Page 21 of Tristian (The Doherty Mafia)
I had to leave the room. I couldn’t sit that close to him, feeling his warmth and energy taking over me.
I jumped off the couch in an attempt to rush out of the room, but before I could even step away, he caught me by my wrist and pulled me down.
I gasped as I fell into his lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, while I melted into his deep green eyes.
“I don’t know. I can’t…do this…be this close to you,” I confessed. I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.
Tristian’s hands trailed up my arms until he held my face, his thumbs brushing over my lips as they hung open with desire.
“Ditto,” he replied before he kissed me.
Tristian’s mouth took over my whole body. Traveling down my lips, down my neck, to my cleavage. My breasts heaved heavily and he grabbed them with both hands, massaging and teasing my firm nipples through the top I wore.
I was so wet for him already, and I saw and felt how hard he was for me too. It was all I needed to know—some confirmation he wanted me the same way I wanted him.
He pulled my clothes off and I did the same with his. We were desperate to see each other naked. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his bare solid chest. His muscular torso. He was chiseled like a slab of marble.
My top came off, then my skirt, then my lingerie. Within seconds, he was naked too. He pulled me back down in his lap to kiss my neck and leave a wet trail down to my breasts.
I pushed into him, feeling the heat and urgency of his cock while he sucked my left nipple, then licked my right. I felt a sharp pang of desire between my legs, rolling my hips, curling my toes because I wanted to feel his cock inside me.
Tristian held on to me while I moved between his arms. I reached for his cock, stroking him gently, then stroked his balls. I felt him throbbing in my palm, growing and getting harder. I weaved my other fingers in his thick hair, breathing in the scent of him—his shampoo and cologne. I wanted to be surrounded by this smell forever, feel the rough brush of his stubble on my skin, his thick fingers pressing and fondling and feeling.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I’d keep wanting him. I took in jagged breaths of desire as I watched him take complete possession of me.
I knew I'd never given myself to a man like this before. I was always so careful, always so suspicious. I always put myself and my career first—just like Dad had taught me to.
And now—I was willing to give everything to this man who didn’t even trust me. What was wrong with me?
Tristian groaned as he slowly lifted me up. My legs were spread wide around him. His cock was up, hard and ready for me and he slid me down. I couldn’t wait to have his cock fill me up.
I took him in, inch by inch, until he was so deep inside me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and Tristian bunched up my hair around his wrist. He had his jaws clenched, and he groaned as I moved.
I rolled my hips, lifting myself up his cock, then crashing down again. I was on his lap, bouncing and riding him like a racehorse. We moved fast together, faster and faster. His cock was so big and thick inside me, I felt my wetness spreading all over him.
I rode him hard, harder than I’d ever ridden a man before, with more energy and excitement than I’d ever thought possible. What happened to me? How and why did I give myself to him like that? With complete abandon.
At that point, while his cock filled me to the brim—I didn’t even care what he thought of me. What’d happen next. All I wanted to do was to experience an orgasm with him inside me.
And I wouldn’t have to wait long for it because Tristian brought his fingers down on my clit, rubbing and stroking me almost tenderly while I bounced on him, taking him in. Deeper and deeper.
When he touched my clit like that, I knew it was game over for me. He knew exactly what to do to make me lose whatever ounce of control I had.
I cried out his name, shuddering against him, tightening my grip on him as I came. I fell on him as I reached the pinnacle, kissing his shoulders and neck while he exploded inside me too.
It was the moment I’d waited for.
I’d waited to feel him give himself to me. The way I’d given myself to him already.
We came together. Rising and falling, exhaling and inhaling ruggedly, no holds barred.
