Page 18 of Inadmissible
He moaned and stroked me softly. Slowly. My wetness coating him created a crackling sound that filled the room. It combined with our heavy breathing and moans. Once I was used to his length, he released my hands and cupped my face, kissing me deeply and allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
The more he stroked me, the wetter I got. I felt myself puddling around him, and that was another thing I’d never experienced with a man before.
As I came, he said, “Yeah. This pussy mine now. You are too.”
I wanted to tell him this was a onetime thing, but he was making me feel so good I wouldn’t dare say anything to risk him pulling out of me. He lowered his head and kissed my tattoo, and I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid shedding tears. Tristan lifted my left leg and put my ankle on his shoulder, plunging into me deeper with harder, faster strokes. As he continued to alternate between licking and sucking and nibbling each breast and kissing my tattoo, I couldn’t stop my tears from falling as I came again.
Maybe fucking him after a year wasn’t the best idea after all.
Not if it had me in my feelings like this.
Sex was a vulnerable enough act as it was. I’d never been the kind of woman who could just have casual sex. Feelings were always involved. Tristan was the first man I’d chosen to give my body to so quickly, and he was proving he knew just what to do with it. My heart, on the other hand, was beating rapidly and in shambles.
As he kissed my tears away, more fell.
“I got you, sweetheart,” he assured me. “Breathe and let it all out. You’re so safe here with me.”
“Fff—fuck!”
That time, Tristan released a moan mixed with a growl as he throbbed and came with me.
“Shiiit.” The feel of his breath against my ear as he hummed and convulsed had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Yeah.
This could never, ever happen again.
Not if I didn’t want to be sprung.
Tristan
“Where you going?” I asked groggily the second I felt Taj’s body leave mine. Instantly, I felt the cold lack of her presence. Clearing my throat, I sat up in bed and let my eyes flutter until they opened and focused on her.
She looked like a kid that had gotten caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing as she stood at the door of my bedroom. I loved renting the penthouse suite at the hotel because of the ease, amenities, and accommodations. I would have shared with her that I lived here and we didn’t have to leave any time soon if that was her concern, but the longer I looked at her, the more I realized she was intentionally running from me. From this. From us.
“Home,” she answered quietly. “Last night was amazing, Tristan, but it has to be a one time thing. I don’t want a relationship.”
Chuckling, I yawned and ran my hands down my face. “You might not want a relationship but you about to have one.”
“Oh God. I should’ve known you were too good to be true. Handsome, great dick, and a stable job? Of course you’re going to be crazy.”
Her perplexed expression as she pulled the strap of her dress onto her shoulder made me laugh. Her half-dressed ass hopped out of bed like Speedy Gonzales trying to get away from me.
“I’m not crazy, but I do not play games. I’m very straightforward, and I have no problem going after what and who I want. I want you, so I’m going to have you.”
“Well . . . I’m not available. Not consistently at least. So . . . I’m sorry if my actions last night made you believe otherwise.”
Taj briskly made her way through the living room, and seconds later, I heard the door close behind her. That was cool. She could run. I loved the chase, and most importantly, I loved to catch and claim.
Taj had up armor now, and I was curious about why. Since I had a feeling she wouldn’t tell me why, I called the person I believed would—Emilia. She smelled the roses I’d gotten her as thanks for inviting my sweetheart to the gala as her plus one. Had she not, I don’t know when I would have seen her again.
“Okay, let me hear it. I know you asked me here to do more than thank me for inviting my best friend to the gala. You don’t have to thank me for that, by the way. Had I known you were the man that helped her, I would’ve been tried to put you both in the same room again. I wasn’t sure what urged me to invite her knowing there was a chance she’d say no, but I’m glad I did, and I’m even more glad she said yes.”
“I appreciate that, and you’re right. I did want to talk to you about something else. Can you tell me everything you feel comfortable sharing with me about her? Before we parted ways, she made it clear she didn’t want a relationship, but that just won’t work for me.”
Emilia laughed as she got a bit more comfortable in the seat across from my desk.
“Yeah, she is serious about not wanting a relationship. If you decide to pursue her, you will have your work cut out for you.”
