“Lean forward and grab my ankle, then spread your cheeks. I’ll get even deeper.”
I smile in amusement at the way he says ankle. His residual limb is something I’ve quickly become accustomed to, and it doesn’t bother me in the least, but there’s always that fear in the back of my mind that I could hurt it.
“You laughing at me?” he asks playfully.
“Of course not.” I glance over my shoulder, watching how he admires every inch of me.
“It’s okay to laugh, my love. Wait until we go shoe shopping, and I have to ask the associate for two different shoe sizes because my prosthetic foot is a bit smaller. Their expressions are always priceless.”
I chuckle, rocking my hips faster. “I bet you have too much fun shocking people.”
Before he can answer, I squeeze his cock and fuck him harder, finding a steady rhythm. The sensation is almost too strong as he lifts his hips and thrusts upward. He’s so deep, I can barely catch my breath.
“Yes, baby. You feel so good,” he whispers before smacking his palm against my ass. I love the way he marks my skin. The mix of pleasure and pain turns me on even more.
His finger slides between my cheeks, and I anticipate what he’ll do next. I relax and spread my legs wider.
“Jesus Christ, Piper. You’re so goddamn sexy.”
I hear his mouth pop as he sucks around his thumb before sliding the tip into my tight hole. I scream out in pleasure, loving how full it makes me feel.
“More,” I beg.
He squeezes one ass cheek while pushing in deeper, and it’s almost enough to push me off the edge.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, nearly gasping for air.
“Fuck my cock, baby. You’re doing so good riding me like this.”
Moments later, my calves tighten, my toes curl, and a burst of pleasure seizes through me. Throwing my head back, I moan out his name. Tristan gives me the full reigns and lets me slow down as I ride the high.
“I can feel your come sliding all over, baby. Fuck, that was hot.”
“So intense…” I sigh. “This position is dangerous.”
He chuckles, wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling slightly. “Now you know why I woke up with a hard-on.”
“You want me to stay like this, or should I turn around?” I ask, knowing he hasn’t come yet.
“Baby, I’m ready to explode.”
I take that as my cue to keep going. Straightening my spine, I bounce on his cock until he’s gripping my hair so tight, I nearly explode again. The way he roars out his release sends a burst of satisfaction through me, knowing I’m the reason for it.
Once we’ve recuperated, I collapse next to him and wrap an arm over his chest.
“You’re going to spoil me, waking me up like this each day,” he says, cupping my face and pressing a kiss to my mouth.
“Just wait until I tell my father you’re moving into my apartment. Then we’ll get to wake up next to each other every single day.”
He blinks at me.
“Shit, was that…too much? Too fast?” I mentally slap myself for my word vomit. “We should’ve talked about it before I just assumed. I’m sorry. Ignore what I just said.”
“Piper.”
I look at him, swallowing hard.
“If you want me to move in with you, I’ll pack the second we’re back. I want to be with you wherever you are. You should know that by now.” He smirks. “I didn’t put up with your attitude for months just because I was on the payroll.”
“You make it sound like you were a paid stalker.”
Tristan smirks, plucking my bottom lip with his thumb. “I was.”
Once we’re clean and dressed, we head downstairs and make a quick breakfast.
“What do you think will happen if they never find him?” I ask as we eat our avocado toast. I finally got Easton to bring the avocados I’d been craving.
“Guess that means you’ll be stuck with me forever.” He flashes a wink. This social media break and getting to spend time with Tristan has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Well, if that’s the case, can we at least move our hideout to Maui or Puerto Rico or something? My hair needs a break from this humidity.”
“Then I’m afraid you’re gonna wanna go north.” He snickers. “Alaska?”
“I’ll literally freeze to death. See, this is why New York is a good compromise. Gets all four seasons. I could easily bundle up in the winter or stay inside, and also have A/C in the summer.” I take a bite of my toast and crunch loudly.
“Not everyone has central air in New York. It’s a luxury,” he says, and I laugh because he’s right. “Jack will eventually run out of money and places to hide,” he states. “Your parents are gonna want you back soon I’m sure.”