Tristan: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Candy Quinn

  Tristan plants our surfboards into the ground, letting them cast shadows over us before he seizes me behind one, looking me up and down, eyes lingering on my wet hair that spills over my shoulder, droplets of water on my breasts as we’re fresh from the ocean. I bite my lip through the smile as I revel in his gaze and enjoy my own view.

  Tristan looks like a bronze god in the setting sunlight. His mop of blonde hair is dripping wet, and it hangs around his eyes gorgeously. There’s a little stubble on his face, and the wetness only accentuates his rugged, untamed look.

  “So what is this,” he says in a low voice as his hands go to my ass, squeezing it, uncaring of the smattering of people left on the beach, “Day two? Three? Thoughts so far?”

  I can’t answer him. My body makes me reach up on my tiptoes and meet him in a kiss. I’m foolish enough to try to make it just a sweet, simple kiss, but there’s nothing simple about Tristan. He grabs me greedily and pulls me tighter into him. His soaked boxer shorts are tight around him from that swollen cock.

  “Do you have any idea how hard it is to learn how to surf with that tight ass teasing me the whole time?” he whispers into my ear, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair as my lips part, desperate for him.

  “I wanna drain you, Tristan,” I whimper back as his hand roves up to my bra, threatening to undo it in front of everyone at the beach. Thankfully, most of them are leaving with the sun, but Tristan grabs me possessively, and the next moment, his tongue is in my mouth.

  “I brought you on this trip because I wanted to fuck you, Sienna,” I hear his fierce voice growl into my ear, and I feel myself melting into him. “I wanted to fuck you sore, fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. You deserve this, doll—remember that.”

  “I need you Tristan, I need to feel your seed inside me,” I whimper, and it hits me that I just dropped that kind of statement after only a few days of knowing him. My heart freezes as he looks me dead in the eye, that piercing gaze scrutinizing. For a moment, I feel terrified. What if I’ve said it too early? I know I had him come in before, but what if-

  My thoughts are silenced as he turns me around to face the sea, watching the setting sun over the gorgeous waters as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them full of desire as his hardened cock presses into my ass.

  “I can’t resist you, Sienna,” he growls, and I can tell he’s hardly able to put words together, he’s so full of desire for me. “I’ve needed you since the moment I saw you, and I knew I had to fucking have you.”

  “Fuck me all you want, Tristan,” I gasp, guiding his hands to my underwear. I don’t know if anyone is left on the beach, and I don’t care.

  “I’m going to breed you, Sienna,” he says, and I realize he’s pulling my underwear down my legs. They fall to my ankles, and I kick them aside. They’re useless around Tristan. “And I’m going to fill you up with everything you’ve ever wanted.”

  He nearly rips the bra off me, and I feel myself being guided to my knees. My whole body feels like it’s melting for him. I reach back and feel his hardened sides, his rippling abs, and his cut hips on my way down, all the way down to those toned calves before I put myself on my knees and push my ass up for him.

  “I’ve had dreams about nothing but you since I started this trip, Sienna,” he growls as my knees touch down on our towels. “I wish I had someone to drive us so I could fuck you the whole time.

  My whole body curves itself up, anticipating him. My mouth is practically watering, and my cunt has been warm and waiting since I watched that shirt come off his gorgeous body. Even if we weren’t the best surfers, watching him handle himself in the water made me want him. He has a kind of command over his own body and the world around him that’s simply supernatural.

  “Is there anyone left on the beach?” I gasp, hardly able to get the thought out as his hard, long cock slaps against my cunt, and he grinds it up against it, a cruel tease. Every few strokes, I feel the tip of his bulging crown brush against my clit, but he takes it away painfully soon.

  “Don’t care,” he growls, and before I can protest, he seizes my waist and impales me.

  I let out a gasp of pleasure as he slides all the way into me, his balls swinging beneath us as he fills me up. I’ve wanted this so badly, touched myself in the backseat of the car while he drove, fantasized about it in those scarce moments we aren’t all over each other.

  I’m eighteen. My hormones are driving me mad, and Tristan is only a year older than me—he wants me just as badly, and his need to empty himself in me overwhelms both our senses.

  He starts rocking into me, and immediately, I feel warmth run up from my needy, swollen cunt to my chest, and I sigh in relief. I relish his cock, the feeling of wholeness I have with him inside me.

  “God, you’re so tight, Sienna,” he groans, and for a moment, I forget I’m not in one of my dizzying dreams in the back of the diner. This is real. And god, it’s better than anything my imagination could have carved out.

  This is better than fantasy. This is Tristan.

  We’ve spent the whole afternoon with our wet bodies pressing up against each other for warmth, and I’ve been keyed up ever since. I’ve been watching cold California water wash over his impeccable British body, and the sight alone has been keeping my cunt warm and ready for this.

  As he starts to rock into me, I nearly fall flat on my face, but he helps hold me up by the hips, using me like some kind of doll in his hands, like he’s so fond of calling me.

  I feel his cock stiff and ready as he starts rocking back and forth, massaging the innermost walls of my pussy just the way I’d always dreamed, but better. The bottom of his cock that I so lovingly licked earlier is returning the favor in full force, grinding against the upper walls of my cunt and brushing against my g-spot with such a natural ease. It’s like my cunt was made for his cock, and I never want them to separate.

  “Each second I don’t have you fucking me,” he grunts, “it’s torture, Sienna. Fuck, you’re so warm and tight!”

  “Do you have any idea how sweet your cum tastes?” I answer, my face barely propped up by my arms on the towel. “I can’t tell you how bad I wanted it in my cunt, Tristan.”

  “If you’re good for me,” he growls, “you might just get it, doll.”

  I whimper as I push my ass up into him, feeling his hardened pelvis as he ploughs into me, his shaft working me harder than he ever has before. The same primal instinct to breed is taking over him just as it’s been smothering me sweetly these past few days, and there’s nothing holding him back as he holds me tight and fucks me raw and hard from behind.

  It hardly takes any time for heat to well up within me before exploding, rippling up my muscles as the orgasm wracks my body, leaving my jaw hanging open.

  The smell of sea salt and sand fills my nostrils as I feel bliss, nothing but utter joy as his cock keeps ramming into me, bucking harder and harder, no sign of stopping anywhere in sight. He’s so reckless, his bare cock striking my innermost depths, yet he’s totally in control. As I start to slip, he pulls me up, and when I feel myself getting tired, he moves my legs just so that I can keep feeling every bit of ecstasy he wants to inflict on me.

  My toes clench as I feel another orgasm coming on, and I ball my hands into fists full of sand, trying to keep quiet. There are surely still some people somewhere on the beach, and I open my eyes long enough to see boats out on the water, far from us. I blush furiously—what if someone sees us? What if someone calls the police? What if-

  “Aaahhhhh!” I cry out as the orgasm wracks my body so hard that I fall to my face, sand in my hair as I desperately try to push myself up, but Tristan just laughs, and soon, I feel his cock leave my cunt, and I look over my shoulder at him desperately, need written in my eyes.

  He lays on his back, nodding for me to come and sit on him. The silent order sends a pulse of desire through my body. That stiff, erect cock, pointing up towards the sky, reminds me so much of the view of it I had in his car, and I’m reminded of
how badly I needed him inside me then.

  I feel it twice over now.

  Without hesitation, forgetting any witnesses, I mount him, and I waste no time in letting myself sink onto his cock. I gasp in pleasure at feeling it in me again, and this new position feels like renewed bliss.

  I start rocking back and forth on him, but I almost laugh at myself. I feel so silly, trying to buck into him with the same force he could deliver. There’s nothing sweeter than riding his cock, but I feel so powerless up against him. Then he starts pushing his hips up.

  My orgasm hits me without warning, and I’m a limp doll on his cock, barely supporting myself on those rock-hard abs as my whole body aches for more of him. How could I have never lived with this kind of burning lust before? It feels so warming, so all-consuming that I feel like I’m not myself without it anymore.

  “You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” I tease down at the impeccable, feral male beneath me.

  “I was going to say the same,” he growls, pushing me up on his cock and silencing me with a wave of pleasure that washes over my body. I can’t believe I ever put stock in that one-horse town and dead-end job. I need this. I need him.

  His bucking gets fiercer, and mine does too. I’ve learned to get a rhythm going, to keep up with the thrusts of those hips that are so fit they could go on forever. My cunt tightens around him, and I can see the blissful effect it has on his face. His paralyzing gaze is on me as we fuck right there on the beach, those beautiful eyes holding me transfixed, and I’ve never felt more loved.

  The sight of me riding him makes him harder and harder, his cock swelling large and taut. His balls are growing tighter, and I know what that means, but I don’t slow down. I know how reckless and powerful his orgasms are, but I want it in me.

  He doesn’t tear his eyes from me as his mouth opens, and he lets out a powerful groan as I feel the first spurt of hot seed spill out of his crown.

  The sheer release both of us feel is huge. I feel my body unwinding as the tension of his erect cock sends another orgasm crashing through every muscle in my body, water dripping from my soaked locks as he releases himself within me more powerfully and fiercely than ever. He’s holding me tight to him, making me his as he pours all of his seed into me. Feeling every burst of it empty into me is utterly satisfying, like an itch I haven’t been able to reach for years finally finding relief.

  And so much more.

  His virile seed empties into me, shot after shot, until his massive chest lets out a long, drawn-out sigh of relief, and I let my body sink down onto him, kissing him passionately, letting us wallow in each other’s fluids as the salt water from the ocean runs from my body to his.

  “No matter where we are,” I whisper when our kiss finally breaks, “I feel like the world’s just so...peaceful when we’re together.”

  “I wouldn’t trade it for anything, Sienna,” he whispers back, his voice thick even in our afterglow, and he rubs my back with a hand, sighing in blissful contentment.

  5

  I wake up next to Tristan the next morning, wrapped snugly in his arms as the beachside morning sun warms us up.

  “Nice to see you didn’t decide to crash in someone’s car this time,” he whispers huskily into my ear as he feels me stirring, and I let out a soft giggle.

  “Tempting, but I think you got me this time,” I say.

  The beach is still empty, the first light of dawn just starting to peek over the edge of the water as we gather our things, get as dressed as we need to be, and head back to the car.

  Our next destination is the Oregon border. Hours later, the sandy terrain is replaced by towering redwood trees, the smell of the woodlands energizing us both as I look out of the car in childlike wonder. I’ve seen redwoods before, but never in the kind of context that I could really enjoy like this.

  The shores get rockier as we drive, huge waves crashing against cliffs on the opposite side of the redwood forest. It’s like something out of a fairy tale. He takes us to a vista, where we take some pictures together, my arms wrapped around his huge body and kissing him while our phones record the moments together.

  As we chat and talk about my background in California, the way he listens and seems to sympathize with everything I’ve been through makes me feel all the more comfortable around him outside the hot, passionate sex we have together.

  We hike through the redwoods, leaving our phones and everything back in the car to let us be alone together in the forest. Surrounded by nothing but the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves overhead, I feel my heart fluttering in my chest at the sight of Tristan ahead of me, his powerful body conquering the land with every stride without the slightest bit of difficulty.

  It’s like the land was made for him, but he isn’t even from here. I want him to pin me against one of these massive trees with his trunk-like cock, but for once, we allow ourselves to just be together.

  We reach a new height, so far up the mountain that we can see our car down below, and as we look out over the landscape out onto the ocean, I feel him take my hand in his and pull me close. I smile up and him to see a loving glint in his eye that hits me in the chest like a sack of bricks, and I blush.

  I’m falling for this guy.

  “Hey,” he says softly, seeing my face going pink, “what’s on your mind, doll?”

  I bite my lip through a smile, then just bury my face in his chest and hug him tight. “Just thinking about you.”

  He lets out a lighthearted laugh and sweeps me off my feet to carry me back down to the car on his shoulders, and I giggle as I’m given a bird’s eye view of the trek back.

  Once we’re back to the car, I see my phone flashing. While Tristan gets ready to pull out, I open my phone to see a message from one of my friends. It’s just a link to an article with no words. That’s not like her.

  I furrow my brows and pull it open, and I nearly drop the phone in shock at what I see.

  It’s a tabloid article, and it features none other than me and Tristan, on the beach, legs locked in passionate fucking, just barely concealed by part of my surfboard.

  I scroll through the article, my heart pounding in my chest. This can’t be happening. I knew there was some risk in fucking in public like that, and it was only a matter of time until someone saw, but paparazzi?! What in the hell would they find newsworthy about a couple of random people?

  Then my thumb freezes on part of the article that makes my face pale.

  ...unknown woman was seen with Tristan Delaney, youngest brother of the world-renowned Delaney dynasty, the rightful heirs of the lands of Rookswood in Surrey County, UK. The Delaney brothers, whose collective net worth is over twenty billion pounds, represent the cutting edge of global development and arts, with projects ranging from environmental protection to up-and-coming indie bands. Tristan, a known renegade and international womanizing playboy of the siblings is the youngest of these enterprising billionaires, whose bloodline runs back to the fourteenth century, seems to have found his latest victim in this unknown young girl pictured above, and...

  I can’t read any further. I feel nauseous, and I take a step back as my head spins around me.

  “Babe, are you alright?” Tristan says, striding over to me and reaching out, but I draw away from his hand, glaring at him in sudden indignation.

  “Don’t babe me, Tristan Delaney!” I snap at him, my blood boiling as I hold up the article in his face. “Is this all I am to you? Your next conquest in a string of girls across the world? Just some more pussy you thought you’d pick up on the road before going back to your manors?”

  His eyes narrow at the phone, and before I can react, he snatches it from me, setting it down on the side of the car and stepping towards me. I take a step back, but he isn’t stopping.

  “It isn’t like that, Sienna.”

  “Then why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I say, tears in my eyes, stinging and salty as they run down my cheeks. I turn and start to bolt, but Tristan catches
me around the waist and hauls me back. I pound on his back and kick at his chest after he slings me over his shoulder to carry me back to the car, inconsolable.

  “I was falling for you, damn it!” I cry, letting my limbs slump as I realize it’s useless. He sets me down on my feet, holding one of my wrists in a firm grasp. I pull away, but his grip is like iron. That stupid, gorgeous face is almost mocking my efforts as I fight against him. It must all be laughable to him. “I thought this was...we were…” I sob, trying to slap him across the face, but he catches my other wrist, wrestling my arms down and pinning me against the car. “What are you going to do to me?” I finally say to the man I thought I knew.

  “Explain,” he answers, his voice stern...yet sincere.

  I sniff. “What?”

  “I wanted you to see me for who I really am, instead of just assuming things about me from the press,” Tristan says earnestly, reaching for my hand. I snatch it away and he looks genuinely heartbroken, his mouth falling open with words he can’t quite find.

  “Who you really are?” I retort, my eyes filling with tears. “Tristan, everything I thought I knew about you — it was all a lie. Everything is just a cover story with you. It’s all make believe.”

  “But you’ve had fun, right? You and I — we’re good together. We’re real, aren’t we?” he replies, his gorgeous amber eyes shimmering with emotion.

  I choke back a sob and shake my head. “That’s the thing about make believe, Tristan. It’s fun while it lasts, but it’s only temporary. Eventually, the real world has to come back in. Remember when you promised me you wouldn’t do anything to have my picture land in the press? I thought you were just playing around, but you-you were serious, weren’t you? I was just supposed to be some silly secret of yours, right? You just wanted to have a fling with some nameless, faceless girl the press wouldn’t recognize. And guess what? You broke your promise. My picture is on the front page now, and I-I never asked for this! I can’t believe I let you make me think — make me feel — ugh! I thought there was something really here, Tristan,” I end with a sniffle. “But it was all just another game for you.”