Nah, he’s too messy. And he’s a guy.
My phone buzzed. I looked down.
Tristan: I am five minutes away.
Fuck, time to get out of his room, I thought to myself and headed towards the kitchen. We had enough for dinner, but I hoped the room looked alright.
The door opened. I saw him – he looked crazed. His shirt was half unbuttoned, showing off his amazing torso. His eyes – icy blue and cool pierced into my soul. He took a few bounds over to me.
He knows you were snooping…
He was inches away. His arms came around me a grabbed me, pulling me closer. I tried to squirm away, but I knew there was nothing escaping those strong, muscular, arms that grasped me.
Why would you want to be anywhere else?
He pulled me closer to him, almost squeezing me into his body as his hands roamed down by back. His right hand settled on my ass, and he squeezed it strongly.
I gasped. I felt his hard cock poking into me from his trousers. Ten inches of his man meat were against me and I could feel him throbbing, pulsating in desire.
“Tristan,” I said as his arm continued to squeeze my ass while the other began to go under my shirt pulling it up. “I don’t think I want to do this now.”
What. The. Fuck.
Tristan stopped as if hit by a bullet to the back of the head. He pulled his mouth away and looked at me. “Really?” he asked.
I shook my head no.
Kiss him back! Now! Goddammit!!
“Are you sure?” he asked, his hands still caressing me. My eyes were wide looking up at him.
“No,” I replied.
Kiss him back!
“I’m going to give you ten seconds to move back from me,” he said gravelly. “If you don’t, I’m going to throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out.”
I stared at him, my eyes widened in surprise.
“But if you move back I’ll go back to work and pretend I haven’t daydreamed about you all day. We wont talk about it ever again.”
“Ten,” he said slowly.
I was pretty sure I was going to take a step back.
Don’t you fucking move!
“Nine.”
It was too much. I couldn’t keep having sex with him if I was trying to not to get attached. That’s not the kind of girl I was. I didn’t form long term relationships. I had sex and didn’t let it interfere with my emotions. I never got hung up on one guy. That was my modus operandi. At least it had been until Tristan. I couldn’t risk it with him to find out why I wasn’t able to separate sex from feelings.
“Eight.”
It was so fucking good. What the hell is your problem?
“Seven.”
I didn’t like him like that.
“Six.”
This was just a business transaction. Why was it progressing farther than just that?
“Five.”
You owe it to yourself to find out.
“Four.”
No fucking way what happened last night is happening again.
“Three.”
If you move, I swear I’ll come to life and kill you.
“Two.”
Why couldn’t we just have sex?
“…”
I waited for him to count the final number, my body literally trembling – with desire or wariness I didn’t know.
He never said anything.
But all of a sudden, he grabbed me. I squealed in surprise as he picked me up as effortlessly as he might have been picking up a large cardboard box.
Seriously? Large? Cardboard box? Self-image…
All I could manage to do was grab onto him and hope that he didn’t drop me on his way to his bed.
If that’s all you’re worried about then don’t worry. Have you seen his arms? And if you’re more worried he’ll drop you than anything else, then maybe he’s the one.
What passed next was a series of images seared into my brain.
He threw me on top of the bed as if I were his prey and he had hunted me down.
Tristan approached the bed and climbed on top of it, the ripped muscles on his back showing as he did it. It was all I could do to simply look at him in lust as he came closer, my slightly open mouth betraying the feeling of eagerness inside of me.
Holy fucking Christ. It’s going to happen again.
Tristan didn't waste any time - he took his hands to my shoulders and, with quick tugs, pulled up my shirt, revealing a deep blue bra. Grabbing me by the hair, he yanked my head back and pressed his lips against my neck, kissing and sucking, and moved downwards, positioning his mouth near my cleavage. Anxious for more, he unhooked my bra and pulled it free, baring my tits.
Oh keep going. Don’t ever stop!
"Tristan..." I half moaned, my eyes closed in anticipation. His only answer was taking my hard nipples between his lips, sucking at them and savoring them. He drew in a deep breath, as if committing my scent to his memory.
Wanting more, he pulled down hard on my yoga pants, forcing it down my hips and legs. There was a rip and, although it was obvious that the pants were probably ruined, I somehow didn’t care. Tristan threw the garment away and, moving like a panther, climbed on top of me, propping himself up with both his hands on the mattress. He stared into my eyes for a long second before leaning in and, finally, kissing me.
I opened my mouth in an instant, allowing our tongues to wrestle against one another hungrily.
This is just what I needed!
I laced his back with my legs, pulling his body closer, and let my hands slid down my stomach to his belt. My fingers curled around it and pulled his crotch closer to mine; with anxious and fast fingers I unbuckled his jeans and popped out the top button, feeling his 10 inch cock in all its hardness pressing against the rough fabric.
Without bothering to undo the rest of the buttons, I simply pressed the palm of my hand against his belly and let it slide down under the hem of his jeans, cupping his bulging shape over his boxers.
Tristan yanked down on my hair once more, pinning me down my the mattress with one hand. He swallowed in his desire and took both his free hands to my breasts, feeling the soft tan mounds there straining against his hungry fingers. He let his hands take a life of their own, their downward movement guiding him over my firm belly and down to the untanned line right where my blue thong started. He made a claw out of his fingers and pushed it down as I raised my hips, allowing my thong to slide down my body easily.
Not bothering with any teasing, Tristan took his hand and placed it on top of my pussy. I could almost feel his cock pulse against my body. He cupped the lips of my cunt, feeling it slick and wet; he let his fingers wander up and down and, finding it, he gently pressed his thumb against my clit, tracing its outline with care.
Fuck. I could come right now.
My hips immediately started swaying, pushing my body upwards and into his hand, my pussy tightly pressing against his long fingers. Feeling my eagerness, Tristan placed the open palm of his hand over my stomach and, gently pressing down, pinned me once more against the mattress as, with his other hand, he parted my pussy lips wide and allowed one inch of his finger to wander inside me. A moan tumbled out of my lips as he did it, as if I was begging him for more, much more.
And he was happy to oblige.
Feeling me wet and wide, he slid two fingers deep inside me in a hook motion, my inner walls tightening around his fingers as they ravaged my. Moving only his wrist, he pulled his fingers in and out of me - he started slow but, as he picked up speed, my hips strained upwards once more, as if I desperately needed for him to go as deep as possible. He upped the pace, feeling my desire coming at him like an electric current.
With shaky and out of control arms I darted for his crotch with both hands, pulling sideways at the opening in his jeans and undoing all buttons with one fast pop. I pulled down, grabbing at his jeans and boxers at the same time - his cock jumped up as it sprung free, long and thick and ready.
I
curled my fingers around his shape and started stroking him fast, my motion wild and uncaring. I was gritting my teeth, grinding my pussy against his hand as a wild and feracious purr of pleasure kept on growing in my throat.
Tristan pulled back his fingers and, leaning into me, pressed his mouth against mine, his tongue darting hungrily inside my mouth. I took my hands out of his cock and clawed at his back, forcing him to lay on top of my naked body, his cock rubbing against my belly. Then, with a sideways motion, I made him roll to the side - with the agility of a cat, I jumped on top of him and grabbed his cock with both hands, a devilish smile on my lips. I leaned into him and started kissing all over his chest, each kiss of mine going lower and lower, from his belly to where I really wanted my mouth to be.
I pulled my head back for a fraction of a second, guiding my mouth towards his shaft. I went down, my parted lips brushing against his glans gently, the tip of my tongue flicking at it teasingly.
"You want it...?" I asked, looking at him with seductive and dangerous eyes.
Tristan gritted his teeth, feeling the answer bubbling up in his lips.
"I want it."
"Not good enough..." I teased. "Tell me you need it."
"I need it."
"Good." And, with that, I allowed my mouth to go down, engulfing his pulsing cock. My head started bobbing back and forth as, with one hand, I kept on stroking him, the other hand gently cupping both his balls with extended fingers.
I gotta say girl, when you go for it, you really go for it.
Tristan's hands went to my head, feeling and guiding my movements. He gritted his teeth, pleasure making his muscles tense up. He knew he was doing it because he had a mission - but, with my lush lips tightly wrapped around his cock, it was hard to focus on anything else.
He guided my head deeper down, my mouth sliding down his length slowly until all of him was inside, my tongue lapping at his cock fiercely. I went back out slowly, my fingers never leaving his shaft.
Tristan could remain like that for an eternity, his cock being ravaged by my pretty lips. But he needed more - grabbing me by the hair he made me pull out, my wide eyes locking on his. His hands darted to my hips and he threw me to the side, making me lay belly down against the mattress. He climbed on top of my and, sliding one hand under my belly, made my stick my ass up.
"Fuck me..." I said, my voice tinged with what sounded like begging. I raised my ass back in his direction, my back tracing an upwards line towards him. He grinned, hearing my begging, and slapped my ass, a red mark appearing immediately as I moaned loudly. "Fuck me, please."
His fingers went under my ass and between my legs, rubbing against the wet lips of my pussy. Not wanting to make me wait any longer, he pressed his hips against me, the tip of his cock finding my wetness and, parting my labia wide, slowly entered me, each inch earning a gasp from me.
He was going slow but I wanted it all, and I wanted it there and then. I pressed my body back against him, forcing his cock to go all the way, like a sword sheathed to the hilt in one swooping motion.
He knew that I wanted it, and he knew how I wanted it.
He grabbed me by the hips, both his thumbs resting against the dimples in my lower back and, holding my body still, he started going back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my furiously. My ragged breathing turned into moaning, and my moaning turned into low screams of furious pleasure. My fingers grabbed at the sheets hard, lines of pain and pleasure appearing around my closed eyes. My lips were pursed, my teeth gritted.
He was going at my hard and mercilessly, the sound of his thighs hitting against me growing louder as his cock kept on ravaging me.
"Harder! Harder!" I screamed and Tristan obliged, upping his rhythm to a tempo so rough I was amazed I could keep going. But not only could I keep going like that, I wanted and needed to go like that - I needed to feel ravaged, to feel utterly and completely destroyed with pleasure so intense it could scorch all of my thoughts.
He wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, both our bodies glistening with it. Tristan gritted his teeth in effort as his body kept on rocking against me, his legs and back almost hurting with the ferocity with which he was fucking me.
"Yes... Yes..." I moaned, over and over again, my head resting against the mattress as if I had no more strength left in my body to raise it.
Tristan slapped my ass hard as his cock ravaged me, my inners walls tightening against his member, each stroke of his driving him closer to the brink of madness. And he simply couldn't stop.
For an instant I forgot that being there with him was nothing more than a contractual agreement we had made - he was fucking me wildly, his mind completely overwhelmed by the sensations jolting through his body. There was no Tristan. There was no Alicia. He was simply a Man, a wild one, hell bent on taking his pleasure in whichever way it came. And me – I was his prey.
"Don't..." He didn't need to hear the rest of my words to know what I wanted. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
He kept going and going until my pussy tightened so hard around his cock it was as if I was going to pass out. He savored my tightness with each stroke, burying himself deep inside me and then retreating until only his tip remained in me. One final and deep stroke and I was done – literally losing my vision, words bubbling up in my lips as a desperate cry of pleasure.
I literally went blind – unable to see or move. I was a rag doll, at the mercy of the forces ravaging my body. Pleasure cascaded through me so strongly that I went numb. I may have even momentarily blacked out.
When my orgasm began to subside, I felt another wave crash over me as Tristan tightened his grip on my hips, keeping me in place as he fucked me into obliviousness with a savage fury, my whole body spasming in a seizure of ecstasy. I twitched and spasmed until all strength left my limbs, my body collapsing into the bed completely spent.
Going with my downwards motion, Tristan lay his body on top of me, his cock still firmly planted inside my pussy, his chest and stomach laying against my back. He rubbed his body against me like that, his cock moving back and forth inside me with a will of its own; Tristan's rhythm only changed when I felt him begin to seize up. He was about to come. I was dimly aware that he was inside of me. His muscles tensed hard and, for a moment, I thought he even stopped breathing, his mind directing all vital functions to the only thing that mattered - pleasure.
He choked a moan down his throat and exhaled between gritted teeth as his cock spasmed violently inside me, his come darting out and filling me. He buried himself as deep as he could go, drawing a cry from me as he did it; he held there, feeling the spasms of his cock spread through his whole body. And me.
Propping himself up, he summoned all his strengths and managed to pull back, his cock slowing sliding out and springing free of my sex. Guided by instinct he took his hand to the base of his member and started stroking himself, his come still gushing out as if it hadn't already done so.
Feeling naughty, I jiggled my ass sideways, as if telling him where the target was. He pointed his cock down, come trickling down my back and falling over my ass, warm strands of it nestling between my cheeks and sliding down my crack.
Tristan kept stroking himself until the last drops fell to my body, my back and ass glistening with his thick semen. I looked over my shoulder at his beautiful body before collapsing once more, my arms and legs sprawled to the side and a tired but mischievous smile on my lips.
I couldn’t help it as I looked at him with a grin. “You never said ‘one’,” I teased before he collapsed next to me.
The Rest Of The Iceberg
My eyes rolled back in my head as little aftershocks of orgasm went through my body, coursing up my spine.
I think it’s safe to say you just got a really good fucking, girl. One should be so lucky.
I let out a small meow and turned over in an afterglow of pleasure towards Tristan. His chest was heaving up and down, his breath coming out in gasps. I looked at his chiseled features,
his hard abs, his defined pecs, his muscular, broad shoulders and I ran a finger up and down his body. He turned to look at me.
“Never said ‘one’ in your countdown,” I chided. “I may have wanted to get away.”
He shook his head. “I’ll make sure we put it in the agreement. If we have sex more than once in a day, you get ten seconds to opt out…”
He trailed off.
Is he joking?
I didn’t know whether he was joking or not, but the full weight of what happened just now versus why it happened came back and hit me in the face. I had decided that I was going to pay my rent in his three room Park Avenue condominium through sex. That I was going to divorce my feelings from the sexual act and just reduce it to a transactional basis.
Yeah, you completely forgot that part just now…
“Besides, didn’t you say no sleeping in each other’s beds? You look like you’re going to doze off…” he was continuing on this line.
What? Does he think he’s being funny?
Within a moment, the afterglow was gone and tears started coming to my eyes.
It’s not lost yet, girl. Don’t give up. He was obviously thinking about you. He came home and jumped your fucking bones, remember?
“Why did you come home and start having sex with me, anyways?” I asked, trying to sound normal and nonchalant.
Tristan shrugged at my question. “I dunno,” he replied. “We had this client today and his lawyer came in. She was wearing the most amazing outfit you ever saw. I mean her tits were really just hanging out and she was bending over…”
I didn’t let him finish, but got out of bed, grabbing my clothes as quickly as I could. I didn’t care if I was walking out naked – the sooner I got out of that fucker’s room, the better I would be.
Tristan, sensing that something was amiss, got up as well.
“Alicia,” he started. “What’s going on? Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Tristan,” I spat bakck. “This, like so many things, has very little to do with you.”
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