Bad Things(75)

“Come here.”

I moved to him, which brought my face very close to his erection, and meant that his plan wasn’t all that complicated.

He fisted my hair, moving his velvety hard tip to rub along my bottom lip.

“Open,” he told me, his breath hitching when I obeyed.

He pushed the tip in, and then a little more, filling my mouth. I started to tense as he reached the back of my throat, but his hand stroked over my hair, and his voice was soothing as he instructed me. “Relax. Just breathe through your nose and relax.”

I calmed, his reassuring, confident tone all it took for me. My mouth was so full of him that, even with my mouth open wide, I still felt my teeth scraping against him as he pushed into the back of my throat.

“Careful there, sweetheart, I don’t mind a bit of pain, but easy on the teeth.”

I pulled my lips over my teeth as he pushed himself in deeper, my mind distracted by the idea of him not minding a bit of pain.

He pulled out and stroked into my mouth, and I was amazed at how much of him I could take, though he was careful not to gag me.

He didn’t let up with the dirty dialogue for a second, his voice low and gravelly with need, which I found that I loved. “Your mouth feels so good. I’m not gonna last two minutes watching those gorgeous lips on my cock. Yeah, that’s it, take it deeper. Suck, baby, that’s right, suck it hard.”

He dragged one of my hands up from the bed, gripping it hard at his thick base. “Stroke me. Hard. Jack me off into your mouth.”

He paused, panting hard, as I obeyed, gripping his thick base hard, loving the feel of the hard smooth flesh in a way I’d never thought I could.

“I won’t forget the sight of you like this, on your hands and knees, your mouth filled with my cock, for as long as I live. You’re the hottest f*cking thing on the planet, Danika.”

My name turned to a moan as he came in my mouth, warm liquid shooting down my throat.

He didn’t pull out until he’d given me every shiver inducing spasm, but the second he did, he was pushing me to my back, his mouth burrowing between my legs, his magical hands busy everywhere.

Tristan was the opposite of a selfish lover. Whatever he got, he gave back in spades.

“You’re loud,” he told me, when he’d wrung another glorious orgasm out of my system.

I tried my best to muster up a decent glare. “So are you. You talk the whole time, when your face isn’t buried in my…”

“*? You draw the line at saying *?”

“Shut up.”

“And yes, I talk the whole time. Quietly. Or at least, I’m not shouting loud enough to bring the house down.”

“Shut up,” I told him again, blushing.

He just grinned, pushing down until his bare chest was rubbing against mine. “You tired, boo? Do you need some rest?”

My eyes widened. “Don’t you?”

“Sure. Eventually…”

“What does that mean? We couldn’t possibly…not again!”

He hitched up one muscular shoulder in a shrug, circling his hips to let me feel that, unbelievably, he could.

“How?”

“I just ate you out for ten minutes. It’s hard to stay unaffected by that.”

I hooked my legs around him, grinding against him. We were skin on skin, him teasing at my entrance, and it felt amazing.

I moaned loudly as he pushed in that first perfect inch.

He pulled out just as quickly, going for another condom, having to dig through the covers to find one. I watched him roll it on like he did it every day, which he probably did, which I didn’t let myself think about.

He moved back into position, easing into me, whispering rough, dirty, sweet things to me all the while. “You feel so good. So f*cking tight. I’ll let you rest after this time, but don’t be shocked when you wake up with my dick inside of you sometime in the night.”

I gasped, my only reaction to his words, since I wasn’t coherent enough to actually speak as he rocked in and out of me, the strokes long and perfect, and so smooth, considering he stretched me with his every movement.

He pounded into me, harder and harder, not letting up, proving to me that I did like it rough, if Tristan was doing it.

“I’m coming. Are you close?” he demanded, pulling up to look at me, his face pained.

“Mmmm,” was the closest thing I had to an answer.

He reached between us, his finger finding and circling my clit with unerring accuracy. It was impressive, how familiar he was with the female body, and impossible to get upset about how he’d gotten so familiar as he rocked my world, yet again.