“Well what?”
“Best you’ve ever had?”
His voice is casual, but I know Tristan.
When he’s at his most nonchalant, he’s also at his most vulnerable.
He cares.
He’s worried.
My heart twists in my chest. Affection, warmth, and something foreign and gooey fill my insides.
“Adequate.” I shrug and tug my dress down. My lips twitch.
He chokes a laugh. “Mind-blowing.” He leans against the wall next to me, his breaths heaving.
I glance around for my underwear. “Satisfactory at best.”
He bumps me with his shoulder. “Best sex you’ve ever had.”
I glance over to see him grinning and twirling my underwear on his finger.
“Tristan.” I grab for them, but he raises his hand in the air.
I nip at his bottom lip. “Give those back.”
“Admit it,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Best sex I’ve ever had.”
I feel the edge of his smile as it grows into something devastating. I don’t even need to see it to know how lethal it is.
“Against the wall, Prince,” I murmur against his mouth.
“Is this the part where you restrain me?” He tries for teasing, but the catch in his voice gives him away.I like this, I think. I trail a hand down his chest, over dips and ridges of muscle that are rain slick and firm.I really like this.I like the idea of erasing everyone else from Tristan’s mind, of marking him, of being the one to make himinsatiable.
“You’d want to be at my mercy?” I ask.
His inhale is sharp. I feel it under my hand that skates over his stomach. Muscles jump under his skin. When I look at his face, I see an expression I can only describe as awe. I watch that expression grow and chase across his face as I sink to my knees.
“The mud,” he grits.
“Tristan?”
“Yeah?” His throat bobs.
“Let me have this.” I push him flat against the wall with a hand on his stomach and set my lips to the edge of his cock. I’ve never craved this before. Ever. I’ve gone down on guys, but it never felt essential.
It never felt like claiming. But now, as I slide his tip into my mouth, I savor each squelch of mud under my knees, each lick of my tongue over Tristan’s warm skin, and each drop of salty liquid he gives up. My stomach twists at the expressions he can’t hide, the way his lids flutter, the way his hand clenches in my hair and the apologies he mutters.
He tastes good. I tell him. He groans and his hips punch forward, and his cock fills my mouth. He’s thick and long and smooth. I test the flat of my tongue against the head and my mind blanks.
I could do this all day. I anchor a hand against the cut of muscle on his flank and let him hit the back of my throat.Damn.I like that too. I more than like it. I do it again and hegives up more salty heat against the back of my tongue with a small groan that sounds like my name.
“Katie.”
It’s louder this time, cutting through the haze in my brain and the feedback loop of sensation that’s building. This is sloppy and slick and I fucking love it. I want it. I want all of him.
