He must feel me start to tremble because he reaches down to grip my arms and pull me upright so that my back is against his chest. He wraps an arm around my waist and murmurs sweet nothings in my ear as he kisses along my neck, soothing me and giving me a chance to calm down.
When he feels me steady myself with a deep breath, he plants one last kiss along my jaw before reaching down to press the tip of his dick against my puckered hole. Slowly, gently, he shifts forward to push past the tight ring of muscle.
I gasp at the feeling. He pauses, giving me a chance to adjust, and then reaches around me to start rubbing circles on my clit.
That feeling is the perfect distraction. As his fingers make my nerves start to tingle, he gently presses in another inch. And then another.
I drop my head back against his shoulder with a moan. I grip the arm that's banded around my waist, desperate to cling to something in the onslaught of overwhelming sensations.
Tristan pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, just a little bit deeper. He starts to increase the intensity of his fingers on my clit. The feeling is so distracting, so powerful, that I can already feel another orgasm start to build. I dig my nails into Tristan's arm.
"Good girl," he murmurs. I'm held so tightly against his chest that his lips are close enough to whisper his dirty words directly into my ear. I shiver at the feel of his breath on my skin.
"You take my cock so well," he murmurs, his fingers continuing to fly over my drenched cunt. "I've been thinking about how you'd look in this position since the very first night I fucked you. You look just as hot as I thought you would." I whimper at his words, digging my nails in even deeper. "How does it feel, baby? Do you like my cock in your ass?"
That question is what ruins me. This whole thing is so taboo, his words so vulgar, that a rush of heat immediately runs through me and demands more of it. I arch my back with a moan and press my ass against him, taking the last inch of him inside.
"Fuck," he hisses. The hand that was wrapped around me now grabs my waist with a bruising grip, even while the fingers of his other hand stay buried in my pussy. Then he starts to fuck me.
I reach one arm above my head to grip the back of Tristan's neck and arch my body. "Fuck me," I gasp. "You feel so good, I need you to fuck me. Fuck my ass, Tristan."
Another string of curses falls from his lips as he picks up his pace. I feel my release building, knowing it's about to completely consume me.
And as he thrusts deep at the same time that his nail slides across my achy and swollen clit, it does.
My orgasm explodes through my body, filling me with a kind of pleasure that I didn't even know existed. I'm completely powerless as it rolls through me and all I can do is cling to Tristan's neck as he continues to fuck me through it.
It vaguely registers that his hand has moved from my pussy to grip the front of my neck.
"You're so fucking perfect," he growls in my ear. "But I want you to come again. I want you to come from just my cock in your ass."
He squeezes my neck, and it feels like that's all I'll need to do as he says. But then his grip tightens on my waist and his thrusts become harder, deeper—his fucking has become primal and desperate.
This side of him is the sexiest side, and definitely my favorite in bed. This animal side of him. I love when he owns me like this. And he was right before, about my wanting to give up control in the bedroom and let him take what he wants.
And right now, he wants to fuck me into submission.
This explosion shatters me just as much as the last one did. I was already weak from that one so this one absolutely ruins me. I hear Tristan's loud curse at the same time that I feel his hips jerk, and then he's filling me, fucking us both through to the very end of our orgasms.
I'm trembling in his arms by the time he stops moving. He places a soft kiss on the arm that's still gripping the back of his neck, then he gently slides out of me and lays us down on the bed.
He settles behind me and pulls me tight against his chest. "I might not be able to fuck you that hard again until after the fight so I'm glad we got to do it tonight. I've been distracted thinking about doing that since the first night I had you." I turn over to face him and find him grinning down at me. "Definitely surpassed expectations."
I lean forward to nip his chin. "I hate you," I mutter.
His smile only grows wider at that. "Pretty sure that's your way of saying 'I love you,' so I'll take it."
I shake my head with a smile. Then I realize something about what he just said and look up at him with a small frown. "I know you need to focus on the fight now. The last thing I want to be is a distraction so whatever you need, wherever you want me to go, I'll—"
He cuts me off with a kiss. When he pulls away, he gives me a hard look. "You're not a distraction. I always thought having a girlfriend would split my focus, but that's not going to happen here. I don't know if it's because you're in the sport and you understand it better than most people, or if you and I just mesh that well, but having you around could only be good for me. I want you with me through all of this. You're stuck with me, Remy baby."
I roll my eyes at the nickname, but a smile still stretches across my lips. He just smirks and starts to rub circles along my lower back.
I trace his collarbone and run my fingers along his chest, already watching his eyelids droop with exhaustion.
"I'm proud of you," I whisper. "I always knew you'd make it, even when I hated you. And you're going to be champ one day, and I'm going to be right there next to you, telling you again that I knew you'd make it and that I'm so fucking proud of you."
For a moment I think he's already asleep, but then his arms tighten around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head.