The VIP Room(60)

I was only too happy to comply. My hands immediately reached for his black leather belt and when I got that undone, I unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them away and onto the floor. I didn’t bother asking this time around whether he wanted them hung up. I didn’t care anymore. I just needed him. Now.

Tristan got his shirt off in record time and I was greeted with the sight of his bronzed chest and, with a glance down, the impressive bulge of his erection. He forced me to sit on the edge of the bed and I watched as he slipped his fingers inside his briefs and pulled them down, his perfect cock springing free.

Last time, I hadn’t gotten a good look of him since he kept his slacks on and he’d entered me from behind in those first moments. But now…my mouth watered. He was utterly perfect. Thick and long. The tip of his cock was an angry red and the arousing sight made my * throb, a dull ache that was begging to be attended to.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted to take his perfect cock in my mouth and suckle on him until he lost control. What would it be like driving such a powerful and in control man to the very edge of ecstasy and madness? One day I would, I promised myself.

Before I could try, however, Tristan dropped to his knees on my carpeted floor and pressed close. He grasped my ankles and forced me to spread my legs wide, before he draped them over his broad, warm shoulders.

“What are you thinking right now?” I couldn’t help but ask when I saw a look of intensity on his features. The feeling of him literally between my thighs was incredible. I could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest.

Tristan reached forward and tugged the cups of my bra down so he could expose my breasts. The position of the bra pushed them up even more, as if they were begging for his kiss, his touch.

“I’m thinking about eating your * until you come all over my tongue,” he whispered, green eyes ablaze with lust. “I’m thinking about doing this,” he said, before bringing his mouth to my breasts, sucking one nipple deep.

“Oh yes,” I whispered, my head falling back from the pleasure of it all. His stubble scraped the sensitive flesh of my breast, but it only helped to increase the sensation.

He nipped at my nipple, just a light bite that made me yelp and moan all at once. He grinned and switched sides. He tortured me for a little while until I was tugging at his hair, convinced I was about to go mad if he continued any longer.

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?” he asked me, his voice rough and deliciously husky. “You want me to lick your *? Want me to suck your sweet clit until you come?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”

“Ask me then. Beg me to do it,” he murmured, his eyes taking me in, from my flushed and rosy nipples to the way I was biting my lip.

“Lick my *, Tristan,” I whispered, only slightly embarrassed by the dirty words. My past boyfriends had never been real talkers in bed, so this was new for me. “Please suck on my clit.”

Tristan’s eyes flashed and he groaned. I looked down between our bodies and saw his cock jump in excitement, pre-cum already wetting the tip.

He leaned up and captured my lips in a brutal kiss. “I love your filthy mouth, sweetheart,” he growled.

And then he was peeling off my panties, kissing my inner thigh as he teased them oh so slowly down my legs. It was maddening and I grasped at his hair, bringing him closer to where I wanted his kiss.

His tongue lapped at me once, then twice, then three times, until I was moaning helplessly.

“Oh God,” I whispered, eyelids shutting. He kept at it, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it this way and that until I was rotating my hips for more.

Tristan groaned. “Mmm, so sweet. Do you want more?” I could feel his hot breath drifting over my *, wet and aching.

“Yes. God, yes.”

I felt his finger slide between my lips, exploring me. Another digit soon joined it and he curled his fingers inside me expertly, finding a spot that drove me mad.

Oh my God. Amazing.

My head thrashed as pleasure reverberated to every nerve ending of my body. I was on the verge of coming already. I felt it build; every stroke of his finger and his tongue was heaven, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“No,” I breathed, trying to push him away. I gasped as he suckled on my clit, drawing the small bud between his lips. “Tristan, stop,” I huffed. “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed, drawing his head away from between my thighs, a dark grin on his features that made him seem even more gorgeous than usual. “Is that a bad thing?”

He liked dirty talk. So I gave it to him. “No, but I want to come on your cock.”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes darkening.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

Tristan moved immediately. Rising from the carpet, his cock an even angrier red, he pushed me back so I was lying up near the headboard. Then, after retrieving a condom from his wallet, he crawled over me. His cock brushed my stomach as he sheathed himself, and I smoothed my hands over his strong chest, his back, his thighs as I waited. I just needed to touch him, anywhere I could. This god of a man was in my bed, about to give me another round of amazing sex. At this moment, I didn’t care about anything else. I didn’t care that he was now a client of mine. I didn’t care that we’d gotten off to a rocky start. All I cared about was getting him inside me, feeling him close to me.