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“You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that.”
He pressed his nose to my clit and began licking and sucking, determined to bring me pleasure. I slid my fingers into his hair, gripping it with one hand while leaning back on the other. It felt as if he was the only thing tethering me to this world. All feeling and sensation tied to the spot where our bodies met.
“You’re so wet for me. So sweet.”
Yes.I moaned as he flicked my clit with his tongue.
I swallowed hard, staring down at his head between my thighs. His dark, thick hair in my hands. My feet resting on his shoulders. Why was everything with him so erotic?
He slid one finger inside me, then two. And my pleasure built and built and…
There was a whine and then a scratch at the door. I stilled.Rex.
“Ignore it,” Tristan said, only removing his mouth from me for the briefest of moments.
I’d always believed Tristan was good at everything—captain of the football team. Insanely smart. Good-looking. And I’d been right. Because he was certainly a master with his tongue. Determined to give me the most powerful orgasm and nothing would stand in his way.
But as Rex continued to whine, I found it difficult to concentrate. My orgasm started to slip away. As much as I wanted to ignore Rex, I knew we couldn’t.
“Tristan,” I whispered. “What if he wakes the kids?”
Tristan stood with a huff. He placed his finger to my lips, the scent of my arousal marking his skin. Coating my lips then my tongue as he pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Mm. Yes, Elle. Wait here.” His gaze was intense.
I nodded, sucking his fingers harder. Hoping he wouldn’t be gone long.
“I’m going to take Rex out,” he said. “Then, if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock.”
I moaned against his finger, wanting so desperately to please him. But then Rex became more insistent, and Tristan adjusted himself, muttering something about Rex being a cockblocker as he shut the door behind him.
I wasn’t sure how long Tristan was gone, but time seemed to stretch in his absence. I pressed my palms to the dryer, my core throbbing for his attention. I clamped my thighs together, but if anything, it only made it worse. I squeezed my breasts, aching for his touch. And when I couldn’t take it any longer, I slid my hand down to my clit and started rubbing.
Oh god. Oh yes.I went faster, chasing my release.
I heard a noise and jolted, quickly removing my hand and lowering my dress to cover myself. Tristan pushed open the door a moment later, and my shoulders relaxed.
He took one look at me and narrowed his eyes in accusation. “What were you doing?”
“I, um…” I glanced away, sensing he already knew the answer.
He leaned in, his voice hard when he asked, “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”
“I—” I gulped, the sound seeming to echo in the relative darkness of the room.
“Elle.” His voice was gravelly, commanding. He would not be denied.
“No.” I shivered.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard.” He kissed his way down my neck, and I melted in his arms.
Until he pinched one of my nipples—hard. It felt incredible. Almost like…like getting my tattoo had. The pain followed by euphoria.
And the surprise. God, I loved not knowing what to expect. One moment he could be aggressive and controlling, the next possessive and gentle. I loved all of it.
“Do you not trust me to make you feel good?”
I nodded quickly. “I do. You know I do.”
My answer seemed to please him, and desire pooled deep in my belly.
