Page 8 of Tristian (The Doherty Mafia)
I loved the taste of him. Beer and mint ice cream. I lost myself in him. This was a chance for me to forget about every horrible thing that had happened to me in the past few months. This was my chance to leave it all behind…even if temporarily.
Now that I was smack in the middle of leading a life full of danger, why shouldn’t I have kissed Tristian Doherty? What else did I have to lose?
Most importantly, he made me feel good and after everything I’d been through, that was exactly how I wanted to feel.
When he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up, I gasped with surprise. Our mouths were pulled apart. He was so strong, he made me feel so delicate and precious in his hands. He plonked me straight back down on his lap.
“You’re fuckin’ hot,” he groaned, pushing his hand under my top. His large warm fingers on my skin were like fire. I rolled my hips, pushing myself down on his thighs, rubbing up against him.
I wanted him to do more things. Everything he could to keep making me feel like this.
His hands found my breasts. My nipples were taut and sensitive to his touch and he squeezed them deliciously, then pulled my top off.
I didn’t feel the cold air on my bare skin. My bra was still in the way and Tristian reached for my breasts again, kneading and caressing tenderly at first before he got rougher, tugging my nipples out of the bra. I rolled my hips wilder. I wanted to feel him inside me. Just as big and strong as his hands.
All he did was play with my breasts and I bounced on his lap, pretending to ride his cock even though he was still safely tucked away inside his pants.
When he pulled my left breast to his mouth and sucked hard on my nipple, I gasped for air. I was sure I’d explode if he didn’t give me more. I wanted more.
“Fuck me, please,” I groaned in a whisper and he took his mouth away from my breast. He almost looked angry. Who was he angry with? Me? Himself?
“I haven’t decided if I’m going to fuck you or not,” he replied.
I stopped rolling my hips because I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck me?
My nostrils flared. I was naked from the waist up, so I had to do everything to push my chin up. Tristian clenched his jaws tightly, I saw them move on his face.
I pulled away from him, grabbed my top off the couch and stood up.
“I didn’t say you could put your clothes back on,” he growled.
“And you want me to just sit around naked for your pleasure while you make your decision?”
I rolled my eyes, slipping my top on.
Tristian stood up and lunged at me at lightning speed. Before I even knew what he was about to do.
“You need my protection, remember? You need me,” he groaned in my ear as he pushed a hand down my jeans. I felt his fingers on my swollen clit, flicking my damp pussy. I still wanted him inside me. I still wanted this—that part hadn’t changed, even though I tried to be proud about it.
“Yes, I do. But this has nothing to do with your protection,” I whispered heavily, still battling to keep a hold of myself. Although I was quickly losing that battle because he had thrust two fingers inside me while his thumb stroked my clit slowly and rhythmically.
“It means I get to do this to you if I want. Watch you come for me, beg me to fuck you,” he continued. His mouth pressed into my ear.
The harder he pumped his fingers into me, the closer I was to fulfilling his wish of coming.
“I don’t have to do anything you say,” I snarled. My voice was shaky, just as my body. He held me tightly with one arm while his other fingers drilled into me. His thumb had complete control of my clit, and I hummed and purred, my toes curled.
“I’m not saying it, Elsie.”
His voice was like a soothing balm on a burn. I came explosively, exploding right there on his fingers. My thick cream was like a film on his fingers and he continued to pump into me, slower now. His thumb still stroked me, even slower now. He stared at my face while I came, shuddering and moaning with delight.
And just like that, as soon as he was sure I was done coming for him, he released his grip on me.
I was still in such a daze that I almost fell backwards. He caught me by my hips and pulled me back to him. My shoulders heaved. I was out of breath. Almost embarrassed he’d gotten exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it.
