by Unknown
“You guys have a jet? As in owning your own private jet?” Alisha asked.
“Technically, our dad owns the jet. It’s just at our disposal,” Tristan said.
“Wow. Technically, if your father owns a jet and you have access to it whenever you want, then you own a jet. You two are very wealthy, aren’t you?” she asked.
Both Tristan and Brandon began to look uncomfortable. Tristan was getting ready to speak when Alisha stopped him by raising her hand, palm facing him.
“It was a rhetorical question. I know you guys are wealthy, I just didn’t realize how wealthy.”
“And just how do you know we’re wealthy?” Tristan asked.
Alisha laughed right out, “Tristan, you both have apartments in an Upper New York City high-rise that has to cost if not two million then close to two million. Although why you would buy a luxury apartment and only furnish the bedroom is beyond me. By the way, it’s very beauti—”
“I’m glad you like the bedroom, because that’s where we’ll be spending most of our time,” Tristan said, pulling her into his arms. “Brandon, see yourself out.”
Brandon cracked up laughing at Alisha standing there with her mouth agape blushing ferociously. “I’m going. Alisha—see you, hon. Tristan, if Domino can get someone to help Sinjin, I would appreciate it. I trust Dom’s men. I’d feel better staying here and helping clean this mess up. I appreciate it, brother,” he said.
“No problem. Oh, by the way, Dom has a man on James and I’ve called locksmiths to come in and change the locks on his and Teddy’s offices. Security has been informed to not let anyone in the building over the weekend, per my orders, just in case James or Teddy tries to get into the office over the weekend. Now get out. I need time alone with Alisha,” he said.
“Thanks, brother,” Brandon said, as he quit the room.
Tristan locked up after Brandon left and looked over at Alisha, “Come on, Beauty, let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day.” He went back to Alisha, grabbed her hand, and led her to the bedroom.
Chapter Nine
Alisha saw the desire in Tristan’s eyes as he led her towards the bedroom and it made her both nervous and excited—nervous because she hadn’t been with anyone in a while and she didn’t want Tristan to find her lacking in any way; and excited because she wanted Tristan with a fierceness not known to her before.
Once in the bedroom, he turned her to face him. “What’s wrong, Beauty?” he asked.
She looked down at the floor. “Um…I don’t have anything to sleep in and I need a shower,” she said.
“Are you serious? Beauty, I’ve walked around most of the day with a semi hard-on. Baby, I want you so bad now, my cock is weeping to be inside of you. Trust me, you won’t need anything to sleep in,” he said.
“Oh,” she said, her lips formed the perfect “O”.
“Oh is right, Beauty,” he said. He let go of her hand. “Hold on, I need to grab something.” Walking over to his chest of drawers, he retrieved about a half-dozen condoms and walked back towards her.
“Geeze, Tristan, you think you have enough condoms? Just how many of those things are you planning on using?” she asked.
“Not nearly enough; and all of them and then some. Besides, the way I’m feeling right now, I might need to use two of the damn things,” he said with a smile. “You have a problem with that?”
“I might,” she said.
“You’ll get over it soon enough. I plan on exploring every inch of that delectable body of yours, so start undressing,” Tristan said as he began undressing as well.
The sight of Tristan’s bare chest had the area between her legs throbbing. Man he’s hot! Wayne had never made her body tingle like Tristan. With one look, Tristan had her all hot, wet, and panting for him to take her where she stood. Oh my god! Where did that come from? Alisha could do nothing but stare at him with her mouth agape as Tristan stood all proud in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers, his arousal evident through the thin material. From the looks of him, he was huge. My goodness, there’s no way that thing is gonna fit in me! Her heartbeat started to accelerate, her palms became sweaty, and her breathing became labored.
“Beauty, you have about thirty seconds to get out of your clothes. Or do you need help?” Tristan asked giving her a smoldering look, his gaze filled with passion and desire.
“Um… Um… Ah… Ah, N-no…No, I can do it,” she said, her voice shaky as she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it, and let it fall to her feet. Her blouse followed. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra clasp, releasing her breasts from their confines, and letting the bra fall to the floor, joining the rest of her clothes.
His eyes roamed over her hungrily. He was damn near speechless from the sight of her standing there with nothing on but a sexy little thong. He could tell from the little piece of material covering the triangle between her thighs that she was almost bare and he couldn’t wait to lick her from top to bottom. He was definitely going to enjoy tasting every inch of her. Just the thought of his tongue fucking her pussy had him stepping out of his boxers and fisting his cock, pre-cum started to seep out through the slit.
Letting go of his erection, he began to walk towards her. When he stood directly in front of her, he cupped the back of her neck and brought her head up to his lips. The moment their lips met, strong feelings of desire coursed throughout his body. Passion ignited every cell in his skin. He inserted his tongue into her mouth and their tongues began dueling for supremacy. Her complete surrender was what he wanted and what he intended to have. He took control of the kiss by strengthening his hold on her neck and deepening the kiss.
Her response was immediate and absolute. She’d tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but his hold on her was too strong so she placed them on his shoulders. Putting all of her emotions into the kiss, she tried to kiss him just as deeply, but he wasn’t having it. He deepened the kiss until he felt her body relax as she surrendered control to him.
“I need you, Tristan,” she moaned into his mouth and grabbed his ass, rubbing her aching groin into his.
He sucked in a deep breath from her bold actions and looked down into her passion-filled eyes. “I know baby, I need you too,” he whispered huskily against her mouth while grinding his erection into her pelvis. “Feel how much I want you. I want you so much I’m about to burst, Baby. Beauty, I know you want a shower, but babe I don’t think I can hold on that long. If I go anywhere near that shower, I will have you on the sink, in the shower, on the floor, against the wall, every damn place in that bathroom. I plan on doing that anyway, but not yet. No, the first time we make love will be in this bed.” Picking her up, he carried her over to the bed where he placed her, then lay gently on top of her. Bringing his lips down to hers, he kissed her intimately.
He released her mouth. He was breathing hard. She sucked in her breath. She was so turned on. “Mmm…you taste so sweet,” he said. “I’m going to enjoy tasting every inch of your delectable body. Beauty, how long has it been since you were with a man?”
Alisha frowned. “Why? Did I do something wro—? Ahhh!” She nearly came off the bed when she felt his hands cupping her breasts his fingertips gently caressed her hardened nipples.
He met her gaze, then lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking the enlarged nipple into his mouth, “No, Beauty. You are doing everything right,” he whispered as he reached past her thong to insert his middle finger into her moist center then began to stroke her intimately. She grasped his head and lifted her hips off the bed as she held his head. She didn’t know what she was trying to do. The only thing she knew was that he was giving her immense pleasure and she wanted more. He inserted another finger and started stroking her harder. She almost lost it, the pleasure was so intense. She was panting so hard you would have thought she was having an asthma attack. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as she held on. She was so close to orgasm she could feel it. Her body started tingling, and her hands were shaking so bad she could
barely hold on to Tristan’s head.
He lifted his mouth from one breast and blew on the wet nipple before taking the other nipple into his mouth while simultaneously, yet softly, scissoring his fingers inside her. Pulling his fingers out of her, he flicked her clit lightly using his middle finger and thumb. She cried out her release. Her womanly juices were saturating his fingers. She couldn’t think. She could only feel her desire was so intense. Her mind went totally blank as she tried to pull air into her lungs.
Before she had fully recovered from her orgasm, he removed his mouth from her breast and used the same fingers that were inside her to rip her thong off, and then threw it across the room. Moving down her body, he lowered his head to her center, inhaling her scent, “Ummm…you know what I want to do, Beauty?” he asked. Without giving her time to answer he continued on, “I want to taste you, Beauty. Your womanly scent is intoxicating and extremely arousing. I can’t wait to lap up every drop of your juices. Ummm, you’re so nice and wet, darlin’.”
Why was he asking her foolish questions now? If he didn’t get on with it she would have to take matters into her own hands. Oh my, where did that come from? She had never been the aggressor in her relationship with Wayne. Now…oh goodness…Tristan was having her wanting to do things that she had never done before. She lost all coherent thought when Tristan suddenly parted her nether lips with his lips and ran his tongue up and down the inside of her vaginal lip. As he licked her, she felt extreme pleasure down to her toes.
“Tristan,” she moaned, closing her eyes and sighing breathlessly. Her hips were moving and she couldn’t think straight. “Tristan,” she whispered again. His name was the only thing she could think of to say, he was loving her so good. He continued to lap at her labia, bringing her closer to yet another mind-boggling orgasm. She let out a high-pitched scream when he sucked her clit into his mouth. It was brief but it was enough to have her grabbing hold of his head and holding it in place. He continued to suck on her clitoris, pulling it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over and around it. She couldn’t hold out—the sensations were running wildly through every part of her body, “Trist—I—I can’t take it. Oh! Oh my! Uh… Uh…Uh, can’t take it—too much—” She ground herself into his face. He inserted his tongue deep within her and started rolling it back in forth within her. She tightened her grip on his head then shattered under his ministrations. She felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience. She could feel herself floating, or what she thought was floating. She wasn’t quite sure, since her eyes were closed and she was holding onto Tristan’s hair so tightly she was afraid she may have caused some damage.
With a quick swipe of his tongue, he licked her remaining juices from her and lifted his head. She was sprawled out on his bed, her hair in disarray, the covers scrunched up from her pulling on them, well that was before she decided to use his head as leverage. It’s a wonder she hadn’t pulled his hair out of his head. Licking his lips and tasting her juices sent him into overdrive. “Hold on Beauty, we are definitely not finished yet,” he said. Tristan sat up on his knees and grabbed a condom. Ripping it open he slowly rolled it over his erection. Kneeling in between her legs, he gave his erection a few pumps before guiding it to her entrance. “Not nearly finished.” He lay back on top of her, reached for her mouth with his, and kissed her deeply.
She tasted herself on his lips. It was exotic and erotic. She shivered at first contact. Tristan was holding nothing back as he poured everything he had into the kiss. Reaching in between them testing her readiness, she was still wet and getting wetter, if that were at all possible. Slowing inching his way inside, he stopped when he heard her sharp intake of breath as she tried to lift him off of her.
“Oh my God, Tristan! You’re too big…it’s not going to work,” she said. It felt like he was ripping her he was so big. She couldn’t help it. She tried to move him off her.
Lifting his mouth from hers, he whispered against her lips, “Relax baby, you are so tight. How long has it been?”
“It’s been a while…a long while, Tristan,” she answered.
“Okay, relax baby,” he said while running his fingers through her hair, raining kisses over her eyelids, mouth, and neck as he continued to talk soothingly to her, trying to get her to relax. If she didn’t relax it wouldn’t work. She had tensed up too much. He continued to sooth her with his words until she relaxed beneath him.
“Babe, you okay now? Should I stop?” She was fitting him like a glove, and he wasn’t even halfway in her. He almost came on the spot but held back. He knew he would have to move soon. “Beauty, I can’t hold back much longer. I don’t want to hurt you.”
It would damn near kill him to stop, but he would honor her wish.
“No. Just give me a minute,” she said.
“Relax. If you tighten up it will hurt more.” He kept whispering words of love to her as he sank deeper into her little by little. “That’s it, baby, relax. You okay?” he asked, slowly pushing deeper still. Finally, he was seated deep inside her, and boy did it feel good.
“I’m good, Tristan. It’s been a long time. I just needed a little time to adjust,” she said as her body relaxed fully, taking him deep within her. She felt him move a little inside of her and caught her breath.
“Good, ‘cause I have to move,” he whispered. He pulled almost all the way out of her only leaving the tip of him inside of her and pushed back in. When he did it a second time, Alisha lifted up to meet his thrust.
“That’s it baby. Stay with me,” he said driving into her to the hilt and bending down to pull one of her breast into his mouth, while simultaneously bringing his hand up to cup the other. Tristan felt his balls start to tighten when Alisha wrapped her legs around him, locking him in and taking him deeper. The growl that emanated from his mouth sounded tormented. She met him thrust for thrust. She had already come twice and it had taken all that was in him not to follow suit. Her inner walls tightened up again and he quickly let go of her breasts. He grabbed hold of her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Taking hold of her hips, he continued to power into her like a man possessed. The more he powered into her, the harder she bucked against him.
“Shit!” he whispered. He wanted to be so much a part of her body that you couldn’t tell where she began and he ended. He felt a climax ready to hit him. He was teetering on the brink of an explosive release. “Come on, Beauty come with me.”
On his command, she let out a hair-raising scream. “Yes—Yes—Yes!” she screamed as her body detonated.
They were putting everything they had into each thrust— his sweat mingled with hers. Thrusting in her once…twice…“Fuck! Fuck! Oh—hell—yeah!” he shouted as he shot streams and streams of his seed into her, sending little aftershocks through her body as she came again. He continued to pump until he felt her body relax again.
Dropping her legs but not pulling out of her, he stretched out on top of her, slipped his hands beneath her head and into her hair and kissed her —harder—faster—stronger. No words were needed—the kiss and the stirring of his member from semi-hard to fully erect in a matter of minutes said it all.
Removing his mouth from hers, he nuzzled her neck. “Damn, babe—I can’t get enough of you.” He started moving slowing inside of her—nipping at the flesh of her neck and pulling it between his teeth. Oh man, her little hot box had a choke on his cock. “Damn Beauty! Your pussy has a choke hold on my cock—so good—so good,” was his mantra as he continued to push into her.
Alisha started responding to Tristan’s movements. She brought her legs up, planted her feet flat on the bed, and opened her legs wider, causing him to sink so deep into her he probably touched her womb. His shout could’ve shattered the window panes had they not been so sturdy, “OH SHIT!” he shouted.
Alisha followed with an, “Oh Sweet Jesus!” as she sunk her feet further into the mattress and lifted up to meet each of Tristan’s thrusts. They were both out of control. He grabbed hold of her hips, not letti
ng them hit the bed again. Tristan had her airborne as he thrust harder into her. He was thrusting into her so hard that when their pelvises met he would grind his into hers, causing Alisha to groan louder.
Tristan’s balls began to tighten up as he got even closer to his climax. Alisha was meeting him thrust for thrust. They were like two wild bucks bucking against each other. When he felt her pussy squeeze him even tighter he knew she was close…real close. He bent down and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. Tristan latched onto her nipple like a hungry baby…sucking….pulling….sucking…pulling.
“Oh, Shit! Tristan, I’m coming!” she yelled out. From the sensations going through her body this was going to be a big one. It felt like he was pulling from her soul. She was giving him everything. Yet it felt like it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t get close enough to him. “Ummmm, babe—I—need—to—come,” she panted her head twisting from side to side.
He released her breast from his mouth saying, “Come on, Beauty. Give me everything. Let go. You can do it. Come, Sweetheart,” he said.
She heard the words and felt the sensations in her very being, but couldn’t let go. He had some kind of emotional hold on her. She wanted to let go but she couldn’t. “I…I ca-can’t,” she said and started sobbing softly, tears streaming down her face.
Her sobs broke his heart. Bringing one arm and placing it around her waist he reached between their bodies and massaged her clit while simultaneously pumping into her. She cried harder and her tears were coming even faster now. “Tristan!” she said through her tears.
“Yeah, Beauty, I want to give you so much pleasure. Oh yeah…give it to me. Come on,” he said while rubbing her clit. He felt her body start to tremble and knew that she was getting ready to come real hard. He manipulated her clit and stroked into her even harder. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “Beauty, I ca—can’t hold on. Come on—Come now!”
