I walked slowly to his bus, passing the security guys that had dragged Brooke out of his bus that night on my way. Brad, the bigger guy and I were on a first-name basis. I liked him, but I was embarrassed about how much he knew about that night. If he watched those tapes, he saw me come out sobbing and stand there in the rain sobbing like an idiot. I wasn’t as bad as Tristan about my personal business, but there were some things that I just thought should stay between two people.
“Hi Elly! How are you tonight?” he asked me.
“I’m doing well, Brad. How are you?”
“I’m just fine,” he said. “Elly, can I say something that might be a little…personal?”
Shit! Not him, too! Brad was old enough to be my father. I really hoped that he wasn’t going to hit on me too.
“Um…yeah, I suppose,” I said.
“I’m sure you know this, but I just wanted to tell you that Tristan cares a lot about you. I’m guessing he’s the kind of guy who has a hard time showing it.”
I had to smile at this linebacker looking guy trying to get me to forgive Tristan. He must have been a romantic at heart. “Thanks, Brad, that means a lot.” I told him. I was getting too arrogant or maybe just paranoid or something. I was suddenly thinking that every man who spoke to me was hitting on me.
Brad smiled and wished me a good night and I headed on to Tristan’s bus. It didn’t look like there were any lights on and I thought that was weird, but I went inside anyways. It was definitely dark inside, but I could see the shadow of something, or someone, at the end of the long walkway. It was Tristan, wrapped in lights and wearing nothing else other than his guitar. The man was insane. I loved it.
“Hey,” I said with a smile.
“Hey,” he said back, grinning.
“You look…radiant,” I said.
He laughed and said, “That was terrible. Sit down.”
“What?”
“Sit down.”
I sat and then I started to open my mouth again. He shushed me and put his guitar up around his neck, exposing his entire naked body. I felt moisture rush out between my legs.
“I want to play a song for you,” he said. I smiled and nodded and he started playing the guitar; it was a really pretty tune. Then he started singing and I swear to god that my insides began to melt. He was singing a song about standing in the rain, missing his girl. He said he wanted to hold her, love her. He said that he didn’t want to lose her because he was lost without her. I could feel the hot sting of tears burning the backs of my eyes. He was singing a song he’d written for me, and it was beautiful. I couldn’t believe this was the same guy that had thrown me out of his apartment the first night after we’d had sex. In a million years I would have never thought he’d do something as romantic as writing a song for me.
When he finished singing I had tears running down my cheeks as I clapped for him. He smiled and came over towards me. He leaned the guitar up against the chair and I stood up. I put my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He hugged me back and just held me for a few minutes. I finally felt like everything was going to be okay.
“Thank you,” I told him. “That was beautiful.”
He smiled and said, “Thank you for the inspiration.”
I laughed then and said, “I exude inspiration.”
“You’re being facetious,” he said.
“Facetious?”
“Yeah, you know…kind of sarcastic….”
“I know what it means. It just doesn’t sound like a Tristan word.”
He looked hurt and said, “I’m not stupid, you know.”
“Oh no, I don’t think you’re stupid. You just usually don’t….shit! I’m sorry.”
He grinned and said, “Shh, I was kidding. You’re right. I probably read it on word of the day toilet paper or something.”
I hugged him again and then he led me over to the couch to sit. There, sitting next to him, I finally said, “I’m so sorry that I didn’t believe you about Brooke. I feel so bad.”
“You watched the tapes?”
“Yeah, and then I went over and kind of…I punched Brooke in the face and I may have pulled out a few of her extensions.”
“Damn it!” he said. I thought he was mad at me for attacking Brooke.
“Are you mad?”
“Hell yes! I’m mad I wasn’t there to see it. There’s nothing hotter than a girl fight.” I pushed him in the chest and he laughed. “Did she fight back?”
“She tried to, but I got ahold of her fake hair and threatened to twist it off her head.”
“Damn! I’m scared of you. I have to get those tapes!” I laughed and elbowed him again. He was looking at me funny then and I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he said, “So what have you thought of the last couple of shows?”
“I think they went okay,” I told him casually while trying to suppress a grin.
“Okay? Really? Guns and Roses, Jason Aldean…”
I couldn’t do it. I laughed and said, “I was kidding. You were amazing. You’re so damned talented.”
He leaned in then and kissed me. “Thank you,” he whispered against my lips. I feel the same way about you.”
He kissed me again, this time it was deeper and filled with passion. His cock kept brushing up against my arm as we talked and I was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about him being naked right next to me. I wanted to touch him, but I was curious to see where this was all going. I finally processed what he’d just said then and I said,
“You feel the same? I have no talent.”
Smiling he said, “You’ve got many talents. But I meant that you’re amazing, too.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said. He laughed again and then he reached over and took the top button of my shirt between his fingers. He started unbuttoning it and he leaned over while his fingers moved down to the next one and kissed my lips. He kissed my neck while he unbuttoned the next two. I was sitting there with my shirt wide open and my black lace bra showing when I looked up and saw the camera’s and remembered.
“Tristan, what about the cameras?”
He looked up at the one pointed down on us and flipped it off. “I know you can’t hear me,” he said to it, “So here’s some sign language for you controlling bastards.” He flipped it the bird again. Then he turned back to me and said, “I don’t give a fuck if they watch if you don’t. They’ll just be jealous of me.” He grinned and slipped his hands behind my back underneath the shirt. I felt him take hold of the bra clasp. He pulled his head back and looked at my face. He was making sure I wasn’t really worried about the cameras. At that point, I would have fucked him in front of a live audience. My mouth was too dry to speak then so I smiled and shrugged. He took that as a yes. He unhooked my bra and let my breasts spill out. Then he completely removed the shirt and the bra and tossed them over onto the chair.
“Stand up,” he said. I stood in front of him and he kissed me softly all across my belly. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and hooking his thumbs in them he pulled them down to my feet. He left them there and leaned forward to rub his face across my black satin panties before pulling them down to my feet as well. I stepped out of them both as he stood up and took my hand. He’d never undressed me like that before. It was sensual and erotic instead of hurried and frantic. It may well have been Tristan at his most romantic and I loved it. He led me down the walkway to the bed. He laid me down on it and lay down next to me. I could have been wrong, maybe just caught up in the song and the romance of that, but something seemed different in his eyes…I liked it.
Chapter Twelve
Tristan
I just lay there looking at her face for a long time. I wondered sometimes what she’d done to me. How does one woman change the way you think and feel…the way you’ve thought and felt for your entire life? I didn’t want a girlfriend. I didn’t want anyone telling me what I should do or not do, or how I should feel. The only example of a relationship I’d e
ver really had was my parents. They fucked each other up bad and I had it in my head that if I ever got into one, that’s what would happen to me. Elly changed those ideas in my head. Since I met her, it had been just the opposite of all that. I was so broken, so fucked up, and finally I was…almost happy.
I leaned down and brushed my lips along hers. She had sexy lips’ they looked good and felt good and tasted good. I kissed her face then, first up one side and down the other. Finally, I kissed her hard and then I scooped her up so she was in my arms and her body was crushed up against mine. She parted her lips and let me slide my tongue into her wet, willing mouth. We kissed for a really long time, until we were both out of breath, then taking her by surprise, I broke the kiss and sat up, flipping her so she was facing away from me. I covered her nipples with the palms of my hands and began rubbing firmly against her rock hard nipples. She leaned that sweet, sexy body back into me and moaned. I rubbed my face in her hair. I loved her hair. It was so soft and it always smelled so fucking good. I slid my lips down then and sucked and licked around the outside of her ear and then down to her neck. I licked and sucked there for a while, feeling her shiver against me as I bit down on the sensitive part of her neck. I sucked it in hard, knowing I was going to leave a mark. She wasn’t complaining and I could even feel the goose bumps rising on her arms. While I sucked on her neck, she lifted her sweet ass up and sat it down on my hard cock. She slowly began moving her hips, rubbing herself against me. It was my turn to moan, it felt so fucking good.
I kept kissing her neck and she squirmed in my lap; I twisted and pulled on her nipples. She was groaning loud and I could feel the sticky wetness all over my cock and the tops of my thighs from her pussy. I wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. I was so fucking turned on I was afraid that I’d cum as soon as I slipped inside of her. Instead, I slid my hand down her back and across her ass and took my throbbing cock in my own hand. I slid the other hand down across her nipples and her belly and ended with it between her legs. My fingers found her swollen clit and I played with it while stroking my cock up against her ass. She was mewling now and her whole body was shaking. I fucking loved having that kind of effect on her.
I stroked myself against her soft skin, and twisted and pulled and stroked her clit. I slipped a finger inside of her and I finger-fucked her for a while until we were both about to explode. I could feel my balls swelling and stretching and she was on the verge of screaming. I stopped and turned her back around to face me. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she sucked on it and licked my lips, then she sucked the bottom one into her mouth. Meanwhile, I had my hands on her ass, kneading and massaging it, running my finger up and down along the crack that was saturated with her wetness. She was rubbing her pussy against my leg, faster and faster….still sucking on my tongue. My cock felt like it was going to rip open it was so fucking hard. I twisted around so that my legs were off the side of the bed and I put my hands on her shoulders. I barely applied any pressure, but she knew exactly what I wanted. She slid down me, easily against the lubricant of the sweat we’d already built up and she landed on her knees on the floor between my legs. Reaching up and sliding her hands underneath my ass, she opened her mouth and tried to suck my cock into it.
I still had it in my hand. I wanted to tease her with it a bit. I traced her lips with it and let it bounce up and down against the tongue she’d stuck out, trying to capture it. She finally caught it and in one big suck she engulfed me and took it all the way to the back of her throat. While she did that, her hands were moving underneath me and she was groping and massaging my ass, every so often one of her hands would rub against my balls and just about send me through the roof.
I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her hair. I tugged on it just enough to guide her head up and down. I watched the shaft of my cock slide in and out of her mouth, disappearing and the reappearing as if by magic while she made it feel so fucking good I wanted to scream. She was running her tongue along the underside of it, scraping gently with her teeth. It didn’t hurt, it enticed and I had to tell her how good it felt,
“Oh yes! Oh fuck, Elly! Fuck yeah baby!”
I was moving my hips in time with her mouth, thrusting them forward and pulling my cock in and out in a steady rhythm. Each time I pulled out, she would swirl her tongue along the head and my whole fucking body would quiver. Then, she would suck me back in, deeper each time it felt like, and she would suck and lick with a passion. She was getting so into it and it felt so fucking good that I didn’t want her to stop…but I wanted to touch her. I knew that she had to be aching between her legs. I slid my foot up along the soft, smooth inner part of her leg and found her pussy. She cried out when she felt the pressure of it between her legs and I felt the warmth of her wetness against me as she began moving her hips up and down while she kept sucking me, rubbing herself against my foot and riding it. She was pressing down against it so hard that I could actually feel her swollen clit against me as she moved back and forth.
I was fucking her mouth like it was a pussy now and getting off not only on how good it felt, but on the sounds it was making as it went in and out. They were wet, sucking sounds and every fucking time she wrapped that gorgeous tongue around the head of it my whole body shook. She was moving fast against me, groaning loudly against my cock. I loved the way that felt too, the vibrations of her voice against my skin.
I knew she was getting ready to come. I pulled my hips back, popping my cock out from between her lips. I took it back in my hand and ran it across her still parted lips, pulling it back each time she tried to take it back inside.
“You want it, Elly?”
“Yes,” she said, in a sexy, breathless voice.
“Tell me you want it baby.”
“I want your cock, Tristan. Please give it back.”
I grinned at her and then slid it back in between her lips. I was moving my hips quicker now, frantically, hitting the back of her throat with each stroke in. My own breaths were getting more ragged and my hands gripped her hair tighter. She was still riding my foot and her juices had saturated both me and the insides of her thighs. I felt more than heard her moan when she came. She still had my cock in her mouth and I felt the vibrations of her voice at the back of her throat. Then I felt her spasm against my foot and her whole body began to shake. I let go of her hair slowly and slid my cock out of her mouth. I was panting, trying to get my breathing under control. I knew I was on the verge of a massive fucking orgasm. My self-control was the only thing stopping me.
I stood up over her while she still knelt down on the floor looking up at me. I reached down and ran my fingers along the side of her face. She closed her eyes as I touched her and she looked like she was savoring it. I reached down and put my hands underneath her arms and lifted her up off the floor. She stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, once again plunging her tongue in and out of my mouth and moving it around like she was searching for something.
As we kissed, I turned her around and laid her back in the middle of the bed. I broke the kiss and slid her arms off my shoulders. I stood there above her and took one long look. She shivered like my eyes were touching her. I took hold of one of her wrists and raised her arm up over her head, and then I knelt on the bed and reached across her. Using a bandana that was on the nightstand, I wrapped it around her wrist, once, twice…I was looking at her face, waiting for her to object. Instead, she smiled at me and raised up the other arm, laying it across the one wrapped with the bandana.
I was shocked but happy. I grinned and then wrapped that wrist too. When I finished wrapping them, I put the loose ends into her open palms and closed her hands around them. It was like virtual bondage. She could let go any time that she wanted to. It turned me the fuck on though how she clamped down on it tightly and lifted her hips up. I could tell that it was turning her on as much as it was me.
While she lay there like that, I moved my mouth down to her nipples. I covered one with my mouth and sucked it i
n hard and fast. While it was in my mouth, I flicked back and forth across it with my tongue. She started to moan and writhe all over the bed. While I sucked that one, I twisted the other nipple with my fingers. When I changed nipples and started to devour the other one, I slipped my hand down between her legs and started massaging her clit. She was so wet and hot and ready to be fucked. She ground her hips into my hand and while I continued to feast on her nipples, I pressed two fingers up into her pussy. She cried out loudly and I felt the muscles in her pussy quiver and clamp down on my fingers.
I moved my fingers in, and out of her and while I did that, I grazed her nipple with the edge of my teeth. I reached up with my free hand to caress her swollen lips and when she felt my fingers there, she sucked them into her mouth. She started licking and sucking on them the way she had my cock a while ago. It was fucking hot and I slid a third finger inside of her. She felt it and started bucking her hips up and down and thrashing around on the bed wildly as I finger-fucked her.
“Oh, Tristan! Oh fuck!”
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