Tristan: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Candy Quinn

  “Alright, so,” I say over the classic rock blaring out the speakers, and Tristan turns the volume down just enough that we can talk comfortably as the wind whips around us, “tell me a little about the guy whose hands I just put my life into.”

  He grins, the kind of grin you see in a dad who knows better than his child but wants to entertain her anyway, lovingly. “Well, guess there’s no hiding where I’m from, but if you want to get specific, I’m from outside a little town called Rookswood in the south part of the UK. My family kind of owns some land on a hill overlooking it.”

  I try to hide my widening eyes as he speaks.

  “I...don’t keep up with the rest of the family,” he says in the tone of one who knows he should be ashamed but really isn’t, and it makes me grin.

  “Not on the best terms?”

  “Well, when you drop out of boarding school and tell your Dad to ‘fuck off’ when he asks about college, you tend to put some distance there.”

  I giggle, blushing, but something about all that is a little different from the usual runaway story you hear around my hometown. “Fair enough, but hold on, hilltop landowners? Boarding school? Tight-knit family?”

  He frowns a little for the first time, but even that carries a rugged handsomeness that warms me up nicely. “I won’t lie, we’re—no, they’re well-off.” He flashes a smile at my raised eyebrow. “Trust me, though, family affairs are the farthest thing from my mind.”

  Later on, we finally pull into the camping spot at Marble Mountain, way out in the middle of nowhere. The California summer breeze is blowing all around us, rustling the beautiful trees and lush scenery that goes for miles and miles from the mountainside vantage point Tristan picked out for us. I’ve lived in California all my life, but this? This is really breathtaking.

  Tristan sets up our tent in a matter of minutes as I finish telling him about the situation with my ex.

  “Sounds like hell,” he agrees, shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his brow once our tent is set up, and I finish putting together what’s soon to be our campfire. “I just can’t believe that a guy would pull something like that on you.”

  “What do you mean?” I laugh, putting my hands on my hips and stepping over toward him. “Guys do that all the time.”

  “Maybe, but a girl like you is hard to come across, Sienna,” he says, and I feel my face go pink, my body tingling at the sound of my name on his lips. “You’re a one-of-a-kind find.”

  I chew on my lip a moment as he takes a step closer, looming over me as his irresistible scent hits me. “Figure that out in the five hours we’ve known each other, did you?”

  “Sienna,” he says with a single laugh, so much like an older man chiding a young girl for being silly, even though we can’t be more than a few years apart. “I knew that the moment I set eyes on you.”

  He reaches around, and I feel like my dream is bursting into reality as his huge hand takes a firm grip on my ass and pulls me forward. I’m brought into his chest, his masculine scent filling my world before he bends down and pulls me up into a kiss.

  I feel like the tension that’s been hanging between us since we first met is shattering in triumph as his hands grope me, feeling up every inch of the body his eyes have been roving over at every spare second.

  When he feels me, I can tell he’s savoring every part of me. His fingers press into my ass, feeling the give, taking in its shape before going up to my hips and doing the same. A hand reaches for my hair, grabbing a fistful of it to better press my lips into his, the stubble on his face brushing against my cheeks as he breaks the kiss to go down to my neck.

  I want this. I need this. Most of all, I want him.

  “I’ve been thinking about this since I walked into that diner, Sienna,” he confesses between kisses, and I gasp as a hand goes to my breast while his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my neck. I want to reply, to tell him he’s all I’ve ever wanted, that he’s the escape from all this that I’ve needed so long and literally dreamed about, but now that he’s a reality in front of me, all I can focus on is how needy my pussy is for him.

  In a fluid motion, his hands grab my shirt and pull it off as I lift my arms, and my bra is off before I realize what’s happened. I breathe sharply, looking up for a moment at the wide-open sky. We’re totally out in the open, nothing but the forest and mountains around us as he strips my breasts bare.

  “No fair,” I say with a playful grin, my fingers going to his shirt, but I know I can’t get that thing over his towering shoulders, so he chuckles and helps me along with his huge, strong grip, pulling his button-down open and letting it slide off his shoulders.

  “Holy fuck,” I hear escape my lips as I see what’s under that shirt.

  My dreams didn’t do justice to what a man could really achieve, apparently. Maybe because I’ve never been with a man, much less a man like Tristan. His body is rock-solid, and he’s in the prime of his youth — huge shoulders ripple down into a perfectly toned set of bulging biceps that look like they could cut a diamond. He’s not so bulky as to look like a professional weightlifter, but this guy must live at the gym nonetheless.

  There are so many abs on his stomach that I just want to spend the next few minutes counting them, but all my body can do is let my fingers run down them slowly, their huge, animalistic owner barely restraining his lust as I do so. Then I reach the hem of his pants, and he can’t hold himself back any longer.

  I’m going to be bold today. I’ve been bold all the way up to this point, so I’m going to do it again now. I work off the belt and toss it aside—he’s too preoccupied with my neck, and I feel a blissful tickle on my skin as he sucks at it, marking what he’s doing to me as he groans.

  After his belt is off, I work open the front of his pants, I see the outline of a massive bulge in his boxers. I need it in me, and fast. I start to reach in, but I’m stopped suddenly as he grabs my wrist and pulls me up to him, looking at me with a predatory grin.

  “And what do you think you’re doing?”

  I wet my lips as I search for my voice. “Fuck me, Tristan,” is all that comes to my lips, and he gives a dark laugh before he picks me up suddenly.

  I’m paper in his arms. He carries me with both hands and brings me over to the car, laying me on the hood, where he grabs my shorts and pulls them down in a fluid motion.

  I’m not wearing panties. I hadn’t realized I’d forgotten them in the rush of getting dressed, but maybe my subconscious was telling me something about what it wants from this massive stranger.

  “Look at you,” he says in a low tone, eyes roving over my body like a predator savors the sight of his kill.

  He’s stripped all the clothes off me, and I’m out in the open, vulnerable. I’m breathing heavily, my mouth hanging open in lust as I look up at the statuesque figure looming over me. The hood of the car is still warm from our trip, but there’s only one part of me he needs right now.

  “Won’t it hurt,” I say, feeling the metal under my body, but he just laughs that almost condescending laugh again.

  “Don’t worry,” he assures me, “not with what I plan on doing to you.”

  The words send chills through my body. I open my mouth to ask what he means, but before I can get so much as a breath out, he parts my legs, exposing my pussy to him, and when I realize his cock isn’t even out yet, I try to brace myself for what’s about to happen.

  I’m not prepared.

  He leans forward and releases his tongue over my slit, and as it runs over the surface of it, testing the waters playfully, I hear a moan from Tristan as he savors the first taste of me.

  “You’re already wet,” he murmurs, utter delight in his tone. “Good. You’ll need it.”

  His tongue starts darting in and out of his mouth, and I can feel the stubble of his face brushing up against me every few strikes as he delves into me, warming my whole body with each stroke.

  “Oh my god, Tristan!” I squeal within a matter of moments. I’ve
played with myself before, felt the comfort of my own fingers and even a few toys recently, but this? This is something only he could give me, and it feels better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of.

  “This new to you, doll?” he asks, sounding more than a little amused as he stops to speak for only the briefest moment before he starts darting in again and again, and I know exactly where those strokes are headed, climbing upward stroke after stroke.

  “I...I…” I gasp. There’s no holding back now, I’ve got to tell him. Part of me suddenly feels worried. I’ve put on this guise of seeming like a down to earth, rough and ready chick, but I’m a virgin. How is that going to affect how he sees me? What if he stops? But I can’t lie to a guy like this. Those eyes are paralyzing in how easily they can probe me. “I’ve never done anything before!”

  I feel my hips squeezed, bare flesh completely in his possession as his tongue buries itself in my folds, and I gasp as it drives right up to my clit, where it swirls around over and over again in a sudden, quick, rhythmic motion until…

  “Ahhhh, Tristan!” I yelp out, trying desperately to close my legs, to retreat and recoup, but there’s no escaping him. My honey floods his face, and after he takes me fully over that crest, he raises up, licking his lips before kissing me on mine, and the taste of myself on him is sweeter than anything that’s ever graced my tongue.

  “So?” he whispers, an inch from my face, “Doll, when I’m through with you, it won’t matter whether you’ve never fucked anyone or if you’ve fucked a hundred.” I gasp as he slides his finger into my pussy and drags it along the inside of my walls, hitting something that nearly makes me cum again, clenching my hands into fists on the hood of the car. “You’ll remember me.”

  As he stands up, he carefully picks me up from the car, and as he turns around, I realize he’s holding me with one hand, like a diner tray I would have carried out of the kitchen at the restaurant a few hours ago. He uses his free hand to work his cock out, and I only catch a glimpse of it before he positions me.

  It’s huge. I spot a dark, bulging crown that’s stiff and erect, just for me, and it’s so eager to be plunged deep into my cunt. He takes me in both hands, and instinctively, I start to wrap my legs around his abdomen, even though I’m not even down on his cock yet. But it’s perched on my lips, and judging by how high up I still am, there’s a lot of cock under me to take in.

  “You’re not ready for this, doll,” he says, a simple statement of fact. I bite my lip, my pussy absolutely aching for more of him inside me, and if I don’t get it soon, I feel like I’m going to burst.

  “I know,” I gasp, “but I’ve got to have it, Tristan, you can’t fucking take me out in the wilderness like this and hold out on me!”

  “Sounds like I’ve got you at a disadvantage,” he teases, and before I can protest, he leans me forward so he can get to my breasts, and his mouth goes to my tits, stiff and needy for attention.

  His teeth graze and nearly bite at them, and I feel my body electrified by the sensation, from my breasts to my cunt. But my cunt is still torturously perched on his dick, and I want so badly to just thrust myself downward onto it, fulfill every dream I’ve ever had about a man inside me, fucking me until I can’t breathe, but he just keeps swirling his tongue around my nipples and teasing my body with something at the same time sweeter and more infuriating than a solid cock in my pussy.

  “Fuck you,” I whimper, “fuck you, Tristan!”

  “You should have known better than to trust a stranger, Sienna,” he says playfully, his breath hot on my breasts. But fuck, the way he’s looking at them, looking at a part of my body, makes me feel so fucking wanted that I almost don’t want to stop him.

  I’ve always been an average girl, but for someone like Tristan to come and just about literally sweep me off my feet and out into the wilderness like this? This is insane. It’s got to be a dream.

  But no, the feeling of his pulsing cock at my lips as he holds me up—no sign of his arms tiring—tells me that this is very real, and I never want it to end.

  He starts rubbing his teeth together, nearly biting on my nipples as his tongue lashes across the stiffened tips, and keyed up as I am, I feel my abdomen tightening blissfully. “Oh god, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I breathe, “I didn’t even know that could make you-”

  I’m cut off as the sensation becomes too much, and I come right there atop his cock, just from the feeling of his mouth on my breasts. My pussy is already wet, but I can feel it drenching his crown. But at last, whether he’s simply decided to end my torment or his cock really is too needy to ignore anymore, his teasing comes to an end.

  In one fluid, swift motion, he lowers me onto his cock.

  I’ve heard my friends talk about how some people are “screamers” in bed. I never knew really what that meant until the feeling of that massive, throbbing, thick cock driving all the way up inside me make me let out a scream of pure, overwhelming ecstasy that rings out across the mountains, my whole body wracked with an earth-shattering orgasm.

  I have sex toys. None of them compare to the hot, living, bulging manhood within me. I’ve never felt so alive, so whole in my life, and only once I’m on him does he start thrusting up.

  “See, Sienna?” he muses, holding a bunch of my hair in his hand as he rocks me on his cock, leaving me utterly useless in his grasp, “you’ve got some life in you after all. You just need to tap into it—let loose.”

  As I find the strength in me to start pushing my hips in, grabbing his chest and desperately grinding against his hot cock, I understand what he means. I’m naked in the middle of nowhere, giving into primal, animalistic instincts. And by the look in his eyes, I can tell he is, too.

  He laughs at my efforts—for everything that I’m doing, it’s nothing compared to what he could do with me, and he demonstrates as he adjusts himself on the hood and I nearly fall over, if not for his hands steadying me.

  He uses his grip on my hair to bring me in close so he can whisper into my ear.

  “I’m going to breed you, doll. Do you want that? Do you want me to breed you out here in the wilderness, plant my seed in you so far away from the rest of the world?”

  I know what I should say. I know what any rational and responsible person would say. But if I wanted to be the rational person, I wouldn’t have put myself in this man’s possession and let him take me out here.

  “I’ve never wanted anything more,” I gasp, and I mean every syllable of it.

  He starts bouncing me harder and faster, and before long, I’m completely useless, just a toy to be fucked however he wants. But he wants me, and he wants me badly. He’s bucking up harder and more rhythmically, and I don’t need to be experienced to know he’s driving himself to climax. My instincts tell me that.

  His scent is so strong in my nostrils, and I want nothing more than to be his for as long as he desires. I clench my cunt, trying to draw it out of him, but as I do, he tightens his grip on my hair, and I feel a deep chuckle in his chest.

  “Nice try,” he says, “but you’re just making me want to draw it out longer, you horny little American. I’ll let you off when I’m done with you.” His growling words are so fierce, so firm, that I feel my stomach tightening again, and my muscles release in blissful orgasm once again, and my efforts are all for naught as he keeps spearing me.

  I’m in a post orgasmic trance, my entire body feeling light and tingly when I feel his balls tightening, his whole cock stiffening and swelling even bigger than it was before. I wonder for a second if this is what it feels like when a man gets close and then he lets out the deeper, more fulfilled groan I’ve ever heard come from a man, and I know I’m right. He has to put an arm under him to keep his huge bulk from falling back as I feel a hot jet of seed explode up into my needy, thirsty cunt.

  “Yes, Tristan!” I gasp, the pearly cum showering my inner walls feeling like they’re fulfilling a hunger I never knew I had, “ohhhh, god!”

  “Sienna,” he says i
n a broken yet fierce voice mid-orgasm, his fingers tightening around my waist as he comes inside me, letting all of his virile seed out into my fertile young body as I ride him. I’m utterly his, and now, he’s proven it.

  Finally, the orgasm subsides, and he slowly pulls me off him, letting me slump on the car beside him. But I’m not done quite yet. I want to make me as unforgettable as he is.

  I reach over to his cock, that glistening spear still shining in the last light of the afternoon, and I bring my mouth over to it, hungry for the sweet substance on the crown.

  “Now what are you-” he starts, but I cut him off as I open my mouth and let my tongue take that bulging cock into my mouth, and he lets out the deepest sigh of relief I’ve ever heard.

  My mouth gets every bit of our mingled cum off his cock, my hands massaging his spent balls, their payload resting wonderfully in my legs, which I keep tight to hold inside me, warm and ecstatic. As I suck needily on his cock, I’m surprised by a little bit of cum that spills out into my mouth, and I let out a sigh of delight at the taste.

  This man is beautiful. He’s everything I could have desired, and more. What did I do to earn this gorgeous stranger sweeping through my life in Nowhere, California?

  I realize how exhausted I am and I guess it shows, as he gently removes my face from his cock, his smile genuine. He picks me up and he carries me to the tent, where he lays me down in a sleeping bag inside before crawling into one himself. I hear him toss a handful of our clothes to the corner of the tent before he zips up the door and lays down in his own bag, but he plays with my hair, those glittering eyes looking into mine as I catch my breath, utterly spent from the sex.

  There are no words between us, just blissful gazing as I think about the seed inside me...and before long he dozes off, that huge chest rising and falling.

  It’s about that time that real life decides to give my anxiety a kick.