The End of Us, page 11
An orgasm I wanted to taste.
“Show me,” I blurt out.
Her eyes snap to mine as a blush covers her cheeks. Then she lowers them down to my shorts and notices my cock bulging against the fabric. She arches a taunting eyebrow, then slides a hand between her thighs and swipes a finger through her lips.
I grind my teeth, keeping my hands to myself while contemplating swatting hers away so I can take control.
“I’ve been wondering if someone like you would be able to get me off…” she says, playing with her clit as she brushes two fingers over it. “I’m an expert at self-pleasure, but you’re all business and hardheaded. Surely, you won’t know how to do it.”
I nearly choke out a laugh, gripping the top of the wooden shower stall. My fists are ready to punch a hole in them if she doesn’t stop torturing me. “You’re hilarious.”
She shrugs, her breath hitching as she increases her pace. “Prove it then.”
“You don’t want to push me, Piper. I’m not gentle and am seconds away from taking what we both want. Put your swimsuit on and get inside the house.”
Piper sticks out her delicate tongue, slowly licking the edges of her mouth as her eyes roll back. Her hand moves faster, and by her heavy breathing, I can tell she’s close to coming all over herself.
“Watch me,” she demands. “Watch what you do to me.”
My gaze involuntarily lowers as I try to talk myself into leaving, but my feet stay planted.
She screams out in pleasure, her legs shaking as she rubs her clit faster, and when she nearly slips on the water, I catch her with one arm.
“Oh my God…” she mutters wildly before bringing two fingers to her mouth. Then she sucks on them with a deep groan.
And just like that, the thread fucking snaps.
Gripping the hair at the back of her head, I pull her toward me and capture her lips. She gasps at the sudden movement, but I keep her stable as I cage her against the wall.
“I want to taste your come,” I murmur, lowering my hand between her legs and scooping up her juices. Then I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck hard on them. “Fuck. You’re so sweet.”
“You like it?” she asks.
“Goddammit, Piper.” I bring our foreheads together, my cock screaming to be released and consumed by her. “One taste and I’m already fucking addicted.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
PIPER
The moment Tristan’s mouth and hands are on me, every part of my body screams finally. I knew he’d cave once he accepted our feelings were mutual. Understanding Tristan on a deeper level solidified my attraction to him. I know he’s hesitant, but exploring the chemistry between us is more than worth the consequences.
And Tristan’s willing to risk it all too.
“Goddammit, Piper. One taste and I’m already fucking addicted.”
His words are music to my soul, but I need more.
I turn off the water. “Please don’t just tell me what I want to hear. Only touch me if that’s what you want.”
“Look at me,” he demands, and I do. “You should know I’d never feed you bullshit. Every word I’ve said has been one-hundred-percent genuine. Never doubt that.”
I nod, appreciating his openness.
“Trust me, I wish I were strong enough to resist you, but trying to stay away is exhausting. I can’t fight it anymore.”
My heart pounds while the blood rushes to my ears, and my stomach fills with butterflies. “Thank God.”
Tristan cups my face, then crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue explores mine and steals my breath all at the same time.
“You’re shivering,” he murmurs. “We should go in.”
I frown, but he’s right. The fireworks will start any minute.
“Okay.” I push open the door, but Tristan quickly closes it.
“You’re naked.” He lowers his gaze to my breasts. “You can’t go out like that.”
“No one can see us from here.”
“Take my shirt.” He pulls it over his head, and I lick my lips at the sight of his chest and abs. “Stop staring and put it on.”
I chuckle at his arrogant tone and do what he says. It falls to my knees. “I’m keeping this, by the way.”
The corner of his lips tilts up slightly. “Ready?”
When I nod, Tristan takes my hand, then leads me to the house. He puts on his holster and grabs our stuff off the table, then opens the door. After he’s locked the door behind us, he unloads everything. I tell him I’m going to warm up in the bath.
“Wish you could join me…” I taunt, walking backward toward the stairs.
“I’ll be waiting for you right here.” He flashes me a wink that makes my clit throb.
“Or you could come and watch like the bodyguard you’re supposed to be? I promise to provide you with a much better show than the fireworks.”
His wide grin tells me all I need to know, and within seconds, he’s following me upstairs.
Once I’m in the bathroom, I turn on the water and add some of the bath salts Easton brought. Tristan stands with his arms crossed, staring at me as I undress. His cock bulges in his shorts, and I wonder what it’d take for him to let me suck him off. I’ve given head a few times but have never really liked it. However, I think I’d more than enjoy having him in my mouth.
“What are you thinking about?” he blurts out.
“Huh? What makes you think I’m thinking about something?”
“You have that look on your face,” he tells me. “You’re lost in thought.”
I smirk as I dip my toes into the tub, then slowly submerge myself.
“Just reliving the moment you finally touched me and wondering if you’ll ever do it again.” I slide in deeper, letting the water glide over my breasts.
“That was a moment of weakness,” Tristan states defensively as I catch his eyes lingering on my chest. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Without responding, I spread my thighs and dip my hand between them. My body’s still buzzing from earlier, and I’m getting worked up all over again.
“Then tell me how I should touch myself,” I say, rubbing circles over my clit. “Because now that you’ve helped me orgasm, I’d like another.”
I look over and see his jaw tense.
“You know exactly how to do it,” he growls. “My dick’s hard just remembering your taste.”
My heart pounds faster as I rub harder. “Show me how you touch yourself,” I demand. “I want to watch.”
Instead of arguing, he leans against the counter and slips a hand into his shorts. Once he lowers them, my mouth waters just thinking about feeling him between my lips.
“God, you’re so thick.” I seductively stare at him stroking his length.
“Thrust a finger inside your cunt,” he demands, and the hoarseness of his voice heats me to the core.
I push a digit between my legs and arch my back as I seek out my pleasure.
“You’re tight, aren’t you, baby?”
“Very,” I admit, loving how he says that. I press the palm of my hand against my clit and add more pressure.
“Add another one,” he commands. “Fill yourself full.”
Tristan grips his dick firmer as the vein in his neck threatens to burst. He’s getting off on watching me, and I’m about to explode from the way he’s looking at me.
“Tristan, I’m so close,” I murmur, pushing my palm harder as water splashes around me.
“Don’t come. You wait until I tell you.”
“I-I…” My entire body spasms as my release shoots up my spine and down again to my legs. I suck in my bottom lip as I suppress a moan, my breasts rising and falling as I try to gain control. “Oh my God.”
“You finished without me.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I pant.
Tristan walks closer, palming his cock and taunting me with every thick inch. “Now you need to help me.”
I adjust myself, scooting closer to the edge of the tub, and reach for him.
“Open your mouth.”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I do as he says and stick out my tongue. Moments later, he slides himself between my lips, and I quickly realize he’s much bigger than I thought.
“Breathe through your nose, sweetheart.” He grips my hair at the back of my head, tilting it up and guiding himself down my throat. “There you go. Take all of it, my sassy girl.”
I narrow my eyes at him as I coat his length, then cup his balls. He hisses between his teeth, and I can tell he’s close.
“Fuck, Piper. You’re way too good at this.”
I stroke him with my other hand as I glide my tongue around his tip. His hips slightly buck, and I can tell he’s sensitive there.
“Oh, shit.” He yanks away until I release him, then pumps himself until he spills on my breasts. “Goddamn.”
I rub his come over my nipple before sucking it off my finger. Tristan watches me with lustful eyes as he tucks himself into his shorts.
“Is this where you admit you’ve had another moment of weakness?” I throw back the words I knew he’d live to regret.
His gaze hardens. “No. I didn’t touch you this time.”
“But you let me touch you.”
“I did.” He smirks.
“So, what’s the problem? We’re both adults, consenting to giving and receiving pleasure.”
“The only problem I see is you’re in there instead of my bed.”
After rinsing off the soap and getting out of the tub, I wrapped a towel around my body. Once I dried off, Tristan led me to his room as nervousness soared through me.
“Are you okay?” He studies me as he sits on the bed and pulls me to stand between his legs.
“Yes, but I think I’m in shock,” I answer honestly. “I’ve wanted you to kiss and touch me for so damn long.”
Tristan cups my face with both hands before pressing his lips to mine. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want. Don’t be afraid to communicate with me. That’s the only way I’ll understand your needs and limits.”
“Then I guess it’s a good time to tell you I don’t really know what my limits are…I haven’t experienced what I like or don’t like yet.”
If he’s surprised by this confession, his expression doesn’t give it away. A part of me thought he knew, but it’s not exactly something you randomly blurt out.
“I look forward to finding out what they are then,” he says. “Just know I’ll never hurt you and will keep you safe in and out of the bedroom.”
I chew on my bottom lip, loving the sound of that. “And what do you like? What are your preferences?”
“Well…” He slides his thumb slowly over my bottom lip. “When I tell you to sit on my face so I can lick every inch of your pussy, I mean for you to suffocate me. Don’t hover. Literally sit on my face.”
My eyes widen in shock. The few men who have ever gone down on me were always between my legs, never underneath me. But Tristan seems more experienced and ready to please me the right way.
“Remember when you asked me how I have sex?”
A blush creeps up my neck and face. “Vividly, yes.”
“I like to give pleasure before receiving it, which means once you’ve come on my fingers and face, then I’ll take off my prosthesis.”
“So you do take it off?”
He smirks. “Usually, yes. It’s not super comfortable to wear in various positions. It can also weigh me down.”
“Interesting.” I grin.
“Lift your arms,” he commands.
As soon as I do, the towel drops to my feet. Tristan’s gaze lowers between my thighs, then he slides a finger down my slit.
“How are you so goddamn wet already?”
With just one touch, my breath hitches. “Because I’ve been thinking about you being my first for months.”
“You sure you want that?”
“Does my arousal not give it away?”
“I’ll need to taste you to be certain,” he taunts, licking his finger.
Tristan backs up on the bed and lays in the middle, then motions for me to follow.
“You were serious about me smothering you?”
“Trust me, sweetheart. When I need air, I’ll find a way. The only thing you need to worry about is giving me complete and total access to your pussy.”
I crawl up his body, then straddle his head as I hold the headboard. I’ve never been in this position before, and I can’t help feeling self-conscious that my most intimate part is directly in his face.
Tristan grips my waist, then smacks my ass. “Sit.”
Relaxing my hips, I lower myself until his tongue is against my clit. I blow out an intense breath, rocking against his facial hair. He grips my ass cheeks and spreads them apart as he drives his tongue deeper.
“Holy shit,” I pant out, hardly able to speak as he masterfully teases my clit. I’ve never felt anything like this, and the sensation is almost too much.
After a couple of minutes, Tristan pushes me up slightly as he flicks and sucks my pussy lips.
“Jesus. I think my legs are going numb.”
He lifts me a tad higher. “Then you’re almost there.”
Before I can respond, he pulls me down, adding more pressure, and rubs circles over my throbbing nub.
My fingers squeeze the headboard as a wave of pleasure shoots through me. The air gets caught in my throat as the eruption takes over, and Tristan’s moaning vibrates through me.
Before I know what hits me, I’m shoved off the ledge without warning. It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. Getting one orgasm from a guy was rare, but two…this man is an anomaly.
Tristan taps my thigh, and I take that as my sign to move off him before I kill him with my vagina.
“Please tell me I didn’t do that wrong.” I lie on my side next to him.
Tristan looks at me, then dramatically wipes my come off his beard. “You were fucking made to sit on my face, baby. You wanna taste?” He arches a brow, waiting for my approval.
“I wanna taste you,” I retort.
“That’s not my rule.”
There were rules?
“Your pleasure is my priority,” he reiterates when I flash him a confused look.
“And I came…twice,” I remind him.
The corner of his lips swipes up into an arrogant smirk. “It’s adorable you think twice is a lot.”
“It’s not?”
“No, baby. Not with me at least. I want your legs trembling. Your throat raw from screaming my name. And my handprint bruised into your ass. Once I’ve pulled every orgasm from your body, then I’ll let you touch me.”
“You’re going to make me beg for it, aren’t you? As if I haven’t seen you stare at my tits and ass for the past two weeks.”
He chuckles with amusement, rolling over and capturing my mouth. “What can I say? They’re pleasant to look at, even when you’re scolding me about my cooking.”
Tristan palms my breast and pinches the nipple. I yelp with surprise.
“I’ve jerked off to the image of your tits bouncing in my face. I came so damn hard and unexpectedly, I couldn’t reach for a towel fast enough and ended up making a mess all over myself.”
I bite on my lower lip, picturing that very thing and how hot it’d be to witness. “I wanna see that.”
Without waiting for his answer, I slide his shorts down and allow his cock to spring free. The tip is wet. He’s just as worked up as I am.
Next, I straddle his waist but don’t sit yet, giving him just enough space to stroke himself.
“Except this time, instead of having to imagine it, you’ll get the real show.” I arch my back, making my breasts bounce.
“Jesus Christ, Piper…your juices are leaking all over me.” He dips a finger between my legs, then places it in his mouth.
“I’m so wet. I could easily fuck you right here and now.”
“We need to get you ready first.” He grips his shaft, stroking himself a few times before he rubs it between my pussy lips.
I’ve been dreaming of the day I’d lose my V-card, and I honestly had no clue it’d be with Tristan, but now I can’t imagine it ever being with anyone else.
“Tristan, I want you inside me,” I beg, clinging to his shoulders as he pushes in slowly before sliding back out. “You’re being a tease.”
“I hate the thought of hurting you, Piper. The things I want to do to you have to be done with caution. I can’t just pound into you when you’re this tight.”
My patience is thinning as he rubs the tip along my slit some more. I love watching the way he handles himself, tightly gripping his girth and roughly stroking the length.
“Are you going to let me devour you again first?” I ask, prolonging the moment we’ll finally cross that line.
He nods, releasing his hold on me. I kneel in front of him as he repositions himself, giving me easy access to fully take him in my mouth.
“Slow, Piper. I’m not coming until I’m inside you. I have a condom in—”
“No. I’m on birth control. And I want to feel you inside me—raw and thick—with nothing between us.”
“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to fill your tight little cunt full.”
His words draw heat through my body as my willpower of waiting comes close to snapping. I take his shaft and feed him down my throat. His hips buck as I swirl my tongue around his tip, then suck as he thrusts harder.
“Goddamn, your smart mouth is vicious,” he hisses. “You’ve gotta stop that.”
But I don’t.
I squeeze my palm tighter, hollow my cheeks, and move faster.
“Piper!” he scolds, and I stifle an amused laugh. “I said slow.”
I ignore his request, dying to feel him lose control and taste his arousal. Before I can continue, though, Tristan sits up and fists my hair.
“Did you not hear me?” He tightens his grip, making me lose my rhythm.
“When have you ever known me to follow the rules?” I challenge.
He brings his other hand to my chest and twists my nipple. “And when have you ever known me to allow you to break them?”
I smirk. “I guess today’s the day I find out.”
