by Penny Wylder
9
Tristan
I rise to consciousness slowly, and then all at once as I realize that there’s a soft, feminine body draped across mine. Nicola’s head lays in the center of my chest, hair falling over her face, and the rest of her sprawled inelegantly on both me and the bed. She’s never looked more beautiful, and the fact that I’m waking up with her feels so right that I can barely breathe.
It’s morning, so I’m already hard, and I want her again. I’ll always want her, and when we finally live together, if she looks like this every morning, I’m going to make early-morning fucking a definite priority.
I shift her weight slowly, bringing her on top of me so I can tip my cock into her. She stirs, moaning as I enter her, and that sound takes me from mostly hard to hard as fucking steel. “Good morning,” she moans. “Hell of a way to wake up.”
“An orgasm before breakfast is always the best policy, I think.”
Holding her hips still, I thrust into her hard and fast. Then I pull her against me as I move, grinding her clit against me. She gasps, suddenly more awake. “What are you doing to me?” It’s a rhetorical question accompanied by the sudden digging of her nails into my skin. I’ll gladly bear the marks if she keeps making sounds like that.
“It’s Saturday morning and I want to make you scream.”
“Not far off,” she says, her voice going high pitched.
I move faster. Harder. Then slower and teasing. I don’t want her to come yet. I want her to be out of her mind with the need to come and then deny her. Over and over until she begs. But she’s catching on after the second time I take her to the edge and pull her back. “Fuck, Tristan.”
Lifting, I move her up to my mouth and sit her pussy squarely over my mouth. The squeak she lets out as I move her is fucking adorable, as is the way it turns into an erotic stream of begging. Running my tongue along her slit, I’m the one who’s moaning now. She tastes amazing.
I swirl my tongue over her clit and suck it as forcefully as I can. I feel her whole body spasm above me, and she grabs the headboard trying to stay upright. “Scream for me, baby,” I say, voice muffled by her pussy.
Her voice is still raw from last night, and the throaty way she’s yelling is pure sex. I know what she likes now. I know the way to flick my tongue along the underside of her clit with steady precision to get her off. And I know how to do that and get her close and then lick my way down to her pussy and fuck her with my tongue to drive her wild.
“Dammit, Tristan,” she groans, the words echoing off the walls. “Please.”
“One more time,” I tell her, licking again.
She thrusts her hips against my mouth, growing desperate. “Why?”
Gripping her hips so she can’t thrust them, I move my mouth only for a second. “Because I said so.”
Last night was the most blisteringly erotic night of my life, and I learned that Nicola likes to lose a little bit of control. And I have a theory that that’s why she’s embarrassed, not the fact that she watched porn. It’s a strong suspicion that when I get her to show me the rest of her videos that there will be a common theme, and I’m more than happy to play into that theme. If giving up control makes her come—makes her want to swallow my cock like it’s giving her oxygen—then I’ll take control.
And I know that I’m right. As soon as I tell her that it’s my choice, her pussy floods with more arousal and wetness, and her whole body shudders. I take her to the peak again, thoroughly enjoying her cursing and begging as I back off again. Her legs are absolutely shaking now as I attack her clit with my tongue. She won’t make it another round of edging. Up and over the edge I sweep her, and she screams just like I wanted her too.
Pure raw pleasure pours from her, and I drink her orgasm like it’s oxygen. She’s moving her hips, seeking more, and I can give her more. Easily. I lift her back onto my cock, sliding deep in one long stroke. She’s still coming, and her pussy grabs my cock like a goddamn vise. Holy shit.
I thrust up into her, and I let go. I’m close enough that it doesn’t take long—so fast that I would be mortified with anyone else. But she makes me ready to blow just by looking at me, and when I can still taste her on my lips, it’s enough to bring me to the edge. Hollering my own climax, I hold onto Nicola, letting her fall onto my chest, exhausted again. I stay buried inside her.
If I’m honest with myself, there’s not a time when I don’t wish I was inside her. Aside from the obvious physical pleasure, it feels like home. “We could do this all day,” I whisper.
She laughs softly, doing interesting things to the way our bodies are connected. “What? Sleep and then fuck?”
“Sleep, fuck, maybe eat something. Then do it again. And again.”
“That sounds nice.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “How long are you able to stay?”
“I think that my alibi easily covers most of the day. And even if it didn’t, I’m done with that. I don’t need to justify why I’m not in the house on a weekend. I’m an adult.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, my chest twinging.
“So tell me,” she says, sitting up again so that she’s straddling me. Neither of us have forgotten that we’re connected, which is clear from the way she squeezes me. “You claim to want to know every one of my fantasies. And now I want to know one of yours. I mean, I want to know them all. But just one for now.”
I pause and think about it. Fantasy? I don’t think there’s a thing that I haven’t imagined about Nicola and me. “There are a lot.”
“Oh?” The word is a sultry purr.
“I had four years. If you don’t think that you were the star of every single situation that I ever imagined, then you’re wrong.”
Nicola’s eyes are sparkling with pleasure and amusement. “Just tell me one.”
“I want every single one of your firsts,” I say, running my hands down her ribs and onto her ass. “Including…” I don’t waste the words; I just touch her. I let my fingers drift over the sweet rose of her ass and love the way her eyes go wide with shock.
“You want that?”
“Fuck yes. I want to have you on your hands and knees and see that pretty ass take every inch of me. You’re going to come so hard you see stars, and then you’ll know that I’m the first and only man to be inside every hole you have.” I intentionally used harsher wording than I might normally, because I want to see her blush, and she does. And her chest rises and falls faster. This is exciting to her, even if it is frightening.
“I’m not ready for that yet.”
I grin. “I know. But that’s not what you asked.”
She squeezes me again in retaliation, and I reverse our positions so that I’m on top again. Much like I was last night. I like the way her sexy little body feels underneath me. It’s easier to feel those sexy curves pressed up against me like this.
“If what you said about the restaurant…” She licks her lips, and her breath is shallow. Being in this position is affecting her too. “If that happens, what will you do? Will you stay at Thompson’s? Do you even want to be there?”
“It’s a good job,” I say. “And I do like it. Even if I do think I might be more effective if I’m not constantly distracted by fucking my girlfriend in a closet.”
She’s grinning. “I’m starting to like that closet. Though I definitely prefer the bed.”
“The bed is better. But yes, to answer your question, I think I’d probably stay. As long as you wanted to be in Leighton City, and if your father doesn’t fire me after we tell him about our relationship.”
“He better not fucking fire you,” she says, suddenly angry. “If he tries to fire you, I will read him the fucking riot act.”
I laugh, finally pulling out of and away from her for a moment. “I appreciate that, but if he reacts that badly, it will likely be easier to leave.”
Nicola sits up and wraps her arms around my waist. “I don’t want that for you. I don’t want you to lose you
r best friend because of me.”
“I don’t think I will. But I knew that it was a risk when I came back. And I already decided that if I had to choose, that it would be you.” I turn so that I can see her more fully. “It will be you. And for the record, it will always be you. To echo the words you said to me that night, you’re it for me.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I know that she feels the words. I put an impossible amount of truth into them. I’m going to marry this woman. All that’s left is to ask. But it’s not today, I know that. “Do you want to eat something? Maybe watch a movie? Or go out to lunch?”
I can feel her smile against my skin. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she says. “I’m happy just to be with you.”
“Then let me take you out,” I say. “I want to take you on an actual date.”
“I didn’t bring any fancy date clothes.”
I scoff. “You could wear a potato sack and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.”
She blushes, and I think that I’m a little in love with that color pink. “Okay. Maybe I should shower.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Why?” Nicola raises an eyebrow.
I kiss her slowly with every intention of arousing her. “Because after lunch I plan on bringing you back here and having my way with you one more time before we have to go back to pretending that we don’t want to be touching each other every second. And after that, I’ll happily recommend a shower. Hell, I’ll shower with you.”
Her voice has dropped into a husky register. “Somehow I think that kind of shower would only leave me dirtier.”
“That’s exactly the idea.” Grabbing my phone off the nightstand I click it open. “Here.” I hand her the phone open to the photos of her with her mouth wrapped around my cock. The photos are sexy as fuck, especially the ones where you can practically see the impression of my shaft in her throat.
Nicola looks at the photo. “Holy shit.”
“It looks good.”
“Not just good,” she murmurs. “That looks amazing.”
I laugh. “Better believe I’m keeping that photo on hand for whenever I need it.”
Predictably, she blushes, but she also flicks through the rest of the pictures, and when she hands me my phone back I see that she’s sent herself several of them. Which is perfect. If she loves pictures of her like that, I’ll be sure to provide more in the future.
I stand and move to my dresser, pulling out fresh clothes. Nicola does the same in her bag. I could easily make room in a drawer for her to keep things here. The idea of that kind of permanence hits me in the gut in a good way. I want so much more than a drawer. Hell, I want to ask her to move in with me right now. But even I know that we can’t move that fast, if only for the sake of other people.
For us, this has been such a long time coming that it feels like we’re moving slowly through nearly dried cement. To everyone else, when they find out, it’s going to feel like a whirlwind. But a drawer? That’s pretty harmless.
“Do you want a drawer?”
“What?”
I turn, gesturing to the dresser. “I’m hoping that this isn’t the only sleepover that you have planned in the near future, and I want you to be able to have stuff you don’t keep in an overnight bag. Plus, it frees you up a little bit from needing an overnight alibi.”
A perfect, bright, smile forms on her face. “That’s perfect. I can smuggle you things at work that I’d like to keep here.”
“I have the first thing to put in there,” I say, reaching into one of the still-full drawers and pulling out her thong from that day when I tasted her in the bathroom.
Her jaw drops. “You kept my panties?”
“Of course I did.”
She hits me lightly on the arm. “You’re such a pervert.”
“This is the part where I remind you that you left so fast that I couldn’t even speak to you, let alone tell you that I had your soaked panties in my pocket.”
“I suppose that is fair. I’m sorry about that.”
I smile. “It worked out in the end.”
“Yeah.” She grabs her bag and goes into the bathroom. “Be out in a second and then we can go. What are we having for lunch?”
Pulling out some jeans and a shirt, I slip into them while she’s out of sight because I’m still so tempted by her that being naked might just lead to leftover Italian food for lunch. “It’s a surprise.”
“Better be a good one,” she calls. But her tone tells me that she’s teasing.
“Don’t worry, it will be.” And after that I’m going to drag her back here and have her in my bed one more time before she has to leave. And maybe again in the shower.
I make quick work of the drawer I offered her, distributing the few clothes that were in it into my other drawers, so that when she steps out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I make a grand gesture to it. “Here you are, my lady.”
She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Any time.”
“Ready to go?” she asks. “You’ve made me work up an appetite.”
I nod. “I hope you have that same appetite by the time we get back.”
“Don’t worry.” Nicola’s voice is low and sultry. “There’s a one-hundred percent guarantee that I will.”
10
Nicola
By the time I arrive back home in the evening I’m thoroughly exhausted. Tristan took me to the one good Thai place in Leighton City, and we had an amazing time. I’m really loving adjusting to the new normal that we can just have a date and hang out like a normal couple. That’s exactly what I want.
And after we finished eating, Tristan showed me just how serious he was about the second kind of appetite. I’ve never had a hotter shower in my life.
It’s still pretty early in the evening, but I think I’m going to go to bed and sleep in. Saturdays are my favorite day of the week because you still have all of Sunday before going back to work. And I’m going to need tomorrow to recover after all the sex in the last twenty-four hours.
Even if I know that given the chance, I would go back to him and have more.
Dad is in the living room when I come in, watching TV. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hi honey. You have a good time with Jill?”
“Yeah.” I hang my coat up. “The gala is going to be really great. She has such a good eye for that kind of thing.”
“I’m glad.” He mutes the television and pauses. I rarely see my dad look uncomfortable, but he does right now. “I need to ask you something.”
“Yeah?”
Dad clears his throat and sits forward on the couch, elbows on his knees. “I was out running errands today and I saw you and Tristan together at Leighton Thai.”
My heart starts to pound and my stomach falls down to my feet. “Yeah?”
“You didn’t mention that you’d be seeing him.”
Casually is the only way to play this, I think, so I shrug. “He helped me have a huge breakthrough on the ice cream flavor, so I decided to pick his brain about what he thought about more flavors. He did marketing for a restaurant chain the last few years.”
“He told you that?”
“Yeah, why?”
My dad shakes his head. “He just doesn’t seem the same. It doesn’t feel like I thought it would, having him back. But you guys seem to be getting closer. Like when he was here last weekend.”
I swallow. “Well you did kind of make it so we have to work closely together.” No lie there. “Have you reached out to him at all? Actually talked to him one-on-one other than that first drink that you guys had at the bar?”
He shakes his head, rubbing his hand across his face.
“Then no wonder you don’t feel like anything’s the same. It’s been a while, and you guys need to get to know each other as friends again. I know that may sound touchy-feely, but you have to bond again.”
“Yeah.” He gives me a thin smile. “You’re pro
bably right. But everything’s okay with you guys?”
The smile on my face is completely real. “Yeah, Dad, everything is great. I promise.”
“Okay.”
“I’m pretty tired,” I say. “I’m going to turn in early.”
He still doesn’t look entirely comfortable and I wonder if he suspects more than he’s actually saying. “Sleep well.”
“I’ll try.” Honestly, after everything, I won’t have to try. I don’t even get undressed before I flop on my bed and send a couple of text messages. The first one is to Tristan telling him that I’m home, and the next one is to Jill.
Thanks for the alibi, girl. It was well worth it!
She’s typing practically before I send the message.
If it was that worth it then you owe me details.
I send her a gif of a celebrity rolling their eyes.
I’m not going to tell you graphic details about my sex life.
Pleeeeeease? I’m dying over here.
Girl, I say, you know I’m still new to this. It’s going to take a while before I’m really okay with sharing how big Tristan’s dick is.
She types for a while.
So it’s big? It’s big isn’t it. He has such fucking Big Dick Energy I would be surprised if it were small.
I laugh out loud, but I’m not giving in. Those moments with Tristan are private, and right now they’re too special to me to share casually like that. And I can’t imagine describing the way he tackled my fantasies to her—both the way I asked and the ways that I didn’t.
This morning, when he took control, I came so hard I thought I might be going blind. I wouldn’t consider myself that kinky, but there’s something so hot about not being given a choice in pleasure. Maybe not every time, but some of the time. And his fantasy still makes me blush every time I think about it.