Crash Into Me(113)

Even more, I could say that Tristan had. As he socialized with the guests, I heard the same whispers over and over. Women and men leaned over to those people next to them and quietly noted, "I've never seen Tristan Stone smile like that." And that was followed by the words, "Is that an engagement ring on her finger?"

That he'd smiled because I was on his arm meant the world to me. I may not have been from his social circle, but I'd been able to make him happy. Me. No one asked if I was his fiancée, but it didn't matter. It was enough to know that for the first time, his picture on Page Six would be of the man I knew with me by his side.




By the time we sat down in the back of the car, I was so wound up I wouldn't have been able to sleep even if I had to. I felt like a girl after her first school dance who wanted to talk about everyone she'd seen and everything she'd done. As I chattered on about dresses and drinks and the best tasting hors d'oeuvres, Tristan merely sat back against the leather seats and listened. We were out of the city by the time I'd realized I'd done nothing but talk for miles.

Shifting in my seat, I played with the end of his undone tie. "I'm sorry. I've been so busy talking, I haven't given you a chance to get a word in edgewise."

"Don't stop. I love listening to you when you're happy like this," he said quietly.

"Well, did you have a good time?" I asked, secretly hoping he did. I wanted this to be something I could believe I made better for him.

He thought about it for a moment and turned his head to look at me. "Yes. For the first time, I can say I did."

Happy to hear those words, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "That means a lot to me that you said that."

Tristan caught my face as I moved to lean back against the seat and kissed me like he had in our bedroom hours earlier. My stomach did a flip and that tiny tug in the pit of my abdomen appeared as he pulled the pins from my hair.

"I want you. Here. Take the dress off," he ordered as he unzipped it and began pushing the fabric from my body.

I protested, if only meekly, "Tristan, Jenson's going to know what we're doing back here."

With my dress in a heap on the floor, he cupped my breast and sucked the nipple hard into his mouth. Looking up at me, he flicked his tongue over the peaked tip and said in a husky voice, "I don't care. He can't see anything, and even if he can, I don't f*cking care. I want you now."

He slid my panties off and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him. I felt the hardness between his legs as he lifted his hips off the seat and pushed his cock through my drenched folds. Desperate to feel his body on mine, I undid his pants and zipper and freed his stiff cock. He was so long and thick in my hands, and I stroked the full length of him, loving how my touch affected him.

"God, I want to be inside you," he whispered hoarsely as he slid the head of his cock toward my opening. "I want to feel your tight cunt around my cock as you ride me right here, Nina. Ride me."

He eased into me in one slow push, filling me completely before he began guiding my hips up and down on him. The threat of his driver seeing us thrilled me, and I rode his cock with abandon, loving each time he rammed it inside me. His hands controlled my body's movements, and his mouth sent waves of delight racing through me as his teeth nipped at my breasts. The mixture of the pleasure he gave me with his cock and the pain from his passionate biting was almost more than I could take. I begged him to let me go longer, but that only made him f*ck me harder so that I came within minutes of him entering me. Buried balls deep in me, he continued to thrust through my orgasm, wanting release of his own.