Everything I Want (18 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Okay? I take it that he must’ve texted Phil earlier when I saw him on his phone.

Standing up too quickly, I feel a rush spread over me. It could’ve been from the beer, or it could’ve been how dark Tristan turned and ordering me what to do. And for the fact that I’m actually following along.

I start to move and quickly lean on the table. Damn it! I’m really buzzed. What the hell? Laughing at myself, Tristan says nothing and puts his arm around my waist so that I’m leaning against his hard body. Mmm… I like this.

Tristan bends down to whisper in my ear, “Are you okay?” Nodding to him, smiling I say, “of course.” He finally smiles again but it fades quick. Leading me through the door, he helps me into the SUV. And I feel his hand directly on my ass when he does. Oh my god! He’s not playing coy at all. Climbing in after me, he scoots right up on me. On the way here, he put a little distance between us. But now, he’s holding me close to him with his one arm and using his hand to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

I look up at him and I see that he is just staring down at me. With his mouth in a tight line. Breathing hard.

My body starts to react. Feeling hotter than it did moments ago and tingling where he is touching me. My core is starting to throb a little at the anticipation of what maybe or hopefully is to come.

Pressing my thighs together to dull the ache Tristan notices my squirming.

He licks his bottom lip slowly and all I can think of, is how his tongue would feel on my most delicate area again.

I’m breathing heavier now too. It’s hard to do wearing such a tight top. I see his eyes go from my face down to my chest. Watching my breast move up and down with my breathing.

Suddenly he bends down and slowly licks the top of my left breast. Holy shit! I know I should be thinking about Phil being right there, but all I can think about is Tristan. Tristan touching me. Licking me and hopefully soon be fucking me.

I press my lips to his neck and slowly lick up toward his ear. Every once in a while stopping to lay a gentle kiss along the way. He growls in my ear and reaching up tugging my hair. Pulling my lips away from him. Ouch! What the fuck?

He leans down and whispers on my lips. “Don’t!” Then he kisses me briefly before softly growling at me again. “I didn’t say you could do that.” Huh? Okay my spinning head is a little confused right now. My body is aching to touch and kiss him everywhere. And he doesn’t want me to? He can lay his hands all over me and expect me to just calmly sit there?

I try to pull my way out of his arms but he just pulls me closer to him. Crashing in to his firm chest.

“Don’t!” he says to me then he crashes his full lips down on to mine. Kissing me hard. Like he’s starving for me. I taste the sweet taste of beer on his breath and the salt on his lips. I open my mouth up partially letting him in. He uses his tongue forcefully though and crashes deep into my mouth. His hands start caressing my body and I let him. Feeling every inch of me. Cupping my breast and gripping it as we make out here in the back of the SUV. With Phil right there.

But I don’t care. I’m too built up right now to even give a damn. I hesitantly press my hands against Tristan hard chest. Thinking he might pull away again. But he doesn’t and I begin to caress his chest, feeling every hard inch of him. His chest moving up and down heavily.

Now it’s my turn to be a little tease, I pull back some, removing my hands from. I feel my swollen lips and see his in the hints of light that we pass by as we make our way back into the city. He growls low and crashes down at me again, but I pull back away. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but seeing Tristan’s reaction turns me on even more. I lazily peer up at him through my lashes and bite down on my lower lip. And that’s all it took to throw Tristan over the edge.

“Pull over!” he yells at Phil, and Phil instantly pulls off to the side of the road. Dirt and rocks flying behind the vehicle as we quickly pull off.
What in the hell is he doing?

“Come back here in twenty.” Tristan commands him and then yanks me by my arm hard. Shit it feels like he pulled it out of socket. Slamming the door hard, Phil quickly pulls out, and the last thing I notice is the headlights fading away in front of me. We’re not right in the city yet, but the outskirts. There’s only a few street lights around and warehouses. Tristan grabbing my arm tightly, he pushes me into an alley and my back hits the cold concrete wall hard. The chill of the October night cools my already on fire skin. Tristan grabs my neck and with one hand and the other grabbing my chin firmly pushes it upward.

“What the he—” He crashes his entire body onto mine, stopping me dead in my tracks. He rips away from me, with a carnal look his eyes he growls, “Shut up! Just shut the fuck up.” His lips find mine again, Massaging them with his, roughly. I know part of me, the feminist part is screaming for me to stop this, but I’m way too hot right now at Tristan’s dominance to give a shit. I let him take me. Whatever I did to send him over the edge was well worth it as of right now.

Tristan grabs the top of my corset and rips it open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. Hearing the clinking noises of them when they hit the pavement. My breast are fully exposed right now and Tristan groans real quick before he leans down and takes one nipple his mouth. Sucking forcefully his other hand has my right breast cupped. The chill in the air and how hot I am, make my nipples like pebbles right now and my breast feel heavy with need.

My head falls back and I begin to moan, stroking my fingers through Tristan’s thick soft hair.

I’m letting him take me like this. And I don’t care.

Suddenly I feel brave and a little cocky. I want to wind up Tristan even more to see where it takes me. I tilt my head down to where my lips are grazing his scalp, I whisper to him, “Why did you tell him only twenty?” My breathing picks up as Tristan’s mouth is clamped down around my nipple. Having a smirk dance on my face I continue, “You can’t handle my pussy for longer than that.” Tristan rips his mouth off my nipple, causing a little pain at the suction being released. And using his hand on my throat, pushes my head tight against the wall. His gazes is dark and intense. His voice is deep and dangerous. “Your pussy is mine now.” He releases his other hand from my hair and unbuckles my jeans, sliding his hand down, cupping me he says, “This is mine.” He slides two fingers in, causing me to jump. “I can have it whenever, wherever. And don’t test me Sophia. I’ll fuck you all god damn night just to shut your smart mouth up. And I don’t give a fuck who comes out to watch.”

He pulls his fingers out and in an instant undoes his pants. “Pull down your pants and face the wall,” he growls at me. I didn’t hesitate. I’m so ready for him to be inside me. I slide my jeans down to my thighs so I can only separate my legs by a couple of inches. I press my palms up on the ridged, cool brick wall, scrapping them a bit at Tristan’s force behind me.

I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. He’s much larger than any guy that I slept with before. And I’m anticipating the feel of his cock tearing the inside of me. With a low growl noise coming from his throat. He places one hand firmly on my hip with the other twisting my hair tightly in his hand. He thrusts hard inside of me. “Ahh!” I moan so loudly. But I don’t care. His cock is stretching me, feeling him tear through my delicate area. Being like this with my legs only a few inches apart and his size, makes me feel like almost virginal. I start to buck back at him. Meeting him thrust for thrust. “Mmm… ” He groans. And he starts slamming into me harder and harder. Hearing him breathing hard makes my pussy even wetter. Hearing the slapping noises of him coming down on me, turns me on. He must notice it too, because all of a sudden he growls, “You’re so fucking wet. And that pussy is tight. Mmm… Fuck!”

He bends over me and starts licking and kissing the nape of my neck and I move my head back and out of the way to give him easier access. “Fuck! Tristan!” I start moaning even louder. I can’t help it, my body begins to feel the tighten sensations deep within its core, and I know it’s coming. Hearing him grunt in my ear as he slams into me is about to send me over the edge. Breathlessly I moan, “I… I… ” But I can’t say anymore. I feel my body tightening and my core feeling like it’s exploding. “Ahh… ” I come hard, hard on him and he gives me a few more hard thrusts before I feel him pulsate inside me. “Fuck!” He whispers with his head falling down on mine.

I feel like I just lost all strength. Tristan wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his chest.

I’m spent. “I. Can’t,” I say with no breath, trying to grab my jeans to pull them up.

Tristan notices and in seconds pulls my jeans up for me. But I don’t think he buttoned them.

I feel a breeze blow across my chest, trying to pull my top together I realize that the buttons were gone. He must of pulled off his shirt because I feel him slipping it on me. I’m drunk and I just got hit with an intense orgasm. I can’t move. My head falls back onto Tristan’s shoulders and I feel him pick me up and cradle me.

Part of me is saying “Get your ass up!” But I can’t.

He takes a few steps, his breathing slowing down and I hear a vehicle pull up. My eyes so heavy, I try to open them but I can’t. All I can focus on at this moment is breathing in air.

I can feel the heated leather of the seat on my back as Tristan lays me inside of the SUV. But I don’t say anything. Neither does he. I close my eyes and the last thing I hear is the door closing and Tristan saying something to Phil; then everything goes dark.

Tristan is lifting me up out of the SUV. We’re in a parking garage. My head is heavy and my body feels weak. I can’t even lift my head off of him. Nestling my head on his bare chest, I fall back to sleep.

I awake on a soft bed. I’m hot. I look down and notice a comforter on me. I press my legs together and realize that I have no pants on but I’m wearing a huge tee-shirt. It smells of Tristan. I inhale deeply for a second. Taking in the scent. I stretch out and bump my feet into Tristan legs. I didn’t forget how he took me out in the alley. Good. I wasn’t too drunk to forget, but everything afterward is a blur. I know I should get up and make my way back to my room, but I still feel too weak.

I roll over to my side to get more comfortable and Tristan in his sleep mumbles something and reaches over to me, pulling me close. My eyes grow but I don’t try to break away. This isn’t so bad. Right? Last time I would be running for the hills, but now I feel content being here with him. I like it. Adjusting myself to be more comfortable I exhale and close my eyes again. With Tristan’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

I awake to soft fingertips gently rubbing up my thigh. My eyes pop open and the sun is shining through the blinds. I feel Tristan’s scruffy face on my neck as he begins to nibble under my ear. Turning my body over slightly, I rub my eyes with my wrists.

He gently kisses my lips real quick and pulls away. He places his hand on my stomach and gently begins to stroke circles on it. “Good girl.” He whispers. Opening my eyes, I stare back at him.

“Wh—, what time is it?” My voice comes out in barely a whisper. He smiles down at me and glances over to the bedside clock.

“Nine-thirty,” he says. Shit! I can’t believe I’m still here. Sitting up quickly, he stops rubbing me. Placing my hands on my head, I blow out a long breath. “Shit, Tristan… ” He now sits up too, with his back resting against the headboard. I turn to look over at him and he’s just sitting there, his eyes warm and soft but you could still see some tension in them.

“Why” is all I can get out. He raises his eyebrow at me and grunts while shaking his head. He rubs his hands over his face real quick then drops them in his lap.

“Why
what
, Sophia?” he asks, staring ahead at the blank wall. Grabbing the comforter, I pull it close to me. “Why do we keep doing this?”

“Doing what? Fucking?” he says casually. Looking away out the window, I nod.

Tristan let’s out an enervated breath. “I can’t stop.” He uses his index finger and thumb and gently holds my chin, turning my face toward him. He stares in my eyes for a moment before he continues. “And I don’t think you can either. I never had someone before, were I couldn’t get my fill.” His words make me feel like I want to melt in his touch. I say nothing and Tristan leans into me, kissing my lips gently. And I let him. Nothing as intense as last night, but almost like caring or something. I didn’t break away but took him. Parting my mouth slightly he eases his tongue inside.

We gently start kissing each other before I pull away. His breathing began to pick up again, but instead of what he may have done last night. He lets me pull away. I say nothing else to him. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand. Scanning the room for my jeans.

Tristan just watches me as I slide them up on me. I know I can’t take off his shirt. I feel my nipples rubbing against the fabric. He totally destroyed my top. I give him apologetic eyes and look down at my hands.

“Tristan” is all I can say. I don’t really know what my mind or my body is feeling right now. I’m so confused.

Looking up he gives me the same stare back and I know. Know to just get out now.

I feel my pockets to make sure I have my room key this time. I feel the key through my back pocket and know I’m good to leave.

As I make my way to the door slowly, I look over my shoulder. Seeing only a part of him, shirtless, leaning against the headboard.