“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.
“See, you didn’t even have to take your clothes off,” he said.
He said he was going to take a shower and then disappeared for fifteen minutes.
I was still in shock from what happened between us.
It had all been a fantasy up until now. I knew I wanted Tristian. It was a physical desire that I experienced the moment I saw him. It was undeniable; he was too hot for my own good.
But I thought he hated me. I thought he didn’t believe a word I told him about my story and relationship with Aldo. I thought I wasn’t anything more than a burden to him because his brother tasked him with watching over me and keeping me out of trouble.
I definitely didn’t expect him to kiss me first.
I eyed the front door while sitting on the couch, at a loss for what to do.
Maybe this was my opportunity to leave. I was allowed to change my mind, right? The Dohertys technically weren’t holding me prisoner. I had surrendered myself to them on my own terms.
Could I really run the risk of trusting them with my safety?
What if they were just like Aldo Baron? What if I was a prisoner here too?
I couldn’t decide fast enough. There wasn’t enough time.
Tristian appeared again with his hair damp from the shower. He’d changed into different clothes and was freshly shaven. I got a whiff of his strong cologne and I nearly swooned.
As suspicious as we were of each other, I’d never forget the way he made me feel. How much control he had over my body. How did he know how to touch me?
“You’re free to have a shower if you want. I can arrange some change of clothes for you eventually. I’ll speak to my sisters-in-law,” he said.
“Thank you.”
I followed him with my
