Page 90 of Apparently, I’m A B!tch

Epilogue

TWO MONTHS LATER

Nikki

Monday: Four in the morning

RA-RA-RA-RA-RA-RA-RA-RA-RA-RA

Tristan’s alarm blared from the bedside table, and I turned toward it with a groan, hitting it with more violence than it probably needed.

Tristan let out a grunt and rolled over. “Mmm, time to get up.”

I moaned. “NoOoOoOoOoOo. Five more minutes, pleeeaaase.”

He chuckled and latched onto my waist under the covers, dragging me close and sliding his hand along my naked skin. Cupping my breast, he found my nipple and wove around it with the pad of his thumb.

I took in a sharp breath at his touch. His thick erection was digging into my ass.

“I thought you’d be used to this by now, Nikki.” He smoothed his hand down my rib cage, past my belly and between my thighs, pushing them open.

Sliding his fingers from my entrance to my clit, pressing them into me, the callousness of his skin created a sizzling pressure.

I sighed and said, “How could I ever get used to anything this good?” and sent a wandering hand to grip him, gliding my touch along his thick, hard shaft as he moaned and pushed his fingers inside me.

I spread my legs wide and enjoyed the feel of it. A delicious rhythm was pulsing through me as he thrust them in and out. I gripped his cock harder and pumped my hand with a firm pace that had him panting.

Then he surprised me. He took his fingers from me and his cock out of reach as he pushed aside the blankets. I cried out at the cold air hitting my naked skin, then his grip was suddenly on my hips, dragging me against the sheets, his broad shoulders between my splayed legs. His hands slid from my hips to my ass, his fingers digging into me as he tilted my pussy to his tongue.

The heat in his eyes absorbed all my focus, and I bit my lip against the burst of lust that jolted between my thighs. Then his tongue rasped against my clit and I rolled my eyes back, clawing at the sheets as he laved his tongue against me, the pressure of it sending sparks and ripples just below the surface of my skin.

I moaned and breathed out, “Actually I could get used to waking up like this every day.”

His breath escaped, torturing my throbbing clit as he let out a low laugh. “Good. I’d never get enough of doing this.” He pushed his fingers back inside, and I writhed at the feeling. “Or this.” The pressure of his warm tongue against my swollen skin pushed me to wriggle against his fingers, against his tongue, desperate for the rippling of pleasure an orgasm would give me.

“Oh… fuck yes. Fuck yes. I’m coming,” I whispered as Tristan pushed his tongue firmer against me, torturing my clit with an intense pressure, and my control shattered, my body arched, trembled and came undone in a swelling of waves.

He didn’t stop until I begged him to. I was a trembling, incoherent mess.

Tristan climbed over me and whispered into my ear, “I need to fuck you, Nikki.”

I could only nod as he slid his erection down my body, leaving goose bumps in his wake. Spreading my shaky legs wide, I rolled my eyes back as he thrust himself into me. It was so good. So good I could have him inside of me forever. His cock filled and teased me as it slid in and out, defying the way my walls tried to grasp him.

The way he moved… it felt incredible. I almost cried as he gripped my leg and bent my knee back, angling me the way he liked so he could thrust deeper, sending deep currents of electricity thrumming from my head to the tips of my toes. I curled and shook against him as I came again, clutching onto his shoulders, biting his neck. He let out a growl as he pushed harder and faster, his own orgasm shooting into me and spreading its warmth.

He collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as I shot up to clean myself off; we had to change the sheets twice already this week because I hadn’t been fast enough.

I hopped into the shower, enjoying the pulse and tingle of hot water against my intensified senses. When I came out, still wrapped in a towel, I found Tristan dressed for the gym and waiting for me with his dimpled, excited smile.

I groaned. “Oh no. What is it?”

He clucked his tongue but didn’t lose his eager grin. “Well, Nikki Gataki, love of my life, I’ve got something to show you.”

I cocked my head at him and sent my gaze around the studio. Nothing stood out. “What is it?”

He took my wrist and led me from the studio to the backroom and I yanked my hand away. “But I’m still naked.”

He winked at me and said, “And that’s your natural default setting around me, isn’t it?”