Black Heart (Cursed Hearts #1)(33)

“So wet….so beautiful…,” he mumbled against her skin.

He sucked harder on her neck as he slid a finger inside her. She gave an inarticulate cry as he entered her. It was loud, too loud. With his other hand, he covered her mouth. She moaned and licked his hand as he added another finger to his slow torturous assault.

Marty cried against his hand, begging him to go faster, but he stubbornly maintained his pace. It was too much for her. Every nerve in her body was on fire and this slow pace was killing her. He was going to make her come painfully if he kept it up. Unable to stand it any longer, she flexed her h*ps against his hand and, as a result, his erection.

Her skirt rode up until it was above her hips, leaving her barely covered bottom pressed intimately against him. Every thrust of her body enveloped his erection in a firm caress, a familiar caress that had pleasure and relief soaring throughout her body as she gave in and enjoyed his touch.

“That’s it, baby, keep doing that,” Tristan moaned against her neck as he rubbed himself against her in time with the thrust of his fingers. He wasn’t going to come like this. Correction, he wasn’t going to allow himself to come like this. The first time he came with her, he would be buried deep inside her body. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to enjoy it.

He could feel her body tighten around his fingers. She was close, he knew it instinctively. Using the hand covering her mouth, he moved her face to the side and covered her lips with his own. This was no first date peck or even a buildup. This was intense and carnal as they deepened the kiss the instant their lips met. Their tongues fought for dominance as Tristan quickened his thrusts.

His now free hand cupped and squeezed her breast as she came undone. “Say it!” he demanded. “I want to hear it,” he demanded harshly against her lips.

“Tristan…oh, Tristan!” she moaned into his mouth, pleasing him to no end as she rode his fingers hard, damn near breaking them off.

He pulled back from the kiss, leaving her panting against him as he ran his tongue over her neck, smiling when she shivered. He moved his mouth next to her ear.

“You might have dressed like this for him, but never forget that it was my name that you moaned as you f**ked my fingers.”

Chapter 11
Marty glared at him as she angrily fixed her skirt. Somehow he’d managed to break through her lust filled craze and brought reality crashing down on them with that one little statement. He’d just given her the most erotic experience of her life, only to stomp on it when it was over.

Holding her glare, he slowly brought the fingers that he’d just used to pleasure her to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning loudly as he did it, much to her embarrassment.

“You’re an ass**le!”

He smiled charmingly up at her from his lazy position in his chair. “Yes, but an ass**le that you want.”

She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. “It was a moment of weakness, nothing more.”

Tristan scoffed. “That moment damn near broke my fingers off.”

Heat scorched her cheeks as memories of her behavior shot through her head. She was never going to live down her behavior and, judging by the expression on his face, he had no intentions of ever letting her forget.

“Asshole,” she muttered.

He sighed as he stretched in his chair. “That’s really getting old, baby.”

“Don’t call me that!”

He shrugged. “So, what am I ordering out for tonight? Chinese food, pizza, subs?”

She eyed him warily. “Ordering out for what?”

“Supper. If we’re going to spend all night in my bed, then I’m going to need sustenance,” he said charmingly, damn him.

Startled, her mouth dropped open. “You really are arrogant, aren’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you.”

“This,” she gestured wildly between them, “was a mistake. A momentary lapse of judgment. Nothing more. I have a date tonight with a really nice guy and I intend to forget all about this and go have a nice time with him!”

Tristan scratched the top of his head in a bored fashion, ignoring everything she’d just said. “Should I just order or do you want me to wait until you come over to decide?”

She laughed. She really couldn’t help it. The man was beyond conceited. “What makes you think that I’m coming over to your house tonight? I just told you that I have a date.”

He sighed heavily as he looked up at the clock on the wall above her desk. “What time is this date of yours supposed to pick you up?”

“Why?” she asked suspiciously. “Are you planning on waiting around for him?”

He shook his head as he stood up to organize the files and place them into his briefcase. Marty’s eyes briefly dropped to his lap and sighed with relief when she didn’t see his erection straining against his pants.

“I’m heading home now, but I just wanted to have a rough idea of what time I should expect you.”

She opened her mouth and then shut it, searching for the right words. Had he always been this conceited? She didn’t remember him being this way when they were younger. She remembered that he’d always acted indifferently towards the girls throwing themselves at him. At least, she thought he had.

“I told you,” she pressed a hand to her forehead, hoping it would be enough to fight off the headache that she was sure was coming, “I’m going out with Roger tonight. If you must know he’ll be here in an hour to pick me up. Then I’ll be with him for the rest of the night.”