Suspended Desires, page 4
He sucks on my clit, extending my orgasm as he purrs, “Good girl,” till I can no longer breathe. I’m nothing but a drenched, shaking mess beneath his gaze. He slowly slips his finger out, leaving me feeling empty already.
God, I need his touch.
As if he can read my mind, he pulls me into his big arms as he lies down, rolling me into him and placing my head on his chest. His heart is racing so fast I’m not sure it’s normal.
My breathing regulates, as my body continues to shake with the aftershocks.
I glance down and see his massive cock pulsing, angry, and wanting my attention—although I know he won’t let me have it just yet. I can tell he has something to say about my untouched status. However, I can sense he won’t bring that up right now, not that I want him to, as I’m bathing in the ecstasy of what he just did to me. The soft kisses he’s placing on my forehead have me wanting to freeze this moment and stay like this with him.
I come back to earth as his deep, husky voice whispers, “I need to see that look on your face every day for the rest of my life, Willow.”
I smile up at him, knowing I want that too, and can see my look spark a hunger in his eyes.
“Mine,” he growls so possessively it makes me melt into him like he’s all I need. When he’s holding me like this, I can almost forget that I’m being hunted down. By my own family.
After the way Tristan reacted to my name, I’m starting to believe I underestimated my grandfather’s power. He’s clearly more dangerous than I initially thought.
Tristan must sense my growing anxiety, and his arms tighten around me. We lie in the bed like this for hours, just touching, talking, and getting to know each other until my stomach growls and Tristan laughs.
“Willow, let’s go make you some lunch.”
I grab one of his shirts again, and we each quickly throw on some clothes. As we make our way into the kitchen, I imagine myself cooking for him when he gets home from work, seeing that glorious smile on his face as he walks and kisses me…
I must smile ʼcause his steps falter and he says, “I think I’m going to like where your mind just went.”
My cheeks heat under his scrutiny. I’m clenching my thighs together as I seat myself on the stool and imagine all the things this man may be able to do to me.
He starts making us chicken and cheese toasties with a side salad, and I can’t help but think I won the lottery. He’s good-looking, kind, and he can cook. When he stops and pulls my attention from my present daydream, I freeze at his statement.
“Tell me about yourself, Willow. I want to know every piece of your soul. Clearly you’ve moved around a lot—being a Santiago, that goes without saying. Was there somewhere you stayed more often?” he asks.
I nod my head. I knew this was coming, that he would want to know everything. However, I put my trust in his words about me being his, hoping it’s enough and that he won’t put me into the too difficult category
I look at him, confessing we always went back to our place in Monaco between trips. He stills, and I realise this is news to him, something he didn’t know about my family. I look up into his eyes. They’re blank, and he’s lost to his thoughts all of a sudden.
“Tristan, why did you just freak out? Do you know something? Is there something you need to tell me?”
His knuckles are turning white from the grip he has on the kitchen counter. I can see the way he’s trying to get his breath back in check, pretending like whatever I just said didn’t affect him the way it did. He smirks, as if shocked I read so much in such a short time, and that smirk has my body melting. I clench my thighs as moisture pools between them.
I breathe out. I don’t know how I feel about him wanting to know so much about my past, but I’ll indulge him for a bit. I guess I can only wait and see what he does with the information. I mean, I do have an ace up my sleeve if I need to use it.
“Willow. I don’t know you, but I do know our lives are now entangled forever, so I’m going to ask you something.” He carries on with his line of questioning. “Please be as honest as possible, so we can discuss where to go from here. What does your family do, Willow?”
I look at him, confused, before huffing out, “What do you mean, Tristan? When I said my grandfather’s name at the mansion, you acted as if you knew it personally, like you knew exactly what my family did.” I feel my frustration boiling over at his feigned ignorance. “We run the Santiago circus. I’ve worked and trained in the carnival since I was five years old. I’m a trapeze artist. And, as for the rest of my family, at least that’s how I think of them even if they’re not blood-related, they perform various other acts while my grandfather runs the show.”
Tristan takes a deep breath. Whatever he was looking for me to say, clearly that wasn’t it.
So I continue. “I generally dedicated ten hours a day to training for my routines, and when I wasn’t performing, I was reading. My grandfather would allow me all the books I could ever want. Each time we stepped foot in a new place, I would find a little store and spend hours picking all the different books I would read for that trip. Whenever we would visit Monaco, I would place them in my very own library, which was not far off from being as magnificent as your uncle’s. My books are not old or first copies like his collection, but they’re all just as important to me.”
I could totally get used to his look of pure adoration and interest that he gives me when I talk about the things I love in my life. Tristan is fully invested and seems to hang on my every word. I’ve been waiting my whole life just to have someone look at me like I was the most important thing in their world, and this man—a man I barely know—he does this for me.
Chapter Ten
The way she talks about her books does things to me.
It’s obviously a very happy place for her. She has that look of awe on her face again, the same one I watched fall across her features on the cameras in my uncle’s mansion as I flew the quick half hour from my apartment in Perth to get to this beautiful creature.
My cock springs to life as I watch with intrigue as she talks about her upbringing and goes into detail, telling me about her performances. How her face was painted to conceal her identity before being put in the public eye. It’s all starting to make sense and I believe her. This girl has no idea about anything. I’m starting to see how she was hidden away and protected. This intrigues me. She says she was to be married off to form an alliance.
But who? Who was she meant to marry?
I put more than two and two together as she speaks about her love of travel, books, and all things trapeze. I pause. “Willow.” And she stops, looking up into my gaze immediately. “Is this why you have never been touched? Am I the first man to see and touch this heavenly body you have?”
Her cheeks pinken at my question as her eyes begin to search the floor.
I step forward, tilting her head back to mine with my finger under her chin. Willow looks at me. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love that I’m the first person to ever touch you. I want nothing more than to have your tight, sweet pussy throb around my cock.”
She inhales, the sound sharp and shocked, and I feel her body shiver beneath my fingertips. The images play in my mind, the way I want to touch and hold her, and all the ways I want to give her that look of pure bliss again, the one she had on her face a mere hour ago…
It’s too much. I need to step back. My cock is suffocating in this girl’s presence, always straining to be near her.
Her gaze lingers on mine as she pulls her shoulders straight. “Yes, Tristan, I was never touched. No one was allowed near me. I never realised, until the day I ran, that every boy I ever glanced sideways at disappeared from within the circus. It was clearly meant to keep me a virgin. I don’t know what answers you are looking for from me, but I guess all your questions have had me thinking… I mean, how powerful is the man who raised me and to what lengths has he been willing to go?
I pull her into my arms, off her stool, and onto my lap, holding her to my chest.
Biting her lip, she looks at me. “Do you not want me now?”
I flinch. How can she think that? I want her even more, knowing she’s going to be mine and only mine.
She jumps as a loud knocking comes from the other side of the room. I growl and unwillingly release her, putting distance between us as I make my way to the door. It must be important. I know my guards would not let me be disturbed for any other reason.
Tommy, my closest friend, storms inside. “I have information. I just heard they have released a statement using the underground channels, looking for the infamous Willow Santiago. They are offering one hundred million for her untouched return to her grandfather.”
He freezes as his eyes lock on Willow, and his face distorts with a mixture of confusion and anger, as he realises I’ve brought her back from the mansion to my home. Then he looks at me, his lips curling into a smirk. He’s just noticed she’s as beautiful as I know she is.
I growl. “Don’t even fucking think about it, Tommy. You’re my best friend but I’ll kill you right here if you even think about her like that again.”
With that, she steps to my side instead of away from me, and I grin, watching her come to me for protection.
Tommy clears his throat, offering a hand. “Sorry, Willow, I didn’t realise he was stupid enough to bring you here. I’m the grump’s best friend.” He directs at me.
She reaches out her palm to take Tommy’s and I grab it instead, pulling her into me as I give my friend a look that could kill. My eyes flick to the side to look at her again, as I place a kiss to the top of her head.
Tommy clears his throat, breaking my focus from her to remind me he’s still in my house. I step back from Willow, telling her to go shower for the day, and that I’ll see my annoying friend out. She skips off up the stairs, and the bounce in her step has me smiling like a fool. Returning my attention to Tommy, I take note of his deep exhale.
“Bad news, brother. They are looking for her already. Our contacts notified me right away, saying we could take a new security detail on, if we can find the missing girl. The one you clearly have in your room.”
I still and roll my eyes as I growl out, “They will not be getting her back, Tommy, so don’t even think it.”
He laughs, the sound humourless as he barks back, “Tristan, I’ve never known you to make stupid, hasty decisions. They are willing to pay anything to get their princess back. So, soon, the whole underground will be looking to cash in on her.” He breathes out. “I hope you have a plan, brother. This all just got very real.”
I cringe at his words, knowing they’re true. But all that has changed now. She’s mine and mine only. I will not let anyone take her from me.
He sees the look in my eyes and knows what I’m thinking. We have been best friends since Kindy, so no surprise there. Tommy claps a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll get more men on the job and keep my ear to the ground. Stay safe, mate.” And with that, he runs out the door.
The breath I didn’t know I was holding expels slowly as I watch Willow slipping off her towel after her shower. She bends over to grab my shirt off the floor and put it back on. I walk up behind her, placing my hand on her bare thigh. I feel her flinch with the unexpected contact and watch my hand as it caresses up the inside of her leg. My palm is so large in comparison to her small stature. I feel her body shiver but she hasn’t stopped me yet so I grab her, throwing her over my shoulder. She laughs and pounds on my ass with her tiny fists as I walk her over to the bed and toss her down. She giggles when she lands.
I know I need to be gentle but I need her now and it’s hard to suppress my impulses. Laying her down, I stroke her cheek. She’s watching me with those big, beautiful chocolate eyes of hers.
“Are you ready, Willow? Ready for me to make you mine?”.
She swallows, then nods in response. Watching her carefully for a moment, to make sure it’s truly what she wants, I suck on her neck and see the blush rise up her cheeks as her breathing shallows. I move down, taking one of her gorgeous pink peaks into my mouth. Her moan makes my cock jump as my lips continue along her body.
I suck a finger in my mouth, and her eyes glaze over as I slowly slip the now-moist digit through her soaked folds and into her tight body. She gasps and pushes up against my hand, rubbing her clit into my palm as I curl my finger up to reach that special spot inside her. Her breaths increase and the noises she’s making have me rubbing my straining cock on the bedsheet for some relief. Through my jeans.
I know I’m moving too fast for her. We have only known each other a few weeks but I just can’t keep my mind in check. All it wants is her, like I have finally found my home and my body knows it.
I insert another finger, stretching her out and bringing her sweet body to the edge of climax as I push my thumb to her clit. I shove her over the edge of bliss and watch the ecstasy on her face as she rides the wave of her orgasm.
I move up her body and growl in her ear, causing a shiver to rise the tiny goose bumps on her skin. “Willow, are you ready to be claimed?”
I shake my head at how stupid I’m being. I nearly took her without a care in the world. I jump off the bed, moving towards the bathroom as she pouts her bottom lip and pushes up on her elbows. “Tristan, where are you going? Did I say something wrong?”
I quickly pivot back to the bed and kiss her gorgeous face as I whisper in her ear, “No, angel, you did nothing wrong. I just need to grab some protection before I enter heaven.” I offer her pussy a light slap and she moans.
Looking up at me, she swallows hard. “Tristan. If you want… I mean, this is my first time and all, but I want to feel all of you. I’m on birth control and clearly I’m clean. So, if you are too…?”
I answer immediately. “I’m clean, angel, as long as you’re certain this is what you want?”
She nods. With that being settled, I slowly climb back over her stunning body, grabbing my throbbing erection. I nudge her legs open wider, and with my cock still in my grip, I slide it all along her lips, lubing it up with her essence. Looking back into her eyes, I reach down and line the head up with her swollen, oversensitive hole and slowly start pushing in. She whimpers, and the struggle to fit is overwhelming.
Soothing her, I whisper and rub a tear from her eye, “Willow, you’re so tight. You could be the death of me right now. Never have I wanted something so much in my life.”
She seems to relax at my words, so I keep telling her how beautiful she is as I slowly break through the ring, pushing all the way inside her and feeling the breach as I take her virginity, making her mine.
Her body tenses at my intrusion and her features contort. I reach up, wiping away her tears and urging her to look at me instead of focusing on the pain. Stopping my movements, to let her body acclimate itself to my size, I rub down her cheeks with my fingertip and take her lips with my mouth. I kiss her, mingling her breath with mine as we become one. I reach down with my hand and play with her pink nipple, sending it into a little hard peak. She groans in pleasure. My lips curl up into a smirk when she wriggles her butt, her way of telling me to move.
I laugh. “Do you like that, my dirty girl? You ready for me to fuck you so deeply you’ll still feel me tomorrow?”
She whimpers. “Tristan, stop teasing. And move. I need you to move”
With that, I pull all the way out, pushing back in, slowly, feeling the stretch while filling her tiny space well and truly.
Her body heats up like a furnace as I pump in and out, her muscles tensing the closer she gets to her climax. I don’t let up, though, her screams egging me on. The way she chants my name heightens the intensity of my lust. My need for her.
Thrusting in and out, I feel her start to convulse around my cock. I rub my fingers against her swollen nub to prolong her release, her hole clamping down around my cock as I follow her over the edge. I see stars, feeling things I never thought I could find in another person. I know I’ve found my soul mate.
Her sweet body has just milked me of everything I have. I nuzzle into her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she returns from her bliss. I kiss her softly all over her face, hoping she can tell how much I’ll cherish her forever from this moment on.
I free my cock and roll her over to tug her against me. She’s so peaceful. I watch her chest rise and fall as she snuggles into me, so blissfully unaware, as my mind goes a thousand miles an hour to try to figure out what I’m going to do to ensure she stays mine.
Chapter Eleven
Waking, I stretch my hand out but can’t find him. I roll over, squinting my eyes open. It’s still light out, meaning I didn’t nap for long. Tristan must have gotten up.
Sitting upright in bed, I feel a slight soreness at my core. However, the reasoning behind it has me squirming on the spot. There’s a small amount of blood on the sheets, evidence that it did really happen and wasn’t just the most amazing dream of my life. Despite the pain, the sweetness he showed me while he took my virginity had me knowing no one else would ever come close to what I feel for Tristan Alexander.
Throwing some comfy clothes from his wardrobe onto my tender body, I head towards the kitchen. My stomach grumbles right on time, as my eyes find the clock on the wall. Yep, it’s almost dinnertime. Maybe I’ll cook for him today. I make a really good noodle stir fry if he has the ingredients.
The smash I hear has me running towards the noise and calling out for Tristan. I freeze in his office doorway as I take in the shattered glass on the floor. His face appears tortured when he looks up at me. I move towards him, slipping my arms around him to try to offer whatever comfort I can.
His body slumps into mine, relaxing a little as he breathes out, “Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
