“It wasn’t deliberate. Tristan’s an amazing guy, and he’s the complete opposite of Mitchell.”
“I love his name. Tell me everything.”
"Well, as I said, his name’s Tristan. He’s twenty-three, has amazingly silky, dirty blonde hair and a body that every woman would want to lick from head to toe.”
“OMG, have you slept with him already?”
“No, I haven’t. Now, I don’t want to sound rude, but he’s waiting for me downstairs. I’ll send a photo of him if that will keep you off my back for a little while?”
“For now.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Court.”
“Goodnight, Cass.”
I gather a few of my belongings and stuff them into an overnight bag. As soon as I have everything I need, I make my way back downstairs where I find my dad and Tristan talking, but I wait until they're finished before asking, “Are you sure you’ll be okay for tonight, Dad? I’m happy to stay if you aren’t feeling well?”
“No, love. I’m fine. Go off and enjoy your night.”
“Do you promise to call me if you begin to feel ill?” My eyes bore into his. I’ll be able to tell if he's lying to me. I’ve always been able to read his facial expressions like a book.
“I promise you, I will.” He salutes as if he's a boy scout.
“Okay, then.” I look over at Tristan. “Are you ready?”
“Sure am.” He stands.
“Okay, Dad, I’ll see you in the morning.” I lean in and hug him.
“Okay, love. Have a great night.” He reaches his hand out to shake Tristan’s. “Look after her," he teases.
“Of course, I will. Goodnight, Pat.” He shakes my dad’s hand, then leads me toward the front entrance.
Tristan, being the gentleman he is, takes my bag while we walk around to his house. I already know from seeing the outside that it’s enormous, but the moment he opens the front door, my jaw hits the ground. My family’s house is big, but in comparison, George and Carol’s home is a bungalow.
“Wow, Tristan. You have a fucking awesome home.”
He takes my hand in his. “Thanks. Now, do you want to go up and put your bags in my room?” he asks innocently.
My mind is already in the gutter, so I shake my head. “I don’t think we should just yet. I have a feeling that if we go in there now, we won’t be coming back down.” I smile.
“I like how you think.” He leans in and presses his soft lips to mine. “Come on, let’s hit the bar.” Tristan leads me down a long hallway and into what he calls ‘a bar.' As I take a look around, I am taken back. It has everything a pub would have. There’s a full bar, two pool tables, and a Jukebox. “Why do we go out to the bar when we could come here instead?” I ask, but before Tristan can respond, I see a dark-haired, middle-aged man appear behind the bar.
“Can I get you something to drink, ma’am?” he asks me.
“Um, a bourbon and Coke, please,” I answer shyly. No one I know has a bar in their house, let alone an actual bartender.
Tristan laughs beside me. “Cass, this is Ben, Ben, Cass. Ben’s worked for my family for a hell of a lot of years. You don’t have to be shy.”
I feel like such an idiot. I want to bury my head under a pillow and die. “Sorry, Ben, I’m kind of new to all of this rich life existence.” I wave my hand around the room for emphasis.
Ben chuckles. “No problem at all. Here’s your drink,” he says as he passes a glass to me.
“Thank you.”
Tristan then links his arm through mine. “Do you want to play a game of pool?” he asks.
“I’m not great at it, but sure.” I shrug. What’s the worst that can happen?
After Tristan kicks my ass a couple of times, we walk back to the bar and have our drinks refreshed.
“Hey,” he snakes his hand around my waist. “I was up really early this morning because I had to study. I was wondering if we could make our way up to the bedroom? I promise you, we won’t do anything you don’t want to. I truly am just tired.” He’s cringing, and it is freaking adorable. I can’t believe he thinks I wouldn’t want to touch him.
Does he not own a mirror?
Who wouldn’t want to touch him?
“That sounds like a good plan.” He physically relaxes as he takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. His overly large bedroom. Damn, I could live in this room and be a happy chappy for the rest of my life. The flat-screen alone wouldn’t fit in my bedroom at my mother’s house. His bed is like the ones you see on MTV’s Cribs. I swear it’s like two king-size beds were placed side by side, and I might need a step ladder to climb up onto it.
When it comes to the part when I have to get ready for bed, my anxiety kicks in. I’d never spent the night with Mitchell, so this will be the first time I stay with a guy overnight. I know I have to get changed, but I am far too self-conscious to do it in front of him. “I have to brush my teeth. Where can I do that?” I ask nervously.
“No problem. Follow me.” He shows me where the bathroom is and I catch a glimpse of a smirk as he closes the door behind him.
When the door clicks, I turn and open the overnight case, and I take out my black silk nightie with lace trim, and I begin to panic. I’ve never in my life worn lingerie for a guy, let alone one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.
The moment I’ve changed, I stand in front of the floor-length mirror for a moment and assess how I look. ‘Not bad,’ I tell myself. I’ve never thought of myself as being anything special to look at, but I do know that I’m not completely hideous.
Once I've taken a deep breath, I pull myself together, open the door, and before I can chicken out I open it. I almost squeal out of shock when I see that Tristan is standing before me, one of his arms is resting up against the wall. My mouth is now dry because he’s looking sexier than anyone could ever imagine. Ever. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue silk PJ bottoms. I can’t help but stare at his perfectly tight body. He’s very tanned for an Irishman.
“Hey,” I smile. I have to keep myself from looking like an idiot because all I want to do is lean in and start kissing and licking his perfect chest.
“Hey, yourself.” He looks me up and down, and it makes me self-conscious. “You are so beautiful.” Tristan then takes my hand in his and leads me over to the bed. Unfortunately for me, there isn’t a step ladder to climb. I’ll bet all the money in the world that I look like a complete moron.
After finally managing to climb up and get under the covers, I lay on my side facing him.
“So, I know what I promised you, and I’m going to respect that, but can I kiss you?” OMG, he looks so innocent. Why the hell would he think I’d be in the same bed with him and not have him touch me?
“Of course, you can kiss me,” I whisper, so he does.
God, I love it when he kisses me; his touch is driving me crazy. There's a heat in me I’ve never experienced before. I mean, of course, I’ve been horny before, but my god, Tristan knows how to kiss. When my most sensitive areas begin to throb with pleasure, want, and need, I whisper, “By the way, I didn’t pack my sexiest nightie just for you to kiss me.”
His smile widens. “Are you sure?”
I lift my head and run my tongue across his lower lip. “More than ever.”
He presses his lips to mine, then begins to leave a trail down my neck to my chest. He stops where the lace covers my skin, his hands reach up, and he pulls the straps down so my breasts are exposed. His eyes stay locked on mine as he takes my nipple in his mouth. I want to close them and take in the pleasure, but watching him watch me, is so fucking sexy.
I run my hands down his muscular shoulders, Mitchell wasn’t fat, but he sure as hell wasn’t as sexy and in shape as Tristan is. Usually, I’m somewhat timid when it comes to the physical part of a relationship, but Tristan ignites a fire inside of me. It’s hot enough for me to forget any nervousness I’d been experiencing.
Suddenly, I forcefully roll him onto his back and straddle
his lap. When I do, I feel his hardness under me, and I close my eyes for a moment and enjoy the friction.
He runs his hands along my naked thighs all the way to my ass, and his eyes widen when he realizes I didn’t bother putting any panties on. I chuckle while I lean down and kiss him again. His hands find the hem of my nightie, he pulls it up and off, breaking the kiss. He flicks the nightie to the side, but the material is so light that I don’t hear it hit the floor.
I watch him watch me because Tristan makes me feel beautiful, and wanted. His hands are now resting on my hips, and I can still feel how hard he is under me. I want to get rid of those stupid fucking silk PJ bottoms he’s wearing, but I don’t know how to do it without having to be away from him. I don’t want to lose contact, not even for a moment.
I grab onto his waistband with both of my hands indicating what it is I want from him, and the asshole chuckles at my desperation. “We’re in no hurry, baby girl,” he whispers.
Tristan then shuffles back so he’s resting up against the headboard, we’re now face to face. His lips kiss down my neck to my chest and then his mouth closes over my nipple, and my gasp is loud. He moans, and when he does, I feel his dick twitch beneath me, so I rub against the right spot, and when I do, my eyes roll into the back of my head, he is going to make my legs jelly for a week.
He kisses a wet trail to my other nipple and again, I gasp. The first and last time I slept with someone, was an utter disaster and I already know that this time will be so much more. I don’t want to say the dreaded L-word just yet, but deep down in my gut, I know that I do. I know that I love Tristan.
I take hold of his shoulders and unintentionally push my chest further into him. I want more. “Fuck you taste good,” he breathes.
I cup his face, tilting it up towards me, and crush my lips onto his. When our tongues meet, I immediately want more. My hands leave his face, trail down his chest until they reach the waistband of his PJs again.
Suddenly, he effortlessly lifts me off of his lap and gently places me beside him. I watch as he stands and tugs down his bottoms. My eyes widen with shock when I see what he is packing. “Holy fuck,” I murmur. Shit, now I’m embarrassed. I can’t believe I just said that out loud.
Tristan laughs as he kicks his pants to the side, he then pulls at my ankles, and I slide down the bed so I’m lying on my back. I watch as he begins kissing me from my ankle, up past my knees, and to my inner thighs. That’s when I start to panic. My heart is racing because I’ve never had someone’s mouth that close to my core before.
My body stiffens, I’m nervous that he’s down there, but then abruptly, his lips are gone, and I feel the weight of the bed shift. My eyes snap open to search for him, and I hope to hell he hasn’t changed his mind and is leaving me naked for the world to see. But I notice him leaning on the very edge of the bed.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, worried I won’t like the answer.
He rests a hand on my knee. “Is everything, okay? Do you want me to stop? If you do, that’s fine. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable with me.” He seems worried or even scared.
‘Does he not want to be with me?’ I ask myself.
Quickly, I sit up and scoot closer to him while taking his hands in mine. “Why would you think that?”
“Your whole body went stiff when I touched you. I didn’t think you wanted me to continue.” He lets go of my hands and cups my face. “I would never make you do something you don’t want to.” His features soften, but his eyes are still focused on mine.
I shake my head. “No, it’s not that I don’t want you to touch me. It’s just that-” I trail off, suddenly embarrassed, wait, no, mortified. Yep, that’s it, mortified.
“What is it, baby girl?” he asks, his voice soothing.
I take a sharp breath in and tell myself to harden the fuck up. “It’s just that,” I say thinking ‘come on, just tell him, you gutless wench.’
Tristan moves his thumbs over my cheeks in an effort to calm me. “You can tell me anything, Cassie.”
I nod my head. “I’ve only had sex once.” His face stays the same, and he waits for me to continue. “It was a disaster. But, that wasn’t what made me nervous, just now.” I drop my head. I don’t want to be looking into his eyes when I say the next sentence.
“Have you never been kissed down there before?” he asks while ducking his head so he can stare into my eyes.
I shake my head. When Tristan lets out a chuckle, I snap my head up and ask, “What’s so fucking funny?”
He shakes his head. “I love how innocent you are. You’re so different from the other girls I’ve been with. You’re pure, and you’re real. Now, if at any point you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”
Tristan then leans in and brushes his lips across mine, calming me, and when he does, I close my eyes. “I think I want to try it.” I don’t think I do. I know I do.
His lips don’t leave mine as he whispers, “Only if you’re sure.”
I nod slightly. “I am.” Tristan deepens the kiss, his hand is gently cradling the back of my head. He then leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, his hands slowly caressing my sensitive skin. Slowly, I lay back on the bed; my eyes never leaving his as he continues to kiss lower and lower. I desperately try to keep my muscles relaxed. I don’t want to make Tristan feel uncomfortable or feel that I don’t want him when I do. I want him so badly.
He stops to nibble on my hip bone. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, and he chuckles. What is with this guy and chuckling at the most intimate of moments?
When Tristan’s tongue tastes me for the first time, my moan is long and loud. He then tastes me again, and when he does, I can feel my heart thump against my ribs. I run my fingers through his hair, keeping him in place. My head falls back from the feel of his tongue on my most sensitive area.
Tristan has his hands clamped around my thighs and is using them to move my hips where he pleases, which in turn, pleases me. His touch is soft, yet demanding. This is the exact moment I know that I’m his, for eternity. He nuzzles his face further and tastes me again. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” I pant.
His hands leave my thighs, and he runs them up my body, and when he squeezes my breasts, I cry out. His fingers play with my rock-hard nipples, and I want him inside me. I’ll wait, but not for much longer.
He moves with such passion that I can feel my insides building as he keeps licking and moving. I unintentionally press into him, wanting, no, needing more. “Oh, God,” I cry as my body begins convulsing with pleasure. He keeps moving while the aftershocks jerk my body.
As my breathing begins to even out, I feel him kiss up my belly to my breasts. He isn’t done with me just yet, and I love it. His mouth finds my nipple, his tongue teasing the stiff peak and I inhale deeply, wanting more.
He moves his mouth, leaving my nipple bare, alone, and wet until he takes the other. My legs wrap around his waist, and I rub myself against his torso.
His mouth moves upward, and I take his face in my hands and crush my lips to his.
I used to think that if I ever let anyone go down on me, I'd never want to kiss them immediately after, but with Tristan, I don’t care. I don’t care that I can taste myself on him, and I don’t care that others could consider it disgusting. Because with him, everything is new and exciting. I can already see that my life is turning upside down just from being near him.
“I want you,” I whisper, my eyes still closed, enjoying his touch. But eventually, I open them again.
Slowly, he nods his head, pulling his mouth away from mine, our eyes locked. He burns with desire, but as he reaches into the bedside drawer, my peripheral vision catches another glimpse of what he’s packing, and I start to worry because I don’t think he’s going to fit inside me. I watch with curiosity as he rips the foil packaging and rolls the condom on his hard cock. When he's sheathed, I pull him b
ack to me and plant my lips onto his. I swear I could kiss him all night.
Tristan’s touch makes me want to take control, I want to show him that I’m willing to try anything. I know he has a shitload more experience than I have, but I want to watch him while we’re together as one, so I shift him until he’s on his back while I straddle him between my thighs. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing,” I tell him honestly.
“You’re doing great. I got you, baby,” he says with his hands on my hips and a smirk on his face. So I bite the bullet, and I push myself up just enough to take him in my hands, and slowly, very slowly, I help him enter me.
“Holy shit,” I mumble. His grip on my hips tightens while I lower myself even further down, so I can take all of him inside me. Tristan moves his hands to my ass, squeezes my cheeks, and my head throws back with pleasure.
As I lift myself, he pants, “Fuck, Cass.” Squeezing my ass even harder. I rest my hands on his chest using it to steady myself while I find my rhythm, and when I do, holy fuckamoly. Who the hell knew that sex could be so good? I know people brag about it all the time, but Mitchell kind of left me feeling lukewarm about the whole sex experience.
Our eyes are locked as I move on him, I can feel the build-up, and I know I won’t be able to hold out too much longer. I keep moving up and down on him, and as I do, there's a voice in the back of my head that keeps screaming, ‘Why didn’t you fuck him the minute you met him?’ When the orgasm does come, I throw my head back while my body feels like it may burst at the seams. I don’t bother trying to hold in the screams. Right now, I wouldn’t care if my father heard me coming.
As soon as Tristan sees that I'm at my peak, his hands curl at my sides holding me tighter. He isn’t quite as vocal as I am, but I know he's enjoying it just as much as I am.
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