Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Tristan slides his hand along my thigh and up to my waist. When he realizes I don’t have anything on, he breaks the kiss and growls, “No panties?”
It takes me an insane amount of focus to respond. “No.”
“Fuck.”
Before I know it, he lifts me higher and wraps my legs around his neck, my thighs resting on his shoulders. I clamber to grab anything to hold on to but find nothing. Instead, I grab his hair and dig my nails into his scalp.
Tristan hikes my dress higher, and with a face full of raw hunger, he drags his tongue along my slit. The sensation is so good and so overwhelming that I instinctively tighten my thighs around him and arch my back.
“You like it, Bun?”
“I-I do.”
“Good.”
He digs his fingers in my thighs and teases my clit with his tongue. A whimper sneaks past my lips as he slides his tongue inside me. My mind is in shambles. I don’t know where I am anymore, but there’s a coil in my belly that’s winding tighter and tighter.
Until…
Pleasure racks me in waves, and my legs tremble. My breath comes in short bursts as I come with an almost blinding force. It feels so good that I trap his tongue in my pussy, suctioning it until the sensation ebbs.
Still dazed from that soul-sucking orgasm, Tristan shifts me easily—as though I weigh nothing—tossing me over his shoulder and smacking my ass. I dangle face down, watching us getting nearer to the mansion.
He chuckles darkly beside me when we reach the doorway. “See, Bun? Nothing’s wrong with you. You just needed me. You had to come on my tongue.”
3
TRISTAN
Allie fires my blood to a boiling point.
We’ve just crossed a line we can never come back from, and I find that I don’t mind. This is where I want to be, suffocating between her thighs. I have no idea how I managed to avoid touching her this way for the past few years, but now that I’ve got a taste of her, I won’t be able to scrub that off my mind … for as long as I live.
With her flung across my shoulder, I take the keys from my pocket and slide into the brass doorknob. The old mechanism resists before it gives way.
This is only the second time we’ve stepped foot inside. The first one was on spring break during sophomore year. Back then, Allie found it so creepy that she begged to leave only a minute into “exploring” the house.
The door creaks open, revealing a vast hallway with patches of darkness and lit only by the outdoor lights. Dust motes float in the beams of light filtering through the grimy floor-to-ceiling windows. The grand staircase is the same as it’s always been, and Allie yelps when I transfer her from my shoulder to my arms, carrying her bridal style.
She’s busy looking around too, and we ascend the stairs in silence. We reach the top, and the long corridor stretches out before us, lined with closed doors.
The parquet floor beneath my feet groans as I speed-walk from one bedroom to another, trying to remember where the hell the master bedroom is—the only one with a clean bed … probably, and hopefully.
Ah, here it is.
I kick it open, and my eyes zero in on the massive four-poster bed, with sheer white fabric draping over the canopy. The bed itself is made, smooth and undisturbed.
Perfect.
I fling Allie onto the bed, and she laughs when a cloud of dust envelopes her.
“We can just check into a hotel, Bun. I made a reservation earlier.”
She shakes her head, eyes glinting. “No, this is perfect. Besides, I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me.”
Her earlier mirth is gone, and her eyes are at half-mast. Goddamn, she looks different when she’s like this. Allie is usually all rainbows and butterflies. But this? It’s like she’s morphed into someone else. Someone naughty, sensual, and … well, a walking wet dream basically.
The air in the room shifts and thickens. I become hyper-aware of her—the thin fabric of her dress sticking to her body like a second skin, molding her tits, showing her peaked nipples.
Her hair has managed to escape the bun, and she’s looking at me like she wants me for her next meal.
“There’s no coming back from this, Bun. You can still back out now.”
“No.”
That’s all I need to hear. The sweetest ‘no’ I’ve ever heard. “It’s gonna hurt, so we’ll try just the tip first. Okay?”
She chews on her bottom lip and feasts her gaze on me as I lift the shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. She doesn’t look away even while I take off my pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
Allie’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when she spots my hard cock, and I feel a weird sense of pride and bump in my masculine ego that she finally sees me as a man. Not some best friend who won’t feel anything even as she ditches the bra in front of me or walks half-naked most of the time.