eagerly kissed him back, seeking a release
of that sweet ache, but his kiss only increased the feeling, making me want
more.
He
nudged his hips off the couch, sliding his cock over my sensitive clit, and I
couldn't stop myself from moaning into his mouth. I didn't want him to think he
had this effect on me so soon, but I was powerless. I wanted him so badly at
that moment, I would have done anything to keep his hands on my body.
Unable
to stop myself, I began to timidly move my hips to ride him, still fully clothed
but needing so much to come. I didn't care that he wasn't inside me or even
that I looked too eager. I wanted him to get me off, even if it was just
rubbing against his cock through his pants.
He
had other ideas, though. Pressing his palms against the tops of my thighs, he
stopped me from grinding against him, and I moaned a needy sound into his
mouth. God, I wanted him!
His
thumbs slid under the bottom of my panties and touched my bare skin, making my
thighs quiver in anticipation. Dragging the pads of his thumbs up and down over
my pussy, he was careful to avoid my swollen clit, driving me mad with desire.
"Please
don't tease me, Tristan," I whispered breathlessly next to the corner of
his mouth.
"I
want to make you feel good, Nina."
I
so desperately wanted that too. Kissing his neck, I moaned my need into his
warm skin, so soft beneath my lips.
"Sir,
I have completed the task you assigned," a man's voice intoned from
somewhere in the room.
Shocked
that we weren't alone, I popped upright and looked around. "What was
that?"
Leaning
his head back, Tristan spoke toward the ceiling. "Rogers, thank you. That
will be all for tonight." Facing me again, he smiled. "Maybe we
should move this somewhere more private."
Torn
out of the mood, I was disoriented. I'd thought this was private.
Tristan
kissed me again and I knew instantly Rogers' interruption hadn't dampened his
mood any. Lifting me off him, he stood and took my hand. "Follow me."
I
did and he led me to one of the bedrooms. It was masculine, with dark woods and
deep brick red decor, but I had no idea if it was the one he called his. The
room appeared too perfect, as if no one had ever slept there before, but he
seemed comfortable as he turned around to face me, still holding my hand.
"We
won't be interrupted in here. Come."
He
stood looking at me, his eyes tinged with the apprehension I'd seen earlier
when he'd walked into The Last Drop. As if I'd deny him or myself the
experience that was to come.
I
wanted to look away, uneasy at what he might be thinking, but I couldn't. Was
he unsure of his choice to bring me here? We were so different and from such
different worlds. Maybe it was wrong.
Tristan
slipped out of his suit jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, each opening
exposing more of his body. I watched wide-eyed, wanting so much to see what
each button's absence would reveal. Finally, he tugged the bottom of his shirt
out of his pants and released the last button. Beneath were abs so defined I
had to hold back from extending my hand to run my fingertips over his skin. A
sexy, thin trail of dark brown hair led from his navel and disappeared behind
his pants.
"Nina,
tell me what you're thinking," he commanded in a deep voice dripping in
sensuality.
What
I was thinking? I didn't dare tell him the thoughts in my mind at that moment.
That I wanted to begin kissing him at his neck and drag my lips over his body
until they gave my mind proof of the reality of those abs. That the one true
urge coursing through my body at the moment was to then drop to my knees and
take the hard cock that had pressed against my clit into my mouth as I looked
up at him to see how my worshipping him made him feel.
My
mouth was dry and my breath was heavy. I whispered hoarsely, "I
can't."
He
slid the shirt off his shoulders to reveal a tattoo that began just above his
heart and trailed all the way down his left arm to his elbow. It was stunning
and accentuated the
of that sweet ache, but his kiss only increased the feeling, making me want
more.
He
nudged his hips off the couch, sliding his cock over my sensitive clit, and I
couldn't stop myself from moaning into his mouth. I didn't want him to think he
had this effect on me so soon, but I was powerless. I wanted him so badly at
that moment, I would have done anything to keep his hands on my body.
Unable
to stop myself, I began to timidly move my hips to ride him, still fully clothed
but needing so much to come. I didn't care that he wasn't inside me or even
that I looked too eager. I wanted him to get me off, even if it was just
rubbing against his cock through his pants.
He
had other ideas, though. Pressing his palms against the tops of my thighs, he
stopped me from grinding against him, and I moaned a needy sound into his
mouth. God, I wanted him!
His
thumbs slid under the bottom of my panties and touched my bare skin, making my
thighs quiver in anticipation. Dragging the pads of his thumbs up and down over
my pussy, he was careful to avoid my swollen clit, driving me mad with desire.
"Please
don't tease me, Tristan," I whispered breathlessly next to the corner of
his mouth.
"I
want to make you feel good, Nina."
I
so desperately wanted that too. Kissing his neck, I moaned my need into his
warm skin, so soft beneath my lips.
"Sir,
I have completed the task you assigned," a man's voice intoned from
somewhere in the room.
Shocked
that we weren't alone, I popped upright and looked around. "What was
that?"
Leaning
his head back, Tristan spoke toward the ceiling. "Rogers, thank you. That
will be all for tonight." Facing me again, he smiled. "Maybe we
should move this somewhere more private."
Torn
out of the mood, I was disoriented. I'd thought this was private.
Tristan
kissed me again and I knew instantly Rogers' interruption hadn't dampened his
mood any. Lifting me off him, he stood and took my hand. "Follow me."
I
did and he led me to one of the bedrooms. It was masculine, with dark woods and
deep brick red decor, but I had no idea if it was the one he called his. The
room appeared too perfect, as if no one had ever slept there before, but he
seemed comfortable as he turned around to face me, still holding my hand.
"We
won't be interrupted in here. Come."
He
stood looking at me, his eyes tinged with the apprehension I'd seen earlier
when he'd walked into The Last Drop. As if I'd deny him or myself the
experience that was to come.
I
wanted to look away, uneasy at what he might be thinking, but I couldn't. Was
he unsure of his choice to bring me here? We were so different and from such
different worlds. Maybe it was wrong.
Tristan
slipped out of his suit jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, each opening
exposing more of his body. I watched wide-eyed, wanting so much to see what
each button's absence would reveal. Finally, he tugged the bottom of his shirt
out of his pants and released the last button. Beneath were abs so defined I
had to hold back from extending my hand to run my fingertips over his skin. A
sexy, thin trail of dark brown hair led from his navel and disappeared behind
his pants.
"Nina,
tell me what you're thinking," he commanded in a deep voice dripping in
sensuality.
What
I was thinking? I didn't dare tell him the thoughts in my mind at that moment.
That I wanted to begin kissing him at his neck and drag my lips over his body
until they gave my mind proof of the reality of those abs. That the one true
urge coursing through my body at the moment was to then drop to my knees and
take the hard cock that had pressed against my clit into my mouth as I looked
up at him to see how my worshipping him made him feel.
My
mouth was dry and my breath was heavy. I whispered hoarsely, "I
can't."
He
slid the shirt off his shoulders to reveal a tattoo that began just above his
heart and trailed all the way down his left arm to his elbow. It was stunning
and accentuated the
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