Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. “No. No, I want to do this. It’s just . . . well . . . I mean I have no right to ask . . .”
“Jesus, Ryn. Ask me for Christ’s sake, cause you’re freaking me out.”
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to look into his eyes. “Have you ever had another girl . . . you know . . . on your car? Am I the first?”
The smile that spread across his face was my answer and I couldn’t help but smile back in return. He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. “Baby, I’ve never even let a girl touch my Camaro before.”
Smiling, I leaned against the hood of his muscle car and watched as every one of his muscles seemed to flex. Glancing down, I licked my lips at the small amount of pre cum on the tip of his dick. I wanted to wrap my mouth around him and listen while he called out my name as he came.
Sliding my hand between my legs, I felt incredibly brazen. Tristan had always brought out another side of me when we were intimate. Slipping my fingers inside me, I dropped my head back and moaned when I felt how wet I was.
Tristan grabbed my hand and pulled it away. His eyes were on fire. His breathing was labored and I knew he was more than ready, just like I was.
“Do you want me to come before I even begin fucking you, Ryn?”
Smiling, I bit down on my lower lip. “I want to come so bad, Tristan. I want to remember how you took me to heaven.”
Dropping down, Tristan had me lying on the hood, my legs over his shoulders, and his mouth on me faster than I even knew what was happening. Letting out a gasp, I grabbed on to his hair and began moving my hips to the rhythm of his tongue.
Feels. So. Amazing.
No one I had ever been with made me feel like Tristan did. Not even Dodge. Tristan had a way of making my body feel like it was coming to life. I could feel my orgasm building and a part of me wanted this to last longer. The feel of his tongue and mouth moving against me was incredible.
“Tristan . . . I don’t want to . . . come yet!”
Pulling his mouth away, I instantly missed the feeling. I thrashed my head back and forth as I felt him blowing hot air on me. “Jesus,” I whispered.
Slipping his fingers in, he let out a low rumble. “Fucking hell. You’re pussy is so ready for my cock, Ryn.”
“OhMyGod!” I cried out. Tristan talking dirty was one of my favorite things.
“More. I need more, Tristan. I changed my mind! I want to come. Now!”
Hearing him chuckle, I looked at him as he licked his lips. I watched him bury his face between my legs as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of my body. Watching him work me with his mouth and tongue was more than I could take.
I put my head back and Tristan pulled away. “Watch me, Ryn. I want you to watch as I make you come.”
Lifting my head up, I did what he said. I could feel the tingling beginning as it built up. I hadn’t been this worked up in over a year.
Then it happened. Tristan did something with his fingers as he sucked on my clit and winked at me. He fucking winked at me and my world fell apart. I began calling out his name as I watched him suck and lick like he couldn’t get enough.
I’d never had an orgasm hit me so hard. Closing my eyes, I continued to call out his name as I saw stars exploding.
Coming down from the most amazing orgasm ever, I realized I was in Tristan’s arms. Opening my eyes, I looked into his beautiful green eyes. “You’re so good at that.”
Laughing, Tristan pressed his lips to mine. I could taste myself on this tongue and I loved every second of it. I wanted more. I needed more.
“Ryn, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, baby. I don’t think I could do it slow, even if I wanted to.”
Nodding my head, I whispered, “Hard and fast is good.”
Standing, he set me down. “I want your tits against the car, baby.”
Turning, I laid flat against the cold hood of Tristan’s car. My nipples hardened more as I sucked in a breath of air.
Tristan’s hand ran over my ass as he said, “So fucking beautiful. I’m going to train that ass for my cock, Ryn. Would you like that?”
Looking over my shoulder at him, my mouth dropped open slightly. I was stunned at the rush of wetness between my legs as Tristan spoke to me.
“Tristan.”
Pushing his finger gently against my ass, I let out a moan. “Answer me, Ryn. Would you like that?”
Closing my eyes tightly in an attempt to regain some sort of a normal thinking level, 1whimpered and pushed my ass against him as I looked at him. “Yes. Yes, Tristan I would like that.”
He closed his eyes and it was as if relief washed over his face. That thought alone, of Tristan taking my ass, almost had me screaming out another orgasm. I’d always wanted a guy to be more daring in the bedroom. That was one thing I had loved about Tristan. He had more sex positions then a sex coach would have and I had loved trying them with him.
Opening his eyes, I watched Tristan grab his dick tightly as he began stroking himself.
Hottest thing ever.
“You like that, Ryn?”
Nodding my head, I replied, “Yes. A lot.”
“I need to get a condom, baby, I left it in the room.”
Pushing up, I yelled out, “No!”
Tristan didn’t move. He stood there in a state of shock. “What do you mean no? Have you changed your mind?”
I watched as he kept his hand on his dick. “I mean, I’ve never been with anyone where they didn’t use a condom. I want . . . I want to feel you, Tristan. I don’t want anything between us.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Birth control?”
Nodding my head, I said, “Yes. I’m on the pill. Have you ever?”
“Never, Ryn. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom, and I was tested not long ago and I’m clean.”
Looking down, I said, “I was tested after I broke things off with . . . um . . . Dodge and I’m clean too. If you’re not comfortable with it we—” Tristan slammed his lips to mine and kissed the living shit out of me. Our tongues twisted against each other as my hands went to his hair and pulled on it hard.
Pulling away, Tristan growled, “Turn around, baby.”
Turning quickly, I took my position again against the cold hood. Tristan used his foot to spread my legs wider. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought I just got done running a marathon with how heavy my breathing was.
Tristan slipped his fingers inside me and began priming my body for him. “I’m not going to last one minute with no condom on and you laying on my car.”
“Tristan! Hurry! I want you in me now.”
Tristan pressed his tip at my entrance, barely pushing it in. Moaning, I pushed back to gain more of him. “So bossy. I like it, Ryn.”
“Fuck me, Tristan! Please!”
Grabbing my hips, Tristan pushed in fast and hard. So hard I felt his balls hit up against me. Yes! Yes this is what I have been missing.
“Fucking yes! Oh God, Tristan.”
He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me hard and fast. My body was hitting up against the cold hood and the sensation of rubbing against the car and Tristan slamming into me had me screaming out in an orgasm.
“So fucking beautiful. Shit!” Tristan called out. Feeling his hand slid up my back, he grabbed my hair and pulled back gently.
“Yes!” I screamed out as another orgasm ripped through my body. I could feel Tristan’s dick swelling as I came hard. Griping my hip harder, he pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in deeper.
“Motherfucker. Ryn, baby I’m going to come. Ahh . . . fuck!”
I could feel his warm cum spilling into my body as he called out my name. I’d never felt anything so intense. The feel of Tristan, bare inside me, had my stomach diving and my heart racing.
I never wanted this to end. I wanted this always. Forever.
I wasn’t even sure when Tristan had picked me up and carried back into the bedroom.
Laying me gently on the bed, Tristan kissed me softly on the lips. “That was amazing, Ryn.”
Smiling, I nodded my head. “Yeah it was. I’ve missed you so much, Tristan.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby.”
Stretching, I let my body feel the aftereffects of my orgasms. I felt like I was in heaven.
Closing my eyes, I let out a contented moan. Tristan laid next to me and pulled me into his body. “Ryn, being with you and not wearing a condom made it all the more amazing.”
Smiling, I nodded my head. “Mmm . . . it did, didn’t it?”
Tristan kissed me lightly on my shoulder as he moved his hand up and down my side. My eyes opened when I remembered the flogger. Turning, I smiled as I felt the blush hit my cheeks.
Tristan chuckled. “What is that naughty mind of yours thinking about?”
“The flogger. Will you use it on me?”
His smile faded for a brief second before it was replaced with a naughty smile. “Yes, but we have to start out slow since you’ve never had one used on you before.”
“I need you to know something though, Ryn. I would never hurt you. I’ll never push you into doing something you are not one-hundred percent in agreement with.”
Smiling, I placed my hand on the side of his face. “I know you wouldn’t.”
Wiggling his eyebrows up and down he asked, “Do you want me to introduce you to the flogger now?”
Bam. There it was. Instant mass flooding between my legs as the idea of Tristan doing anything naughty to me perked up my libido. Placing my finger into my mouth, I nodded my head.
Tristan’s eyes lit up with a desire I’d never seen before. “You’re so damn sexy, Ryn. You turn me on like you would not believe.”
Tristan got up and walked over to the chair where I had set the flogger down. Picking it up, he began moving it over his hand as he walked toward me. My eyes scanned his perfect body as I chewed nervously on my bottom lip.
“Do you trust me, Ryn?”
“Always.”
Tristan nodded his head. He reached into the drawer I had pulled the flogger out of and held up some restraints. Four to be exact. Setting the flogger down, he moved to the bottom of the bed. It was then I noticed the bed frame was a sturdy iron frame. Tristan ran his hand along my leg down to my ankle and pulled it to him. Attaching the restraint onto the main bedpost, he attached the other part around my ankle.
Watching his every move, he walked over to the other side of the bed and repeated the process. My legs were spread open and I felt a blush move across my cheeks as he stood there and stared at me.
“Your pussy is perfect, Ryn.”
Closing my eyes, I let out a moan. “Oh God. When you talk dirty to me, it turns me on even more.”
“Open your eyes, Ryn.”
Snapping my eyes open, I felt my hand moving down my body. Slipping my fingers across my clit, I jumped. “That turns me on, baby. I like getting you horny. Push your fingers inside you, Ryn, and finger fuck yourself.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I pushed two fingers inside of me and moaned. Tristan’s mouth parted open and his breathing increased. I loved knowing that pleasuring myself was turning him on so much.
“Jesus, that’s fucking hot,” Tristan barely whispered. His desire fueled me on as I moved faster and began moaning.
“I’m so close. Oh God!” I yelled out as I closed my eyes. Right before I came, my hand was pulled away, leaving me yelling out, “No!”
Opening my eyes, Tristan was holding my hand. “Not yet.”
“What do you mean not yet? Yes! Yes . . . I mean . . . I think now is the perfect time.”
Winking, Tristan pulled my hand over my head and quickly restrained my hand. Crawling over me he restrained the other hand. Then he placed himself over me, his legs on either side of my body. I watched as his dick began coming up again. I lifted my hips in an attempt to feel him against me.
Tristan took the flogger and began moving it over my body lightly. I instantly relaxed and let out a long soft moan. The feeling of the flogger moving over my skin was amazing. It didn’t tickle, yet it did. Tristan moved it lightly over my breasts and I let out a moan. “Feels so good.”
Tristan positioned himself to where the tip of his dick was positioned right at my entrance. “Yes. Tristan, please.”
Barely pushing in and out he teased me with the flogger as he lightly brushed it back and forth over my sensitive clit and lips. The feeling was amazing.
“Does that feel good, Ryn?”
Frantically nodding my head, I panted out, “Yes! More, Tristan! More!”
Pushing in further, he kept running the flogger over my body. “Damn, Ryn. We are going to have so much fun training you to use the flogger.”
My eyes caught Tristan’s and something happened. He stopped moving as he stared at me. Pulling the flogger away from my body he dropped it on the floor beside the bed. I was in a trance with the way his eyes were holding mine. He turned and took both ankles from the restraints and then my arms.
Tristan pushed all the way inside of me as I lifted my body to accommodate his fullness. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the side of my face as he slowly moved in and out of me.
“Ryn, this also feels amazing. More than amazing, baby. This feels so right.”
“It does. It’s magical, Tristan.”
Tristan hadn’t made love to me like this before except for one other time. The time he told me he was falling in love with me and then pushed me away. As he continued to make beautiful love to me, I fought to keep the tears at bay. Fear was slowly beginning to build. What if he got spooked again? I couldn’t bear the thought of him pushing me away again.
Tristan began hitting the spot that had my orgasm building. Wrapping my legs around him, I moved along with him as I whispered his name against his lips.
I could feel Tristan’s body shudder as he kissed me hard. Moaning into my mouth, Tristan poured himself into my body.
I held on to him as he stayed buried inside of me. Not sure if I should move or not, I kept my legs around him as my hands held onto his upper arms.
Tristan pulled back some as I dropped my legs. His eyes were filled with something I’d never seen before.
Placing his hand on the side of my face, I leaned into it. “I love you, Ryn.”
A small sob escaped between my lips as I lost the battle to keep my tears at bay. They slowly spilled out and onto my cheeks. Sucking in a breath, I managed to speak. “I love you too, Tristan.”
Instead of him pulling out and moving away from me, he kissed away my tears before turning to my lips and softly kissing me. It was a tender kiss, one filled with love. It was if I could feel it pouring from his body into mine.
Tristan may have a naughty side to him, one that I was eager to learn more about, but this side of Tristan was the one I knew he had saved only for me.
Moving his lips to my neck, he kept placing soft kisses until he reached below my ear.
“I’m going to love you forever, Ryn.”
“Tristan, I love you.”
Smiling against my lips he said, “We missed dinner.”
FEELING RYN IN MY ARMS as we fell asleep was the best feeling in the world. No, the best feeling in the world was hearing her tell me she loved me.
Closing my eyes, I thought about my father. Tomorrow I was going to have to ask him more questions about this bottle of his. It seemed to be working for my parents, and Lark.
Ryn let out a sweet little sound and I smiled. I had missed sleeping next to her. Missed her quirky ways. Like how she did a funny little dance every morning in the mirror to get herself ready for the day. Or how she had to wear her socks inside out because she couldn’t stand the edging on the inside.
As I let my body slowly relax, I began to plan out how and when I would introduce Ryn to my playroom back in Austin. Hoping that she would be just as eager to play in there as she was to play this evening.
Sleep finally took over and I d
reamed of walking along the beach with Ryn as we tossed a bottle into the ocean.
Walking into the kitchen, I ran my hand through my wet hair. Four sets of eyes looked at me and stared.
Stopping, I looked at my parents, Lark and then over to Azurdee, who wore a smile as big as the Grand Canyon.
“What? Why the hell are y’all looking at me with goofy-ass smiles on your face?” Pointing to Azurdee I said, “You’re the worst of them all.”
She began jumping up and down clapping her hands. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”
Shaking my head, I held up my hand to Azurdee. She reminded me so much of Sierra. They were both peppy. Sometimes peppy was not good when it was so early in the morning.
“Put it in a box and store that shit away, Azurdee. Too much. Too early.”
Azurdee and my mother laughed. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I turned around and leaned against the counter. Lark was staring at me. Raising my coffee mug to him I said, “Morning, bro.”
Winking he said, “Late night, bro?”
My lips stopped at the rim of my coffee cup.
“Maybe.”
Lark let out a chuckle. Looking away, I turned to my dad. “Hey, Dad. If you have a few extra minutes today, I’d like to talk to you.”
“About what?” Lark and Azurdee both said at once.
Glancing over at them, I asked, “What in the hell is wrong with you two?”
“Whatcha need to talk to Dad about, Tristan?” Azurdee asked.
“Um . . . ranch stuff.”
Raising an eyebrow, Lark asked, “That it?”
“Yeah, why? What does it matter to you what I need to talk to him about?”
My mother chortled and lightly hit Lark on the arm. “Leave your brother be, Michael. You’re teaching sweet Azurdee bad habits.” Smirking at Lark, he raised his middle finger up at me. Michael was my brother’s first name and only my mother and father called him that. Dad would sometimes call him Lark.
Azurdee laughed and wrapped her arms around Lark. I was about to say something when Ryn walked into the kitchen and I watched the whole thing play over as they did pretty much the same thing to her. She got the stares and then the goofy smiles.