Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3)

by Natalie Barnes

  “Ahh!” I scream at the feel of him and the sting of my palms.

  Tristan leans his body over mine as he continues to ride hard into me, hitting deep every time. There’s no freaking way I can hold back and more screams leave my body. What the fuck is he doing? He doesn’t stop; instead, he places his hand over one of mine that’s pressed against the wall. Now he has me caged in as he continues to fuck into me.

  “Fuck! Tristan. Stop!”

  Shit, I gotta get it together. My clit pulses and my walls contract around him. Another moan scrapes out of my hoarse throat. His thrusts become deeper and his groans become louder.

  “You want me to stop?”

  He starts to tease me with his cock, coming almost to a complete stop, then purposely dragging it completely out of me. He slides the head of his cock around my clit then glides it down. Stopping right before he reaches the very back, he slides it back up and repeats the torturous tease.

  “No…” I whisper.

  My eyebrows pinch together as I close my eyes. Tristan’s throaty cackle heats me even more. Gripping my waist again with both hands, his cock hits the top of my ass.

  Backing me up, he lets go of my hips again and places his hand on the center of my back, pressing me forward. With one fluid tug, Tristan brings my shorts to my ankles. Anyone were to be going by, which I’m sure there’s been at least one, this would look fucking crazy. I’m totally bent over for him. But being back in this nook with Tristan’s massive body covering me, I should be good to go. Besides, they’ll be seeing his ass, not mine.

  Tristan hisses as he fists my cheeks and spreads them apart, using his hips to press the tip of his cock back into me.

  “This fucking sweet ass…”

  He wastes no time fucking back into me. For real, though, the crew is probably starting to get pissed.

  Ah shit…

  My body quivers from the fullness of him inside me to his tight grip on my ass. My eyes squeeze tight when ecstasy pulses through my body. Clenching around him, I scream into my knees as it rips through my core. Dampness moistens my inner thighs as my cum spills around Tristan’s cock, which stills inside me, letting my body finish riding it out. Fuck!

  Letting go of my ass, he steps out of me again.

  “I want your mouth to finish me off,” he says gruffly.

  As I’m reaching for my shorts to pull them back up, Tristan grabs a hold of my shoulders and tugs me around. With one hand on my head, he fists his cock and brings it to my mouth. My shorts fall back around my ankles. Placing my hands on his thick upper thighs, I use my mouth to suck the head in, wrapping my lips around it then opening my mouth wider as he pushes himself in. He catches me off guard and I gag on him when he hits the back. I taste my own saltiness warming my mouth.

  “Ooh, fuck. I love watching you choke on my fucking cock,” he hisses. That sound alone sends a pulse through my body again.

  Opening my eyes, I look up at him. Letting go of his hips, I start wringing his cock, using each hand to go opposite of the other. After every couple pushes in, I would swallow it back, causing me to gag on him. That causes a bunch of my spit to rise, which I then spread over the rest of his cock with my hands. Hearing the deep rumbles of his moans echoing around us has me so turned on that I bring him in deeper.

  “That’s it, my girl. That’s fucking it.”

  Tristan’s eyes are hard on mine. For a moment he looks almost in pain but then his warm cum starts filling my mouth. Trying to lock up my throat, I finish rubbing him out ‘til his cock jerks inside my mouth.

  Tristan slides his cock slowly out as some of his cum leaks from my lips. Turning my head the other way, I spit over my shoulder. Okay, call me a freak, but I just don’t feel right swallowing Tristan’s fucking cum. Doesn’t everything I eat nourish the baby? Yeah, rather spit the wad out.

  “Here,” Tristan says low as he helps me up, then crouches in front of me to pull up my shorts.

  “I got it,” I giggle back. He doesn’t need to dress me. “You should get going.” I nod over to the door we came in from.

  After popping the button back through my shorts, Tristan wraps his arm around my back, then slides it down so his left hand rests over my ass. Holding me close to him this way, he pulls on the handle to open the door. When we step back into the narrow hallway, Lux’s voice booms down the hall.

  “Couldn’t you have fucking waited until after the set?”

  Oh, shit! Quickly glancing up at Tristan, I see he has a crooked grin on his handsome face. His head turns slightly when he notices me staring at him.

  “Love you,” he says to me and places a kiss on my forehead. My eyes close instantly at the contact of his lips.

  “Love you,” I smile back at him as he leans back.

  Cool air hits my skin when Tristan turns right and heads for the stage entrance. The sound of his band jamming hard pours from the hallway.

  Smiling at his back, I watch him slowly fade away down the dark corridor toward the stage, fixed on the way his back moves with every step he takes.

  “Next time, you two…”

  My smile drops at the sound of Lux awkwardly clearing his throat behind me. Ah, fuck. I slowly face Lux, raising one eyebrow up, hoping to God.

  “So... we had security by this entrance and the east entrance to make sure no one from the crews went in there,” he says, looking everywhere except at me. My eyes drop. I just fucking know.

  “So. People heard us.”

  “Yes.” He stops and looks right at me.

  No beating around the bush with that one. Yeah, I feel embarrassed standing in front of Lux, who I’m sure probably heard a little too. But hey, it’s not like it’s the first time. Shit, this isn’t the time to crack jokes. I mean, I’m standing with my hair wild out in matted knots from Tristan’s fist and my belt hanging wide open off my hips. A few tears have ripped through my stockings.

  Yeah... I look like someone who just got pounded into by an unmerciful cock. My lips spread across my teeth as my smile widens at him. Lux shakes his head, but smiles back.

  “See you later, Sophia.”

  Then Lux turns back around, pulling out a cell phone and bringing it to his ear.

  “Fucking Sophie!” Roger slurs behind me.

  Oh fuck-ing great. Crossing my arms over my chest, I turn around and stick my hip out. Smirking, I wait for it.

  “You horny little thing.”

  He circles his index finger with the hand that’s holding a J&B bottle. What the fuck? My head tosses back at Roger’s choice of words.

  “What’s so funny?” asks Jeff, startling me when he walks up to my side.

  “Ah, nothing,” Roger shrugs, fighting to hold back from laughing. “Just Sophia getting her guts pushed by Tristan out in the garage.”

  Holy shit! Jeff’s eyes widen as he brings a Solo cup up to his mouth but he chokes on his drink, his eyes lightening at me.

  “Fuck, Roger.”

  “That’s what she said,” he comes back.

  He laughs even harder at his lame joke. Grinning even wider at him, I roll my eyes.

  “Well, boys, it’s been fun. Shut up, Roger.”

  I quickly point at him so he doesn’t finish again with a lame joke. Jeff shakes his head and laughs into his drink.

  Turning around, I walk down the hall back to my dressing room. I was gonna go to this thing Lux has planned tonight, but now I’m freaking exhausted and just want to crash. Tristan’s voice rumbles through the hallway as he thrashes into the mic. I grin devilishly to myself. If they only knew that man just royally fucked everything out of me, hard, out in some parking garage... a thrill runs through me remembering it.

  Coming up to the door, I twist the handle and push my way through, wishing I could just crash on this couch. It looks like Frankie already took some things out, but some makeup is still laid out. I have to tell him that I don’t plan on going out tonight. He’ll probably tease me for being no fun, but I just can’t fucking do it.

/>   Using the back of my hand to cover my yawn, I take a seat on the couch, falling back on the hard cushions. I just need to rest my legs for a minute before getting changed. I can’t believe how tired I am. My heavy eyelids burn over my eyes as another yawn stretches my chest.

  “I take it you’re not going out,” Frankie says, standing over me with his hands in his back pockets. He sticks his chest out, his hair falling in pieces across his eyes.

  “N-”, No, I try to say to him, but another damn yawn comes out.

  Frankie gives me a knowing smile then spins on his heels, heading over to the vanity.

  “Yeah, it’s probably better that you rest anyway, girl,” he says over his shoulder. Placing certain pieces back in the case, he goes on.

  “I’m flying home tonight. I wasn’t going to go home for the holidays, but my mom called. She and Mr. Wonderful broke up, so…” He circles his wrist in the air. “Now, instead of spending it with you in L.A., watching naughty sleigh boys while baking cookies with my penis cookie cutter set… I’ll be spending it in Sacramento, watching White Christmas while using… my penis cookie cutter set. ”

  He grins mischievously at me.

  “Oh, shut up, Frankie. You love White Christmas,” I say, laughing at him.

  Stopping what he was doing, he faces me,

  “I know,” he says back excitedly, clapping twice before going back to packing his stuff up.

  “Your clothes are over there,” he points his finger off to the left of him where my clothes sit folded up neatly on a small bench beside the door. “Kind of glad you’re not going out. My flight is at three and JFK can be kind of a bitch sometimes.”

  “Even this late, Frankie?”

  He always exaggerates. Frankie’s forehead wrinkles as his eyes widen.

  “Girl, that’s when they pull the most shit. All bored at work, looking for something to do. Mmm-hmm. Watch later. I’ll put it on Instagram.”

  He points at me with an eyeliner brush then goes back again. As I’m heading for my clothes, Frankie speaks up again.

  “Are you going to be seeing your parents at all?”

  Ah, man. No.

  “I didn’t get a hold of them yet,” I say, bummed.

  Picking up my jeans and t-shirt with my underwear hidden between them, I turn toward Frankie.

  “I should give them a call, though.”

  Frankie closes his case and tucks his hair behind his ears.

  “Well, if anything happens over break, call me.”

  “Nothing out of the ordinary should happen. At least, I don’t think it will.”

  I hold my clothes up to my chest. A teasing grin creeps back over Frankie’s lips.

  “Don’t fuck yourself out.”

  Oh, my God! Frankie busts up giggling ridiculously as he swings the strap over his shoulder and comes over to kiss my cheek.

  “Merry Christmas,” he sings cheerfully at me, winking. Seconds later, the door latches behind him.

  Smiling, I shake my head.

  “Oh-kay,” I say to myself as I head to the back to change.

  I wonder what it would be like to have Christmas at Frankie’s family’s house. He’s told stories here and there, but I bet being there in real life would be a trip. The thought of his family brings up the subject of mine again. I think when I land back in L.A., I’ll call my mom and see if they wanna come out for a few days. Then I’ll be able to tell them about the baby. Wow! That sounded kind of crazy. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll invite them then tell them. I think?

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sophia

  “Hey, Mom!” I squeak.

  Our flight got in a little while ago, so I thought of just calling my mom and getting it over with. Technically, I’m not telling her yet, but I want to see if she can come out this way for a few days.

  “Sophia? You’re on break now?” My mom’s voice lightens up on the other end.

  “Not really a break break, I guess, but I do have a breather right now.”

  “Oh, that’s good.”

  Biting my lip, I hold the phone tightly to my ear with my right hand as I look over at Tristan. He’s focusing on the highway, his forearm flexing deliciously every time he switches gears.

  “What are you doing for Christmas, honey?”

  Christmas? Oh, I’m going to tell you that you’re going to be a grandma.

  “That’s why I was calling you, Mom.” I clear my throat at the end so it doesn’t sound all squeaky. Shit, get this call together. “D-do you want to come out here?”

  Tristan lays his hand down on my knee and gives it a reassuring squeeze. The warmth of his touch does have a magical way of soothing me.

  “Hmm. Let me ask your dad if he can get the time off when he comes home from work tonight. I honestly would like to have a little sunshine on my face right now.”

  Her soft laughter fills me with this gentle warmth.

  “That and smog. You’ll love it.”

  No, she won’t. She’s kind of a tree hugger. Anything that’s too damaging to the planet, my mom hates.

  “I’d be there for you, Sophia. You’re all the sunshine I need.”

  “Mom, you’re corny.”

  I can’t hold my laugh in. She giggles back.

  “What? I would have thought you’d like that.”

  “I do, Mom. I do.”

  Tristan lets go of my knee and goes back to shifting again. My eyes catch his as he watches me for a moment before going back to the road.

  “Call me as soon as you talk to Dad, okay?” I say back to my mom, staring at his profile.

  “I will. Now, rest. I bet your body needs this little break badly. Don’t want to wear yourself out.”

  Agh. You have no idea.

  “Okay, Mama. Love you,” I say to her as I look out my passenger side window.

  “Love you, too.”

  “Bye.”

  Pulling the phone away from my ear, I end the call. Blowing out a small breath, Tristan grips my knee again,

  “They don’t know yet?” Tristan asks.

  Staring at the blank screen on my phone, I shake my head.

  “My dad has to see if he can take the time off. They’ll call later.”

  A low chuckle slips from Tristan’s lips. This getting my attention, I turn to him with my eyebrow quirked up.

  “What’s funny?”

  Tristan is in a playful little mood right now. Giving him this half grin, I watch his eyes scanning the road ahead of him.

  “You’ll have to wait.”

  Wait a minute?

  “Does this have something to do with the surprise you were talking about back in Milwaukee?”

  Tristan bites his lip and oh, my God. It’s so fucking sexy.

  “Maybe,” he teases.

  Damn. Playful Tristan is mind-blowingly sexy. His fingers reach forward, turning the sound up. Hed PE’s Stand Up fills the car. I like this. We stay silent ‘til Tristan exits the freeway.

  I stare at him and the signs on the freeway. I don’t know the 101 that well, but I do know that my condo exit is not for a few more miles.

  “Aren’t you taking the wrong exit?”

  “Taking a detour,” his deep voice says back flatly.

  I try to see where the fuck we’re going, but the thing about L.A. is, there’s so many areas that even after living here for two years, I still don’t know shit.

  It’s a nicer area, so that’s good. Sometimes I panic when I get lost around here. When I first bought my condo, I had just gotten my car detailed so I went out for a celebration spin. One turn led to another and another. When my stupid talking phone’s directions totally kicked my ass, I finally gave up and called Matt, because Roger only knows where the studio, liquor stores, and strip clubs are at. Anyways, two and a half hours later I was finally pulling back into my driveway, following Matt on his superbike.

  “This isn’t a detour, Tristan.”

  I playfully roll my eyes at him. He’s trying to keep a stra
ight face, but his cocky smirk gives him away.

  “How about you close that hot mouth of yours until we get there.”

  His commending tone has my stomach flipping again. Gawd, I love it!

  “Fuck you.” I try to sound pissed, but my damn girly giggle slips that up.

  “Oh, you will.”

  He twists his neck over and grins down at me, his eyes already stripping my clothes off.

  “Sound pretty sure of yourself.”

  I cross my arms and look back at the road. Tristan shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head to the side.

  “You’re clenching your thighs again, Sophia.”

  Shit, I didn’t even know I was doing that. Well, kind of. It’s my body’s natural instinct whenever I’m around Tristan. Like I said before, I’m hornier now than I have ever fucking been in my entire life. It’s almost annoying now. Then my eyes scan up Tristan’s thick, jean clad thighs and I think, nah… maybe it’s not annoying. Not when Tristan is being the “sex god” as Frankie would say.

  Tristan downshifts and I know we’re getting close. He’s driving us to a gated community. Where in the fuck?

  “Got an idea yet?” Tristan asks me as he rolls down his window, handing a man in a booth some card.

  “Are we visiting someone?”

  Why else would we be here? Tristan shakes his head as he lets out another deep chuckle. He doesn’t say anything back, but instead reaches for the card again and nods his head at the older gentleman. Licking his lips real quick, he shifts back into gear and slowly takes off.

  Sitting up closer to the dashboard, my eyes dart around the perfectly landscaped neighborhood. Then the car turns left and my eyes shift to the large, beautiful one-story house that sits on lush grounds with trees enclosing it from the roadway.

  With its wraparound porch and New England vibe, something about it reminds me of being somewhere in Connecticut or Maine, but the grounds sporting lush bushes and lemon trees with the Santa Monica Mountains in the background make you definitely feel L.A. How in the hell is it so green when it’s always dry as hell out here? Just as I’m admiring the lemon trees, my Chevelle parked right outside the garage catches my eye.