wanted an interview. The producers wanted his signature on paperwork so they could get the ball rolling on his money; it was after eleven before we got out of there. He insisted that we leave my car and take his bike. He drove us back down to Venice Beach, only this time we went into the clubs and bars along Abbot Kinney Boulevard. Everywhere we went people were slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Girls wanted his autograph and guys wanted to buy him a drink. I was really proud of him …it had to be hard to be in the middle of that atmosphere and celebrating something wonderful yet still turning down a drink. I couldn’t wait to tell his therapist—the guy would be so proud.
I realized along the way that this may well be the first time that Tristan was just plain high on life. He was laughing and joking and talking to people that he usually would have told to fuck off. It was fun to watch, and to be a part of. He insisted we go into every club and he made me dance with him in each one. We even went into the gay bar that Venice was famous for. I stuck out like a sore thumb, but let me tell you…there were some happy men there that night.
After we left the gay bar, we went back out on the beach. It was warm and the moon was bright. We walked along for a while and Tristan said, “Ever had sex on the beach?”
I laughed, “No, it might be a little…sandy, don’t you think?”
“We could do it against a tree, standing up. Look there’s a big one over there.”
Still laughing I said, “Whose ass would be the one against the tree, you think?”
He reached around me with both hands and pulled me into him as he squeezed my ass cheeks. I could keep my hands between your ass and the tree….” He didn’t let me respond before he started kissing me. I was weak…I was ready to give in.
“What if someone comes out here?”
“It’s almost two in the morning. No one’s going to see us. If they do, lucky them,” he said. You had to give him credit for that self-confidence.
I didn’t say yes, but I wanted to kiss him again so I got up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He took that as consent and led me over to the tree. He pinned me up against it and suddenly my pussy was tingling like crazy. I was beginning to wonder if I was a closet exhibitionist. Tristan had a way of getting me to have sex in the strangest places, and the thought that we might get caught seemed to excite me that much more.
The tree bark dug into my back through my blouse, but not so much that I couldn’t take it. He was still kissing me as he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. He let them drop to his knees. I was wearing a dress, so instead of taking it off of me, he just pulled it up around my waist and pulled down my panties. I arched my back and pushed my hips forward to make it easier on him. He left them around my ankles and I stepped out of them.
I kissed him again while I moved my back around, trying to get it comfortable against the tree. Finally, I lifted one leg and curled it around his waist. He did as promised and cupped my ass in both hands. He lifted up and I was able to wrap the other leg around him. He worked his hard cock into me then with little twists and thrusts. Once he was filling me up, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. I was no longer worried that we’d get caught. All I could think about was what we were doing and how good it felt.
He was moving his hips and using his hands to press me into him. My shoulders were the only thing still pressed against the tree as we fell into a rhythm with the crashing of the waves against the rocks as background music. Tristan leaned his head down and started sucking and biting on my neck. I still had the hickey from the dressing room, but that was fine too. He pushed me up a little higher and used his teeth to move the top of my dress down so one cup of my bra and the top part of my breast was exposed. He kissed across the swell of it and then wiggled his tongue down inside the cup to make contact with my nipple. When he did, fireworks exploded in my head.
He flicked around on first one nipple and then the other before working back up to my lips. I put my tongue in his mouth and he sucked on it. That turned me on and he knew it. We were both moving and thrusting against each other now. I was using his shoulders for leverage as he gripped my ass and pushed and pulled against it.
I was moaning and whimpering…I could feel myself already ready to cum. Tristan could feel it, too, and he pushed us up against the tree with his hands still on my ass and tried to pound me. It wasn’t working though, so he let me drop down to my feet. Then he turned me around so that my hands were against the tree and he entered me from behind. I gripped onto the tree for dear life as he pounded me and reached up to grab and squeeze one of my tits as he did. It wasn’t long before we both came; now when someone asks if I’ve ever had sex on the beach and I say yes, I won’t be talking about the drink.
When we finally made it home, it was after three a.m. We were giddy still and loud. Susie was asleep, I assumed, but although I normally tried to be quiet and not wake her, that night we just didn’t care. I was still horny too and I was hoping that he was as well.
“I won a million dollars,” Tristan said when we got inside, almost as if he’d just realized it.
I smiled, “Yes, you did!”
“I want to fuck you in your bed,” he said. Bingo!
“Okay,” I told him with another smile.
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him. Then he looked down at my face and said, “Did you just say okay because I’m a fucking millionaire?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” I told him with a giggle.
He picked me up and carried me into the room, tossing me down on the bed. Then he started taking off his pants as he said, “I don’t know who I’m kidding. I don’t give a fuck why you said yes. The end justifies the means and I’m getting me a scorching hot piece of ass for the second time tonight!”
I sat up and helped him get his pants and boxers off; as soon as they slid down, his cock happily sprang free. I leaned forward before he even had them off his ankles and licked it from base to tip.
I felt him shiver as I gripped the base of it and began slowly engulfing it, taking it in an inch at a time until it bumped into the back of m
y throat. I had my mouth open as wide as it would go and I stared bobbing my head so it would slide all the way in and then back up to the tip. I flicked my tongue around it as it moved in and out.
The whole time I looked up at him and he watched me. It was erotic to see the lust on his face. I played with it like that for a while before I really started sucking it. I would take it to the back of my throat and then suck hard until I needed air and then I’d let it slide back out. I reached out and put a hand on his balls and massaged them gently while I was blowing his cock. He was moaning and moving his hips back and forth. He had his hands in my hair…I loved it when he tugged on my hair and used it to guide me back and forth…up and down.
After about five minutes, I could feel his balls grow and harden and his erection begin to swell and lengthen. He pulled back, not ready to cum yet. He leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I melted into him and returned the kiss with passion. We were feeding off of each other’s excitement. He sat down on the bed then and I stood up in front of him and pulled off my dress. He reached up and unhooked my bra and then grabbed my tits in his hands as they bounced free. He ran his thumbs across my hard nipples making me moan and shiver and then he took one in his mouth; while he licked and sucked and softly bit on it, he dropped a hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy through the soft fabric of my panties. They were already wet, but the feel of his warm fingers soaked them.
He stripped them down to my knees and by the time I got them the rest of the way off, I could feel the flick of his tongue against my clit that was so big and hard already I cried out, loudly. I didn’t care that Susie was in the next room. I didn’t care if the neighbors heard us. Nothing felt better than Tristan’s tongue on my clit and I was going to enjoy it. I ran my fingers through his hair as he ran his tongue along the length of my pussy. He made me groan loudly again when I felt him slip first one and then two fingers into my pussy. He slid one hand up and grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling me tighter against his face while he licked and stroked and finger-fucked me all at the same time. It was almost overwhelming to my senses.
“Oh fuck, Tristan, oh god! Yeah baby, that’s it, right there!”
He was fucking me with his tongue now and rubbing my hard nub with one of his fingers. He switched hands, so the one that was wet with my pussy juices was on my ass and while he ate me out he began probing my asshole with his fingers. I was wiggling and bucking my hips towards his face. Moans and cries of pleasure that I didn’t even know I had in me were escaping from my lips. I felt myself shaking all over and I knew I wasn’t going to make it much longer before I came.
He reached over and took my hand and brought it down between my legs. He guided my fingers to my clit and while I fingered myself he continued to lick and slurp with his tongue. It was true ecstasy and after five or maybe ten minutes of that, I was screaming out in a loud, wild orgasm that rocked my entire body to its core. He kept his tongue pressed tight against my clit until the force of the orgasm had passed and I stopped shaking. Then he pulled me down into his lap.
He kissed me, shoving his tongue coated with my juices into my mouth, exploring it while his hands groped my tits and ass simultaneously. I could feel his rock hard cock resting between my ass cheeks and I wanted it so fucking bad. I was moaning against his mouth as he pinched and rolled my nipples. He lifted me up and twisted me around so my wet pussy was rubbing along the shaft of his cock. He slid me back and forth along it until he was as soaked with my juices as I was.
On the third or fourth pass, he tried to catch the tip of it in my slit so he could slide it in. “No baby,” I whispered in his ear. He looked up at me like I’d lost my mind. I smiled and said, “I want you to fuck me doggy style.” He grinned and kind of growled his agreement before almost roughly lifting me off of him and onto my stomach on the bed. I lifted myself up with my arms and pushed my ass back into him.
He knelt behind me and slid one of his fingers into me all the way to the knuckle. I moaned as he moved it around and played with my G-spot. Just about the time I thought I would cum again, he pulled it out and pressed his cock up against my entrance. He pushed gently at first and as he slid into me I could feel my pussy clinging to his cock like it was a second skin. When he was all the way in I could feel my pussy muscles quivering and I moaned loudly again. As an apartment dweller with a roommate, I was usually more inhibited, but in the moment, I clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thought.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he whispered in a raspy voice. He started moving in and out of me then in a quick rhythm as I moved back against him. His groin was making slapping noises up against my ass as he plunged in deeper and harder. He had a hold of my hips and each time he stroked forward, he would pull me back onto him.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer; the orgasm hit me again like a ton of bricks and I cried out, “Oh yes! Fuck yeah! Oh god!” The muscles inside my pussy went into an uncontrollable spasm and the wetness gushed out all over him and the tops of my thighs. He kept banging away and I kept cumming, over and over again. Eventually, I collapsed the top half of my body onto the bed, leaving my ass extended up into the air. He slowed down, I could tell he was close, but he still wasn’t ready to cum.
I felt him reach around then and dip two of his fingers into the pool of wetness between my legs. He ran them across my clit and I swear to God I almost started cumming again.
“Oh god, Tristan!” I yelled out. I couldn’t see his face, but I know he was smiling. A few seconds later I felt his wet fingers pressing against the entrance to my ass. He was slow and gentle, slipping in one at a time as he continued to fuck my pussy. When he slid out of me I felt suddenly cold and empty. Then I felt him press his cock against my ass hole and I braced myself as he started inching himself in. His cock was saturated with my cum so it didn’t take long before the shaft was buried up to his balls. He started moving again, reaching around and putting his fingers back on my clit. He rubbed it hard and fast while he fucked my ass. I was grunting and groaning and making quite a few unfeminine noises; but again, I didn’t give a fuck.
He slid a finger into my pussy and moved it around inside of me as he picked up even more speed with his hips. I think I had two more orgasms; his hand was slick with my juices before at last he let out a loud growl and emptied himself into my ass. When he stopped rocking, I collapsed forward onto the bed and he collapsed down on top of me. I felt his lips on my ear and I said, “Wow!”
“Fuck yeah!” he grunted out. He pulled the rest of the way out of me and rolled off my back. Pulling me over to him he kissed me long and deep. Then he surprised me by saying, “Go on tour with me, please.”
I smiled and said, “I signed the papers to work it a few days ago. I didn’t have the chance to tell you yet.”
“Hell yes!” he said with a grin. “A fucking million dollars, a record contract, a tour and my girlfriend by my side. Life is looking up.”
The word girlfriend tore through me, landing in my chest and radiating out from there in a warm rush of feelings. I didn’t say anything; I didn’t want to break the spell. I just leaned over and kissed him again, hard on the mouth. He wrapped his tongue around mine and as our bodies rubbed together I could feel his cock twitch again as it started to grow and harden. That was good; I was ready for a bonus round.
MY ROCK #6
Chapter One
Tristan
It had been three months since I’d won Fresh Voices. I was so wasted when I first went on the show that I’d missed the small part about not getting the cash until I finished the tour a year later—which meant one year without making any money. I couldn’t play the bars because I was under contract. For three months, I’d basically been sponging off of Elly. She hadn’t questioned why I hadn’t offered her any money for rent or any of the other bills. I got lucky when I stumbled up on her in that bar…in a lot of ways. I didn’t like taking advantage of her, but figured when I did get the money, I’d pay her back.
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Other than worrying about that, things were going great. I’d never really had a girlfriend. I always thought it would suck to go to bed and wake up with the same old piece of ass every day. It was not that way with Elly, though. Even after all those months, she still gave me hard on every time I looked at her.
She had her own life and her own things going on, too, so it wasn’t like she was one of those girls who thought we had to spend every waking hour together. Susie had gotten used to me being there, I think. Elly let me sleep in her bed as long as I promised we’d keep the sex noise level down. I’m not sure why she made me promise that though; she was the screamer. Sometimes I was just too much man for her to keep quiet about.
Elly had gone to every one of my aftercare appointments with me, and being with her keeps me out of trouble. I knew if I was alone I’d get bored and go out looking for a piece of ass. That would inevitably lead me to a bar or a club, and before you knew it, I’d be wasted again. I didn’t want to be strung out when I got that million dollars and started recording. I didn’t want this opportunity to go up in smoke or up my nose. I didn’t want to have to trust someone else to handle my money again because I was too strung out to do it myself. I didn’t ever want to go back to where I was. I had worked too hard to pull myself up out of that gutter. I guess I was still there in a way, financially, but I could at least stay focused knowing that was going to change soon.
Those three months flew by. Between rehearsals and all the aftercare appointments, I was busy all the time. When I wasn’t busy and Elly was, I’d spend time at the beach, jogging or just walking along the shoreline. The day before we were supposed to leave to go on tour, I was lying on the bed watching Elly get dressed while I had all of these thoughts. We’d been having sex all morning. I told Elly there were positions we hadn’t tried yet and she hadn’t believed me, so I showed her several of them. She wouldn’t doubt me again. She had on a pink tank top and a pair of pink boy shorts that fit her round little ass just perfect. If we hadn’t just gone a couple of rounds, I’d have been all over her again.
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