“You’re going to make me beg for it, aren’t you? As if I haven’t seen you stare at my tits and ass for the past two weeks.”
He chuckles with amusement, rolling over and capturing my mouth. “What can I say? They’re pleasant to look at, even when you’re scolding me about my cooking.”
Tristan palms my breast and pinches the nipple. I yelp with surprise.
“I’ve jerked off to the image of your tits bouncing in my face. I came so damn hard and unexpectedly, I couldn’t reach for a towel fast enough and ended up making a mess all over myself.”
I bite on my lower lip, picturing that very thing and how hot it’d be to witness. “I wanna see that.”
Without waiting for his answer, I slide his shorts down and allow his cock to spring free. The tip is wet. He’s just as worked up as me.
Next, I straddle his waist but don’t sit yet, giving him just enough space to stroke himself.
“Except this time, instead of having to imagine it, you’ll get the real show.” I arch my back, making my breasts bounce.
“Jesus Christ, Piper…your juices are leaking all over me.” He dips a finger between my legs, then places it in his mouth.
“I’m so wet. I could easily fuck you right here and now.”
“We need to get you ready first.” He grips his shaft, stroking himself a few times before he rubs it between my pussy lips.
I’ve been dreaming of the day I’d lose my V-card, and I honestly had no clue it’d be with Tristan, but now I can’t imagine it ever being with anyone else.
“Tristan, I want you inside me,” I beg, clinging to his shoulders as he pushes in slowly before sliding back out. “You’re being a tease.”
“I hate the thought of hurting you, Piper. The things I want to do to you have to be done with caution. I can’t just pound into you when you’re this tight.”
My patience is thinning as he rubs the tip along my slit some more. I love watching the way he handles himself, tightly gripping his girth and roughly stroking the length.
“Are you going to let me devour you again first?” I ask, prolonging the moment we’ll finally cross that line.
He nods, releasing his hold on me. I kneel in front of him as he repositions himself, giving me easy access to fully take him in my mouth.
“Slow, Piper. I’m not coming until I’m inside you. I have a condom in—”
“No. I’m on birth control. And I want to feel you inside me—raw and thick—nothing between us.”
“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to fill your tight little cunt full.”
His words draw heat through my body as my willpower of waiting comes close to snapping. I take his shaft and feed him down my throat. His hips buck as I swirl my tongue around his tip, then suck as he thrusts harder.
“Goddamn, your smart mouth is vicious,” he hisses. “You’ve gotta stop that.”
But I don’t.
I squeeze my palm tighter, hollow my cheeks, and move faster.
“Piper!” he scolds, and I stifle an amused laugh. “I said slow.”
I ignore his request, dying to feel him lose control and taste his arousal. Before I can continue, though, Tristan sits up and fists my hair.
“Did you not hear me?” He tightens his grip, making me lose my rhythm.
“When have you ever known me to follow the rules?” I challenge.
He brings his other hand to my chest and twists my nipple. “And when have you ever known me to allow you to break them?”
I smirk. “I guess today’s the day I find out.”
“Piper, I’m trying to be gentle with you and not choke you with my dick, so don’t push me on this.”
“Is that what you’ve been fantasizing about? Is that what you like?”
“I like hearing you moan my name, whether you’re sucking me off or I’m eating you out. Even the times you’re touching yourself in bed.”
“Then you better give me a reason to scream it.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TRISTAN
As soon as I tasted Piper’s arousal on my finger in the shower, I was fucking doomed. I’d fought it for as long as I could, and once I crossed the line, I knew I wouldn’t be able to deny her any longer. The push and pull was too strong, and I was weak against her.
Now she’s kneeling in front of me, begging me to claim her how I’ve always dreamed, but I can’t keep the thought of hurting her out of my head. This will be her first time, and as much as I want to pleasure her and take us to the next step, I know she’ll be uncomfortable. It’s why it’s critical that she listens, but as usual, she’s stubborn and defiant.
“Climb on top of me. You’ll be able to control the pace and rhythm. I’ll guide you through everything.” I remove my shorts, revealing every inch of my prosthetic. I love that she’s curious about it and hasn’t been afraid to ask questions. Most people avoid it altogether as if it’s not a part of me.