Forbidden Bride

by Wylder, Penny

  Every part of my body is supercharged, just waiting for contact. Tristan’s palms skim down my ribs as he traces his lips and tongue across my chest and downward still, in between my breasts. My nipples pebble into hard buds, and nothing I’ve ever done to myself compares to the way his mouth feels on my skin. I’m tight and tingling and arching into him.

  He brushes across the top of my breast with his mouth, circling around my nipple, teasing me. “Fuck,” I say out loud, and he laughs into my skin.

  “This is going to be fun.”

  “For me or for you?” I gasp out.

  At that moment he seals his mouth over my skin, and I lose all concept of words. Heat and pleasure sink through me to my core, and hell, if I didn’t know what was to come after, I would have him do this all fucking day. He switches to my other nipple, and I can’t stop the moan escaping from my lips. It feels like he’s connected a line of electricity down to my pussy and every flick of his tongue sends a burst of crackling energy downward. “I think it will be fun for both of us,” he says, looking up at me with a knowing grin.

  “Now is the time when you tell me if you plan on teasing me to death.”

  “Not to death,” he says, punctuating his words with a swipe of his tongue. “But enough. I’m going slow.”

  I close my eyes as he moves his mouth down between my breasts and starts to trail a path downward. “Maybe I should have chosen the faster option.”

  “So impatient,” he murmurs. He follows the line of my ribs, drifting back and forth across the skin of my stomach and exploring with his lips and tongue and fingers. And with each movement I relax a little bit more into him and into the feelings spinning between us. This is right. There’s nothing else here with us in this moment, and we get to fucking enjoy it.

  Reaching out, I sink my fingers into his hair while he places a kiss on my hipbone—dangerously close to the line of my panties. And when I can feel his breath on the fabric there, my own breath goes short. “You don’t have to do that again,” I say. “We can skip to…you know…the good stuff.”

  Tristan raises his head for a moment. “Did you not enjoy it?”

  “Yes!” I exclaim too quickly. “Of course I did. That was amazing. But I know…I’ve heard that most men don’t enjoy that.”

  He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he peels my panties down my thighs and lowers his mouth to me. Long, slow, luxurious suction directly on my clit makes me groan and grasp for the bedsheets. Tristan takes his time, starting almost lazily and increasing his tempo until I can’t even breathe, pleasure breaking over me like a wave. The orgasm hits me unexpectedly, starting deep and seeping outwards. It’s rich with ecstasy and makes my limbs shake with sensation.

  Tristan sucks me deep and hard, wringing every last bit of pleasure from my body before releasing me. “Men who don’t enjoy that are missing out on something,” he says seriously. “I love the way you taste. I love hearing the way you moan, and I love making you come all over my tongue. And I reserve the right to have you for dessert whenever I please.”

  “Can’t argue with that,” I say, still catching my breath.

  “Besides,” he says. “I needed to warm you up. I don’t want this to hurt.”

  He stands and retrieves a condom from a drawer beside his bed before dropping his pants to the floor. Still facing away from me, I’m treated first to a delicious look at his ass. I never really thought that I was an ass girl, but for that ass I would do a lot. Tight, firm skin and muscles. His back is the same, and I want to run my fingers across it. Explore him the way he’s explored me.

  “I’ve used toys,” I say. “So—”

  Tristan turns to me and the words die on my lips. I was going to say that I’ve used toys and so it might not be that bad. But I’ve never used any toys that size. Oh my god. I knew he was big—I’ve felt him pressed up against me—but seeing it first-hand is an entirely different story.

  I can’t stop staring at him, hard and proud and big enough that I’m not sure that I’ll be able to fit that inside me. But oh man, do I want to. And I want more than that too. My mouth is watering with the need to taste him. And to hear what kind of moans would come from him if I returned the favor.

  He rolls the condom on with ease, the tightness of it making him appear even bigger. Suddenly, I can’t help but grin, and a laugh bubbles up through my chest. He raises an eyebrow. “What’s funny?”

  “I’m naked with you.”

  He smiles too, coming back to the bed. “You are.”

  “I never thought it would happen.”

  “Really?” He seems surprised.

  I let him climb over me so our faces are perfectly in line. “You left, Dash. I knew that it was because of me. And I never knew why. So no, I didn’t think this would ever happen.”

  “But you saved yourself anyway?”

  I have to look away. “A promise is a promise,” I say. “I meant what I said. I knew you were the one for me, and no one ever compared to you.”

  Tristan doesn’t look angry, just curious, and I try to focus on him even though his naked body is pinning me down and I can feel his hot cock pinned between us like a sinful promise. “Why did you pretend to push me away?”

  “Because this isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. You know that. You just got back. I don’t want to ruin your chances in this job, or risk that you might lose your friends, because of me.”

  He silences me with a kiss. “We’ll figure all of that out. But right now, we don’t have to worry about that. It’s just you and me.”

  I open my legs in response and watch Tristan’s eyes darken with lust. He reaches between us, fitting his cock against my entrance, and it’s already bigger than I imagined. The dildos I tried to replace him with have nothing on this and I’m barely feeling him yet.

  Thanks to the orgasm I just had, I’m already soaking wet, and he sinks in immediately. The fullness is something that I’ve never experienced before. It’s so much, even with just the first couple inches of him inside me. “I’m not convinced you’ll be able to fit.”

  He moves my hair away from my face. “I will.” His voice is completely confident. “We’ll go as slow as you need, but you’ll take all of me. Every. Last. Inch.” I shudder at the emphasis in his words. “I’m going to be balls deep inside you, Nicola. So deep that no other man will come close.” He sinks in deeper, and I lose my breath. He’s so big, but the slight pain eases away as he stills. My body has to adjust to him. But I can’t hold still for too long, and my body urges me to move. To rock my hips and seek out that pleasure I know can be found from this.

  “I wasn’t planning on having any other men,” I say.

  “Good.” He kisses me as he inches forward, and I try to breathe. To relax. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes in. I’m filled to the brim with him. He reaches places inside me that the toys have never touched, and each movement of his hips makes my pussy grip him. I love the sounds that he makes when I squeeze him, and so I do it again.

  “Fuck, Nicola,” he breathes. “You feel so good.”

  Slowly, so slowly, he sinks deeper until the moment where I can feel that he’s all the way in. My breath goes short. I can’t believe that he’s all the way in, stretching me to my absolute limit. “Are you all right?” Tristan asks.

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”

  He’s not moving, holding himself absolutely still inside me so that I can get used to his size. Right now, the way he’s looking at me is so much more than lust, and I feel something growing between us. There’s a sense of both finality and a new beginning. This has been a long time coming, and it hadn’t quite hit me until now that this isn’t a dream.

  Impossibly, I feel myself adjusting to him. Tristan moves his hips a fraction of an inch. It’s a barely-there thrust but it’s still enough to make me gasp. I pull his mouth down to mine and kiss him hard. He takes over the kiss without question, his tongue invading and dancing with mine. He plunges deep, and the feeling echoes
with the way that he’s already inside me.

  Like in an invisible switch that’s been flipped, my body suddenly says more. Tilting my hips up toward his, I pull us that much closer. I don’t think there’s anything separating us, and that’s the way I want it. I wrap my legs around his hips, locking him to me as he starts to move gently. Slowly.

  I’m so glad that I waited for him. There’s nothing in me that can imagine doing this with anyone else. What is between us is pure truth, and sharing that with another person would probably kill me. There’s another part of my brain that’s furious that we waited so long, and wants everything right now and faster.

  Tristan kisses my neck, and I hold on to his shoulders. He’s still moving with perfect, steady slowness, not wanting to take it too fast or overwhelm me or hurt me. But I’m not made of glass. “More,” I whisper in his ear. “Please.”

  He pulls out, and slides home harder, touching that place that only he can reach. Oh my god, the way pleasure blooms deep in my gut is incomparable to anything else I’ve ever experienced. Perfect delicious friction, drawing in pleasure from every part of me.

  I tangle my fingers in the short length of his hair and lock his gaze to mine. Emotion so strong washes over me and I’m caught in this storm, and I don’t want to leave.

  Steadily Tristan is increasing his speed, and any pain from his size and my inexperience fades away into warmth and bliss. Already I can feel my orgasm rising and I know that this one is going to be different. It’s drawing up from deep within, centered around that point that only Dash can reach.

  I could let go and fall into that perfect pleasure right now. My body is begging to. But I don’t want this to be over. Not yet. And so I hold on. “Tristan.” My voice comes out raw and rough, and I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but he does.

  It’s his turn to tilt his hips, angling them down, and it changes everything. Now every thrust grinds down on my clit and sends off fireworks behind my eyes. Nothing is slow and gentle anymore, instead we’re slamming together hard and fast, careening toward an inevitable explosion.

  “Please, please, please,” I chant, hanging on to Tristan as he fucks me with every ounce of strength that I always knew that he had. It’s all so much, spiraling into light, and I go over the edge. I cry out, not having to hold myself back. It’s like being tipped into a pool of perfect ecstasy. I want to drown in it, breathe it in forever. And Tristan is right there with me, groaning his own climax while his cock jerks inside me.

  It seems like the pleasure goes on forever. I can’t see anything but white, can’t hear anything but the beating of my own heart. I’m not sure how long passes before I come back to myself, but when I do, Tristan is still buried to the hilt inside me, pressing down with comforting weight on top of me. I don’t want him to move.

  “Hi.”

  “Hey,” he smiles. “How do you feel?”

  “Good.” I can’t keep the stupidly wide smile off my face. “Amazing.”

  He kisses me softly, and I kiss him back hard. This was perfect. Perfect. Even if I feel like I’ve run a marathon.

  “Nicola, I can’t even tell you—” his voice falters.

  “I know.” I feel it too. This meant more to both of us than we’re currently capable of saying.

  Tristan tries to be gentle when he pulls out, but I still wince. I’m going to be sore later, and it was one-hundred percent worth it. He’s only gone for a moment, discarding the condom in the bathroom before he comes back. This time he pulls up one of the soft blankets laying at the foot of the bed and wraps us together in it, pulling me against his chest. I’m in love with the warmth of him.

  “I wish I could fall asleep here,” I say, letting myself fall a little more into drifting.

  “You can,” he says.

  “No, I can’t. Not if we want to avoid any questions.”

  Tristan runs his hand down my back. “I’m not afraid of the questions,” he says. “If I were, I wouldn’t have come back. But I know it won’t be easy.”

  I laugh. “No, it won’t be. I want to be with you for a little while before we tell anyone,” I say. “Get things settled between us before we suddenly have a lot of opinions.”

  “Of course,” he says, kissing my forehead. “All I want is you. If everything else falls apart, I need you to know that.”

  “Okay.” I tuck my head closer to his chest. His heart beats steadily beneath my ear, and I like the idea of hearing that for the rest of my life. He wants to marry me. That’s what he said, but it feels like too much to hope for right now. I still need to convince myself that this is real before I can convince myself that this gorgeous man wants to put a ring on my finger.

  We lay together for a while before I feel him take a deeper breath. “The last thing that I want is for you to be out of my arms, but if we want to avoid questions, I should take you home.”

  I sigh. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  He takes the time to pull me closer, stroking his arms down my body so I get shivers and wonder if there’s any way that I can justify disappearing for a night. But no, not if I want to be careful. And for the time being, I do.

  Tristan slips out from underneath the blanket and hands me my clothes a piece of time. Which is very distracting considering that he’s still incredibly naked. “You’re not helping.”

  He laughs. “Am I tempting you?”

  “You have no fucking idea.”

  “Well, I would say you do have an idea about fucking now.”

  I throw a pillow at him, laughing until I put my bra on and we both realize that I no longer have a wearable shirt. “I wasn’t exactly thinking about you leaving when I did that,” he says.

  “It’s fine. I didn’t like that shirt much anyway.”

  “Here.” He pulls a sweatshirt out of a drawer. “You can wear that.”

  Putting on the sweatshirt is like pulling on the physical manifestation of comfort. It’s big and soft and smells like Tristan. I would bottle that scent if I could—that delicious cologne he wears and something deeper and masculine that only belongs to him. I may never take the sweatshirt off.

  Neither of us really want to separate, so even as we get ready, we don’t say anything about leaving. It’s filled with small moments that make my chest ache. Tristan helps button me into my coat and pauses on the doorstep to kiss me deeply, leaving me to once again question my sanity in leaving this man’s home. He holds my hand on the drive, looking over at me and smiling whenever he can.

  Finally, we pull up to my parents’ house, and never in my life have I wished so badly to live somewhere else. It’s always seemed more convenient since I wasn’t looking to date anybody, and I work at the family company. But now, that’s something I’ll be considering immediately.

  “Should I risk kissing you here?” he asks.

  “Please do.”

  Tristan grins before leaning across the center console and taking my lips in a hard kiss—one that’s meant to tempt and linger. “You’re not helping,” I repeat.

  “I’m not trying to.”

  I glare at him, which only makes him laugh. And I feel words on my lips that I’m burning to say. For years I’ve wanted to. But now isn’t the time. Not here in the car. I’ll know the time. So instead I say, “See you.”

  “See you,” he reflects back. But his voice is filled with longing and lust and I have to force myself out of the car and not look back as I walk toward the house. My willpower is almost zero and I can’t be sure that I won’t turn around and go back to him. I allow myself one wave when I get to the door but that’s it.

  Fucking hell, I’m already in so deep.

  “Hi honey!” my mom calls, stepping out from the kitchen. “What are you doing home so early?”

  I have no concept of time, but it’s before the end of the workday, and it’s rare that I’m home before six. More often than not I get caught up in the test kitchen until well after hours. “I wasn’t feeling very well,” I say.

  “That�
�s too bad. Was it the pizza? Should I be concerned?”

  I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t the pizza. I’m not sure what it is. I figured I’d just take a nap and see if it helps.” I am really tired and the idea of curling up in my bed is beyond appealing.

  “Okay,” she says as I hang up my coat. “Do you want some tea?”

  “Maybe later.”

  She nods, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. “Let me know.” Then she frowns. “You weren’t wearing that earlier, were you?”

  Shit. I’m still wearing Tristan’s sweatshirt and I forgot. “Oh. No. I spilled something on myself in the lab, and Tristan offered to let me wear it.”

  “He’s a good man,” Mom says, smiling.

  “Yeah, he is.” Though I wonder if she would still be saying that if she knew that he just took my virginity and fucked me senseless.

  I escape into the basement before I have to tell any more lies. I don’t love lying to my parents, but for now, I have to. I’m not going to mess this up before it’s even started.

  The basement of our house is my apartment. When my parents re-did it a few years ago they offered it to me since it’s a separate living more appropriate for an adult. And it’s been perfect up until now. But I need to get out of here. I can’t imagine sneaking around with Tristan while still living with my parents, and if we really are going to be together, we’re going to need space.

  Right now, though, my brain is filled with post-sex fog and there’s nothing more I want than to go to sleep. I kick off my shoes and my skirt so that I’m wearing nothing more than my underwear and Tristan’s sweatshirt. It seems fitting, and like hell am I going to take it off. I slip into sleep surrounded by that perfect, comforting scent.

  6

  Tristan

  In the whirlwind of everything that happened yesterday I almost forgot that it was Friday. It seems strange to have a day off from work so quickly after starting a new job, but I could really use the day to get some progress made on the unpacking.