Auld Lang Mine (Holiday Hunk Book 3)

by Sarah Spade

  With the promise of sin in her oh-so-innocent request, I make it to the hotel’s parking lot in barely twelve.

  Lindy

  Some things are just inevitable.

  I tell myself that as Tristan leads me up to his hotel room. We’re necking like a couple of teens, nuzzling each other on the long elevator ride up. By the time he’s jerkily inserting his room key in the slot, anxious to get inside, half of the buttons on his shirt are undone. My bra is already unsnapped from the back.

  There’s no denying the way this date is going to end.

  Thank friggin’ God.

  Once we get into the room, I have a few seconds to notice how big and, well, expensive it looks before Tristan takes my hands in his, urging me to look up at him instead of the super big bed in the middle that’s calling our names.

  “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” he asks me.

  Ah, jeez. Look at Tristan, trying to be noble and give me a chance to back out if I’m not ready. Only problem is, I was ready to jump him that night of the Christmas Eve masquerade. This past week, I’ve basically worn out the batteries on my vibrator to fantasies of what he’d be like in bed. To be this close to finding out?

  Nothing’s going to stop me. Not even Tristan’s good intentions.

  Setting my jaw firmly, daring him to tell me otherwise, I say, “I’m sure if you are.”

  As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. Is that why he’s hesitating? Because we’ve made it all the way up to his hotel suite and he’s getting cold feet? I mean, I know I’m nothing to brag about and maybe this is moving fast, but—

  It’s like Tristan can sense I’m spiraling.

  As if answering me, he lunges forward, grabbing me and pulling me close. Before I know it, his mouth his on mine again and those teasing kisses in the elevator? They’ve matured into something hot and heavy. The way his tongue thrusts in my mouth like he’s already trying to fuck me?

  There’s barely any space separating us, with the way he has my boobs mashes against his sculpted chest, but I still manage to slip one of my hands between our bodies. My eyes are closed, my senses entirely lost in Tristan Bloom, and I still manage to find his crotch.

  I run my pointer finger along his confined length, trying to get an idea of his size. He’s gotta be friggin’ huge and all of my doubts fly out of my head.

  He’s already this hard because of me.

  We’re so doing this.

  Tristan goes still at my gentle exploration through his pants, finally drawing his head back until he’s angled it up toward the ceiling, even though his eyes are squinted closed. I press a little harder, stroking him to see if he can feel it. A second later, he lets out this deep groan, almost shuddering under my hand.

  The rush of power is a heady one. I made him react like that with nothing more than a steamy kiss and a few strokes. Wait until he sees what I can do when we’re both naked.

  “Strip, Tristan,” I tell him, and if it’s more of a panted command than a request, I can’t help it.

  I need this man.

  His dark eyes snap open and I’m almost sure that I see the depths of my lust reciprocated in the way he devours me with his gaze. He barely blinks as his hands drop to his chest and slowly, slowly, starts to unbutton his shirt.

  Who has time for that? In one quick jerk, I’ve got my shirt off. A shimmy and a shake and my unsnapped bra tumbles to the floor.

  Tristan groans again, my name a whisper on his lips as he zeroes in on my naked chest. His hands tremble and slip off of the button he’s working on.

  Good lord, I think I’ve struck the man stupid.

  And I love it.

  I remember how confident I felt the night we met, hiding behind the anonymity of the half mask. Here, in Tristan’s hotel suite, I unbutton my dress pants and tug them down before slipping out of them. Once my shoes are off and my panties are history, I’m standing entirely bare before this gorgeous creature.

  The way he looks at me, as if I’m the gorgeous one?

  I’ve never felt this confident before.

  8

  Lindy

  It’s that rush of power that has me asking breathlessly, “Where do you want me?”

  I’m poised to drop to my knees because, in my experience, if I want a little foreplay, going down on my partner is what’s expected of me. But, not for the first time, Tristan surprises me. With a jerk of his chin—since his hands are busy getting rid of the rest of his clothes—he gestures to the grand spread of the king-sized bed.

  “On your back, Lindy. And spread those legs for me. Dinner was great, but I’m feeling hungry and, believe me, I’ve been dying for a taste.”

  He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Tristan wants to eat me out?

  Yes, please.

  He makes his clothes disappear like magic. One second, he’s half dressed. By the time I’ve climbed up on the massive bed and sprawled myself on the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, he’s completely naked and even more impressive than all of my previous glimpses of his body have prepared me for.

  The man is all tanned skin, sleek muscles, and a cock that has my mouth watering. Maybe after he’s done, it’ll be my turn to get a taste, and that’s the last coherent thought I have before Tristan joins me on the bed, lies flat on his belly, and buries his mouth between my thighs.

  Holy shit, the man can lick. From the first long lick up the slit of my pussy to the teasing nibbles and the way his tongue flicks and darts and plays with my clit, he has me on the edge of coming within the first couple of strokes.

  I try to stay relaxed since I couldn’t tell you the last time I’ve gotten head that felt this friggin’ amazing, but the first time he sucks my clit into his mouth only to release it immediately has me screaming.

  The heat of his breath as he laughs before nuzzling my pussy has me squirming and I don’t care about anything but the way he’s teasing me. I feel the tip of his tongue breach my opening and I feel so hollow and achy, I almost demand that he stop. Then he licks me again before grazing his teeth against my clit and I end up telling Tristan that, if he stops, I’ll have to kill him.

  He laughs again, but his whole body bucks when I twist the longer strands of his hair between my fingers and try to direct his mouth exactly where I want him. In my daze of pleasure, I think he’s trying to stop me from taking control so I let go.

  “No,” he growls, pressing his scalp against my hands. “I like it when you hold onto me.’

  Okay, then. Grabbing his hair again, not so gentle since I’m so damn close it almost hurts, I ride his face. He renews his licking with a fervor that shows me he really was teasing before and, within seconds, I’m cresting on the wave of my first orgasm. My legs start shaking and he grabs my thighs, holding me in place as he latches onto my clit and sucks on it until I start to come again.

  When I come down from that second climax, I can sense his determination to give me a third. I’m too over-sensitized, though, and I use my hold on his hair to jerk his head away from my pussy.

  Tristan looks up at me. His mouth is shiny with my juices and, I swear, I’ve never seen anything so hot before. Wrinkles mar his forehead as he pouts. “You’re done?”

  Poor man. He looks like I’ve taken away his favorite toy. Am I done? Yeah, right. “Oh, no, honey. Not even a little.”

  To prove my point, I gesture for him to sit up. When he does, I pull myself into a sitting position and immediately reach for his cock. It’s bobbing up and down, like it’s saying hi. If it wasn’t for the way that Tristan stops me before I can touch him again, I might’ve giggled.

  Instead, I look up at him. “What’s wrong?”

  He shakes his head. “Later.”

  Once again, I’m reminded of the night we met. Of how I was so paranoid that he would realize I didn’t belong—even though I know now he crashed the party, too—that I refused to give him my name. He didn’t know me, but he played along.

  I don’t know what’
s going on right now, but it’s only fair that I do the same. With a small grin, I echo what he said to me that night.

  “Okay.”

  Tristan

  Oh my god, this woman is gonna be the death of me.

  She’s splayed out on her back again, totally boneless from the two times I’ve made her come so far. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was hungry—and she was so fucking delicious, her reactions so perfect, that I could eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if she let me. But all that did was whet my appetite. I’ve had a taste. Now I’ve got to have more.

  Lindy is with me all the way. She looked a little confused when I wouldn’t let her touch me. I didn’t want to admit that I’m so ready to explode that if she touched me, I might shoot my load early. I’m that primed for her.

  I’m going to need all of my control to make this as good for her as it’s going to be for me. She wants to blow me later? I’m all for it. Nearly all of my fantasies about this woman end with her on her knees, my cock fed inch by inch into her mouth until all I see are those plump, pink lips stretched around my shaft.

  And, shit, just the thought has pre-cum beading on the tip of my cock.

  Climbing out of the bed, gritting my teeth in a bid to keep my body under control, I open the top drawer of my dresser. The box of condoms I bought is waiting inside. I open it quickly, grabbing the foil pocket, and ripping it open as fast as I can.

  As soon as I’ve got the rubber rolled all the way on, I dare a look up at Lindy. She’s still laying there, her pointer finger lazily circling a nipple as if it needs some attention.

  “Look at you,” she says, and her voice has gone a little husky. Probably from the short shouts she let every time I brought her to the edge, only to keep her from coming. If I thought Lindy had a vindictive bone in her beautiful body, I might be worried about retaliation. Instead, I smirk over at her when she adds, “Do you always travel with condoms at the ready?”

  “What can I say? I was a boy scout.” And maybe I went to the store the night after our dinner because I was convinced that, if I played my cards right, I might eventually get Lindy Walsh to come up to my hotel room.

  “Oh, really? Did you earn any badges?”

  She lays flat against the bed as soon as I join her on it. I’m on my hands and knees, climbing on top of her as she opens her arms wide in invitation. My cock twitches. This is my last few days of fantasies coming to life in one moment.

  “Tons,” I murmur, dipping my head down toward her tits.

  Her chest rises and falls, rises and falls, as her breath picks up. She sounds a little nervous as she says, “Any good ones?”

  “First aid,” I tell her the moment before I take the darker caramel-colored nipple into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, loving the pebbled texture against me as she goes stiff, then let it slip out of my mouth with a soft pop. “See? Don’t you feel all better now?”

  Lindy is quick. She knows exactly what game I’m playing and, thank fucking God, she actually joins in.

  “That nipple feels amazing, Trist. But the other one—”

  I don’t let her finish that statement before I’m sucking on her second nipple. Then I feel her fingers thread through my hair again, her body arching up off the bed so that she can feed me more of her tit. Her reaction is like flipping a switch. I go wild.

  Foreplay has its place. It’s good. Done right, it can be real good.

  But I’m done. If I don’t get inside of this woman right now, I’m going to waste this rubber.

  I reach down, sliding my finger through her folds, making sure she’s ready for me. She’s so wet, I think about going back for another round of oral before my throbbing cock vetoes that idea. It wants its turn.

  I can feel sweat breaking out on my brow at how much I’m holding back. But since I can’t just ram into her without any kind of finesse, I have to check that she’s still with me.

  With a buck of her hips that has me seconds away from spilling, Lindy moans out, “You know what really needs your attention, Trist? My pussy is absolutely aching right now.”

  Shit, she doesn’t know what aching is. I’m almost dying here. I grab my cock, line up the tip to her opening, and look her in her gorgeous hazel eyes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got something to make you feel real good.”

  Then I thrust into her and it takes everything I have to keep on moving. She’s hot and she’s tight and I can feel how wet she is against the slick rubber. Part of me wants to stay lodged inside of Lindy forever, but my cock is so desperate for her, it’s got its hooks in the rest of me. Bracing my hands on either side of her, I start to pump into her, in and out, in and out, and I relish every jolt as she slides across the silk sheet because her tits are bouncing in my face.

  I know I’m not going to last and that’s okay. As long as I make sure that Lindy feels good, then I can go off. Besides, this is only about taking the edge off. Once I get this first quickie out of the way, I can focus on proving that I’ve got the stamina to really satisfy her.

  Lindy makes soft, gasping pants as I plow into her. I can’t help myself. My pace is fast because I’ve wanted this so bad, but I realize that I might be being too rough so I try to rein it in. A slap on my ass and the bark of, “Harder!” has me grinning as I pick the pace back up.

  God, this woman is fucking amazing.

  She crosses her legs behind me, holding on as if I’m giving her the ride of her life. I hope I am. I’ve been waiting almost a week to do this and, shit, have I ever waited that long to take a woman I wanted? But I knew from the beginning that Lindy’s worth it and I’m so damn right when she digs her heels into my back and, with a tight scream, comes again.

  That’s my cue. I pump into her a few more times but I don’t bother holding it back. My orgasm has been lurking right there ever since I got my first eyeful of her tits, just waiting for the signal. With a hoarse groan and one final thrust, I empty myself into the rubber and, completely spent, I drop on top of Lindy.

  Despite the intense orgasm, I’m still aware enough that I don’t want to crush her. I hold myself up on my forearms, straining, as I meet her eyes. Her mouth is open slightly, as if in surprise or because she doesn’t know what to say. Sweat has tiny tendrils of her golden brown hair slicked to her forehead; the rest of the loose waves are a disaster from how hard I was pounding her into the bed.

  She’s never looked more lovely.

  I’m still got a semi going and it’s enough to keep me inside of her. I’m so wound up that one fuck isn’t going to cut it. I hope Lindy’s really planning on staying the night because I don’t have any intention of letting her go just yet.

  Beneath the weight of my body, I feel her move her hips, gauging to see if I’m still inside her. Yup. I’m not pulling out until I have to.

  Lindy doesn’t seem to mind. She reaches up, her fingers returning to my hair because she’s obviously caught on to how much I love it. Pulling me down for a kiss, she sighs as the two of us stay connected.

  “Mm,” she murmurs after she breaks our kiss. “This is just what the doctor ordered.”

  I laugh, feeling kind of giddy and more relaxed than I’ve been in years as I wrap my arms around her and roll us so that she’s on top. I give her a couple of shallow thrusts, just to remind her that we’re still together, then hold her close.

  I’ll give her a little time to recover. After that, I have to have her again.

  9

  Tristan

  I end up having Lindy three more times before she jokingly pushes me away when I try to enter her from behind again. I learned that she’ll clench down on my cock if I fuck her from behind while tugging on her nipples. It’s a mind-blowing orgasm for both of us and I couldn’t wait to recover to try it again.

  I think I might’ve worn my woman out. She lets me go down on her again, but she squeals when her clit gets too sensitized again, then climbs out of the bed as I try to grab her and pull her under me.

  Picking up on
e of the pillows that fell on the floor, she throws it at me and tells me she’s taking a shower. I don’t blame her, even if I want to keep her in my bed. After the last few hours, the whole suite smells like sex and we’re both covered in sweat.

  A shower sounds like a good idea, especially since shower sex is an even better one.

  So, of course, I offer to join Lindy in the shower, and she just laughs me off. I don’t know if she realizes I’m serious. By the time I hear the shower running and I imagine the water sluicing off her big, bouncy tits, streaming down that body of hers, my cock is hard again. I’m more than ready for another round.

  To my disappointment, Lindy comes out a few minutes later with her hair up in a towel, a robe tied tightly over her curves. I reach for her and she dances out of reach.

  “Shower first. I’ll clean up the room while you’re in there, then maybe we can start over again.”

  You’ve never seen a naked man run so fast. Start over? If Lindy means that we can do everything we just did a second time, I’ll do whatever she asks.

  I’m tempted to rub one out while I’m under the spray but decide not to waste it on the shower stall. My erection is a pain in the ass as I scrub up quickly, handling my hard cock as efficiently as possible so that it’s ready for Lindy as soon as I’m done.

  Wrapping my towel around my waist, I hop out of the shower and head for the counter. Between Lindy’s steaming shower and mine, the mirror’s fogged up with condensation. I use a washcloth to wipe a circle big enough to see my face.

  I’m wearing the biggest, goofiest grin as I finger-comb my hair and eye my jaw. There’s a thick stubble growing there that wasn’t so noticeable the last time I paid attention. The inside of Lindy’s thighs are super delicate, her pussy folds even moreso. I don’t want to scratch at her with my stubble. Even though it might take a few minutes longer, I really should shave.