by Helena Ray
“Don’t do that.” Tristan’s voice was strained. “I wanna see every inch of you.”
He returned his mouth to hers, stoking the embers of her desire with his talented tongue. His hands ventured downward to the button of her jeans. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation of what was to come. Even though she knew this would happen eventually, Alexis had never really visualized herself under such a handsome stranger, and all of it was overwhelming her senses. She reluctantly broke their kiss.
“Tristan, Tristan, please.”
“What, baby?”
Alexis looked up into his blue eyes and saw her own desire reflected there. “I need more, and I need it now.”
Tristan started to move his hand then stopped it, the effort plain on his face. “You sure about this?”
In a move that startled her, her hand went to his and pushed it against the crotch of her pants. Her hips bucked at the sensation, her desire ripping all voluntary control away from her. Alexis’s bodily assent appeared to wipe away any fear from Tristan’s mind. His movements became more forceful as he rubbed between Alexis’s legs. She humped his hand, thankful for the sensation against her attention-starved clit.
He stood up, and Alexis heard the sound of fabric ripping as he tore off his T-shirt. His massive body was suddenly on top of hers, and his erection pressed against her throbbing clit, the core of her desire. His kisses were desperate, a passionate mess of teeth and tongue. Alexis moaned as he forced a hand down the front of her jeans and pushed a finger against the wet folds of her pussy.
“You like that, baby? Because there’s much more where that came from.” She could only whimper in response, rational thought slipping away. He continued rubbing her, his finger occasionally rubbing over her clit and eliciting strangled cries, as he removed his own pants. He pushed himself onto his knees, revealing his cock to Alexis for the first time.
She couldn’t tear her focus from the impressive sight of his thick, hard cock. It twitched under her sight, and she thought she had never seen anything more erotic in her life. It was thick, and just the idea of wrapping her hand around it sent shivers racing over Alexis’s body. Even with her long fingers, she doubted she could fully encompass his girth.
Her study was interrupted by Tristan’s hands at the waistband of her jeans. She saw him focusing on the spot between her legs like a predator about to taste his sweetest prey. In an instant, her jeans and panties were off, leaving her entirely naked to Tristan. He stood, quickly shucking his pants, then returned to his position hovering over Alexis.
His cock bumped against the slick opening between her legs, and she flinched at the impact. While kissing her neck, Tristan returned his hand to her soaked pussy. He pushed his middle finger through her folds and teased her entrance. She thrust her hips forward, taking his finger into her virgin cunt.
She gasped as the first thing besides her own fingers penetrated her. The sensation was more than she could handle, and with only a few more thrusts of her hips, a blissful oblivion opened and swallowed Alexis. She moaned loudly, pushing against Tristan, riding out her orgasm as he finger-fucked her.
“I’m gonna have to see you come again,” he whispered in her ear as she slowly recovered from her flight of ecstasy. She twisted underneath his hand, suddenly overly sensitive, and gasped when he withdrew his hand and grazed her clit on his way out.
“You’re gonna need a moment, aren’t you, honey?”
Alexis could only nod, completely breathless from what she had just experienced. Suddenly, she saw what all the fuss about this “sex” thing was, and she hadn’t even really had sex. Looking up at Tristan lying naked on top of her, her pussy squeezed, coming back to life after his blissful assault.
If this was a night of firsts, Alexis decided she might as well try something else. One of her hands wiggled down her body to where Tristan’s cock still bumped against her wet opening. Carefully, she moved her fingers to hold Tristan’s cockhead gently in a circle. His breath hitched, and Alexis decided to continue. Her hand closed around the head and pumped lightly. He thrust into her hand, giving her encouragement to continue. She slid her fist down his shaft, and its hardness sent a shiver racing through her body. It felt like satin wrapped around a hot steel rod. She squeezed a little harder and pulled her fist back. Tristan let out a deep-throated moan, emboldening Alexis for her next move.
She released his cock and put one hand on his chest, pushing him backward into a sitting position. Although he looked confused, he followed her lead. After holding his gaze for a long moment, Alexis repositioned herself over Tristan’s cock, which stood at full attention. Her mouth opened, and her tongue darted out, eager to taste cock for the first time. She brushed her lips against the head then took it into her mouth. The taste surprised her, a slight salty flavor with a slightly sweet aftertaste. His cock was so wide, and she worried about whether or not she could fit all of it inside her mouth. She decided to try, opening as wide as she could and lowering her mouth over his throbbing erection.
“Hey.” The word from Tristan halted her, and he touched her shoulder and pulled her off his cock. “You do that, and I’ll be done in a few minutes.” His body pressed forward, returning Alexis to her back. “Tonight is about you, gorgeous. I want this to be good for you.”
A kiss sealed his words, and his hands returned to her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her nipples into little pebbles. He broke the kiss to move his mouth downward and close around one of the sensitive peaks. The wet heat of his mouth on her breast made Alexis’s hips fly upward, startled by the jolt of excitement straight to her pussy.
“What…was that?” she said between breaths.
Tristan responded by sucking the little bud into his mouth and running his tongue over it. The sharpness of the sensation caused Alexis to let out a small scream before she stopped herself. Tristan lifted her head and smiled at her.
“Don’t you worry. Nobody in the Lasso can hear.” He moved his mouth to her other breast and suckled at the nipple. His piercing blue gaze found Alexis’s eyes again. “And I want to hear you scream how much you like this.” His teeth closed over a nipple and pressed, causing Alexis to shriek in shocked pleasure. “Apparently, quite a bit.”
“I do enjoy it.” Her voice was only a breathy whisper. No woman could manage coherent speech under this man’s ministrations, Alexis decided.
His mouth ventured downward, and Alexis’s whole lower body tensed, completely prepared for another voyage into the land of supreme pleasure that Tristan had taken her to only moments earlier. He made his descent slowly, stopping to kiss, bite, and lick small areas of her flesh. His excruciating pace only made Alexis want him all the more. His tongue dragged over her belly button, and a sharp zing went straight to her clit. A whimper escaped from her lips, an attempt to coax him into hurrying up.
He lifted his mouth from her flesh, and two hands settled on either thigh and pushed them apart. The air against her pussy and the feeling of being totally exposed had Alexis’s pussy convulsing and sending out a fresh wave of cream. She looked into his face and saw open admiration there.
“You’re beautiful.” He massaged her thighs as he gazed at her open pussy. Slowly, he moved forward, and his tongue darted out to lick along the seam of her wet outer lips. It sent a cold chill through Alexis as the air-conditioning blew across her now completely drenched pussy. He parted the lips with two fingers and returned his face to her wet entrance. He flicked out and tapped against her engorged clit, drawing another scream out of her. He began licking and sucking her in earnest, his mouth devouring her cunt as if it were a delicious, decadent dessert. Alexis had no idea that this sensation was even possible, and she pushed her pelvis closer to his face, never wanting this moment to end but needing a release for her tension at the same time.
His tongue darted into her, and Tristan lapped the fresh cream she spilled. She felt her climax building inside of her and began rhythmically thrusting her hips against his face. He removed his ha
nds, replacing them with two fingers. The pressure inside was just what Alexis needed. She felt her hips take on a life of their own, gyrating against Tristan furiously. He pumped his fingers in and out of her and bowed his head to tongue at her clit.
The wet heat of his mouth on her clit was all it took to propel Alexis into a frenzied joyride of ecstasy that had her moaning and writhing under Tristan’s hands and mouth. Finally, she came down, only to find Tristan pumping his erection with one of his callused hands. The head was purple and swollen, and droplets of pre-cum rolled down its surface. He shifted his weight so that he hovered over Alexis and looked at her, pinning her with the intensity of his stare. His eyes snapped shut, and steamy jets of liquid landed on her stomach and breasts, searing her skin where they landed.
Tristan collapsed at her side and pulled her to his muscular chest. The warmth of his body added to her feeling of contentment. He had just changed her. She was still a virgin, true, but now she had felt a cock in her hand and a mouth on her pussy. That had to count for something.
Tristan pulled himself to his feet. He grabbed his T-shirt then returned to Alexis. He ran it gently over her stomach, collecting the evidence of their romp. As he soaked up his cum in the shirt, he looked down at Alexis and bent to kiss her gently on the lips.
He finished his task and rose. Much to Alexis’s disappointment, he flung her clothes to her in a wrinkled pile. Part of her had wanted to stay the night, to see what else he could offer. The rational part of her brain chimed in and reminded her that this was just a guy she’d met in a bar on a road trip. Certainly a story she would tell many times to her girlfriends, but not a great romance. She dressed quickly and made her way toward the door, hoping to slip out in time to make some time on the road and maybe make it to the New Mexico border by sunrise.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
She turned to see Tristan standing with his shoulder against the doorjamb leading to a small kitchen, attired only in an unbuttoned pair of jeans. He moved toward her and drew her into his arm. For a moment they didn’t move. Tristan just gazed down at her, allowing her ample time to take in the beauty of his face before he brushed a soft kiss across her lips. He landed a kiss on her neck, and Alexis felt herself melt against him. Who was she kidding? She didn’t want to leave.
“So how long did you say you’re staying in Male Order?”
“I didn’t. I’m not sure if…”
Tristan released her and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the coffee table. He scrawled an address on it and handed it to Alexis.
“Go here. Tell ’em Tristan sent you, and I promise you’ll get at least one free night.” She looked warily at the piece of paper, wondering if this was one of those scenarios women’s defense courses warned about. “They rent out rooms in downtown Male Order,” Tristan said, as if sensing her unease. “I promise they’re legit.” His smile blinded her, and she made up her mind. She’d already screwed all the rules tonight by going home with a rough-looking cowboy she didn’t know. She might as well go check out his reference. It’s probably some sketchy motel, she thought grimly to herself.
“Okay, I’ll check it out. But if I get killed—”
Tristan’s hearty laugh cut her off. “I promise you, gorgeous. You ain’t gettin’ killed in this place.”
She eyed him suspiciously then deposited the paper in her back pocket.
“Well, then, I guess this is—”
“You’ll be back at the Lasso tomorrow night, yes?” Alexis hesitated before answering, and Tristan continued his pitch. “It’s Friday night, and everyone in town will be there. I promise I’ll introduce you to some characters that’ll blow your mind.”
He wanted to see her again! Alexis’s heart started racing, and she knew a stupid, giddy look must have been plastered across her face. “I’ll be there.”
Tristan pulled her into his embrace for another kiss, this one deliberate and concise. “I can’t hardly wait to see you again, Alexis.”
“You, too.”
She turned and walked straight into the closed door. Keeping her head down in embarrassment, she turned the knob and let herself out. Cars still occupied the dusty parking lot, including Alexis’s Jeep. She danced gleefully toward it, pulling a few chaînés turns as she neared her car. She opened the door and fell backward onto the driver’s side seat, heaving a deep sigh of contentment at the preceding events.
Now, to that sketchy locale. She started the car and continued her adventure, uncertain of what lay ahead, but bursting with excitement and anticipation anyway.
Chapter 2
Jeremiah strode into his office, slamming his briefcase on the desk. It flew open, and papers scattered across the cool marble floor. Jeremiah stooped to the ground to retrieve the documents but stopped to rub his temple. Ever since this whole business with the lawsuit began, he’d had an excruciating headache. Burke Pierce was infamous for their safety checks to the point where the triple and quadruple checks would lead to a profit loss. Jeremiah and Tristan’s parents firmly believed in keeping their employees happy, healthy, and safe. That’s why Jeremiah was still so perplexed over how the blast preventer blew on the rig and nearly killed one of his men. It just didn’t add up.
“Nice, real professional. That’s certainly the kind of thing that’s going to win us the case.”
Tristan. Of course.
“Yes, come on in, Burke. I’m not busy at all.”
“Aw, come on. Is that any way to greet your best buddy?”
Feigning exasperation, Jeremiah rose to his full height, slightly taller than Tristan, and sighed. When he thought he had caught Tristan off guard, he punched him in the shoulder with a bit more force than would be comfortable.
“You fucker, that hurt!” Tristan came back with a playful left hook aimed at his face, but Jeremiah ducked and missed the blow.
“Reflexes, man, reflexes.” He smirked as he grabbed one of Tristan’s hands and pulled him into a quick brotherly hug. “Thanks for coming out. You’re our only hope in the testimony.”
Jeremiah nodded toward a pair of modernist leather armchairs facing the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Male Order and finished picking up the papers.
He pulled a bottle of Dalmore 62 Scotch and two tumblers from his desk and joined Tristan in the armchairs.
They discussed the details of the case as they had many times before, coming to no new conclusion about the cause of the accident. Both were entirely frustrated with the whole situation.
“You coming back to the Lasso anytime soon?” Tristan asked as he poured himself a second Scotch. “Don’t worry. I left Jan and Win in charge for the day. We’re running a tight ship, but people are starting to ask questions.” Jeremiah looked out the window, not wanting to look Tristan in the eye. “This double life act that you put on with everyone else is getting old, not to mention it’s stupid in the first place. Why are you so invested in keeping it up?”
“It’s so refreshing to be known away from my family for once, to be my own man.”
“You’re the one who keeps telling me that the billionaires in Male Order aren’t like all the others, yet you still play-act like a two-year-old. It doesn’t make sense, Jer.”
Jeremiah knew there was at least a grain of truth in Tristan’s words, but now was not the time for self-exploration. That could come later.
“I’m not the only one with a double life.”
“I don’t have a double life. I just chose to stay out on the rig. I love it there, and I always have. I’m still honest about where I come from.”
“Oh, so you think I should leave Male Order and play roughneck on the rig while I wine and dine on the family money? That working out real well for you, Tristan?”
He grinned back at Jeremiah. “Hell yeah, it is. Well, except for the whole no-pussy thing. God, it’s rough out there…” Tristan trailed off, and Jeremiah studied his expression. He seemed to be holding something back.
“What aren’t you
telling me? You hiding a sweet pussy in Houston out by the rigs?”
“No, man. But I gotta tell you, there’s some sweet tail hanging ’round the Lasso right now.”
“No.” Jeremiah was firm. His was not that sort of establishment. He wouldn’t have the stereotypical Male Order gold diggers infiltrating his dance hall, not to mention types like Tristan hanging around looking for girls to corrupt. There were plenty of establishments in SoMale, the younger section of Male Order filled with hopeful young women from Dallas with ulterior motives, that catered to such a clientele. He operated a friendly, down-home sort of operation. That’s why he wanted it completely separate from his professional life.
“But this girl’s not on the prowl, man, I swear.”
“That’s what they all say.”
“Not her. She’s a sweet country girl from Kansas. She didn’t know a lick about what goes on in Male Order.”
Jeremiah stopped to think a moment. Several women would stoop to putting on an act of corn-fed innocence, but Tristan was no fool. He had a very low tolerance for bullshit.
“Fine.” Jeremiah sighed in defeat, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake he would regret for a very long time. Tristan was unbearable when he had a broken heart.
“Really? You mean it?” Tristan brightened instantly at Jeremiah’s response. “Thanks, man. I knew you’d have my ass if I picked up women at the Lasso without asking you.” Tristan paused, clearly in contemplation again. “But Jer?”
“Just spit it out.”
“This isn’t just some girl I picked up in a bar.”
“Yes, very good. You sounded actually sincere there,” Jeremiah mocked. “I think she’ll actually believe you.”
“No, man, I mean it.” The intensity in Tristan’s expression meant business. “She’s something special.” He paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “You know what we talked about last year when you were out visiting on the rig?”
Tristan’s words hung in the air between them. Jeremiah certainly did remember. He had told Tristan that he wanted to try a ménage relationship after seeing how well they worked in Male Order, and he wanted Tristan in on it, too.
