Page 46 of Fake Rocks
I let out a hard breath. “We are something else. Or at least I’d like us to be.” I chewed on my lip. “I’ve never met anyone like you before. You’re so genuine, not a bad bone in your body. You’re helping your uncle out, you looked after me when you’d only known me a couple of days. You’re one of the good guys, Tris.”
I thought I saw a flicker of something in his expression as I said he was a good guy. There was nothing in his behaviour in the time we’d known each other to make me think otherwise.
“And this week had been crazy busy because of the band. No other reason. When I haven’t been in the studio with the guys, I’ve been at home, sleeping. I wish I could have seen more of you. Maybe you could come and see what we’ve been doing?” I asked hopefully.
He was silent, seemingly digesting what I’d told him.
“Say something.”
Tris still didn’t answer, but instead moved towards me. Silently, he reached out to trace a line along my jaw, his thumb resting underneath my chin. I held my breath as he leaned in and met my lips with a soft kiss.
“There isn’t anyone around to see this,” he murmured, breaking away for a second. “So you can stop me at any time.”
“I don’t want to stop you.”
“That’s good, because I don’t think I can keep my hands off you for much longer.”
Tris resumed his kiss and I could feel his erection pressing into me. He was right, it had been a long week since he’d woken me up so pleasurably on Monday morning. His hands ran down my sides and I shivered, his touch had me aroused before he’d even really done anything. The strength of his kiss moved us across the room until I bumped into the washbasin, the cool porcelain hard against my buttocks.
“Turn around,” Tris instructed softly, his hands enabling the movement, gripping onto my hips.
I did as he asked, my body igniting at the contact.
He kissed the back of my neck, peppering tiny kisses along my shoulder blades and I shivered involuntarily. I was trapped between the washbasin and rock hard man. My breath started coming in shorter gasps as Tris caressed my breasts, his fingers manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my dress. It wouldn’t take much for him to slip up the skirt, pull down my panties and…
Oh!
It was as if he could read my mind as he did exactly what I was thinking. The rough pad of his middle finger circled my clit, two of his fingers tantalisingly close to entering me. Pinioned as I was, there wasn’t much I could do apart from rock my hips to increase the pressure. I tried to open my legs to encourage him to slip inside, but my knickers hampered me as I wriggled and bucked with pleasure. Feeling my need, his lips drifted to the sweet spot on my neck, his breath hot.
“How much do you want this?” Tris murmured in my ear, his stroking relentless. “How much do you want me?”
“Please, Tris, don’t stop…I want you inside me, please, now…” I whimpered, heat flooding my body, legs threatening to give way.
His lips curved against the sensitive skin of my neck and the sound of his jeans unzipping filled the air.
His erect cock slid between my legs, and I gasped as he entered me, hard and fast. Once inside and he’d found a rhythm, his hands slid to cover mine, gearing every thrust to achieve maximum pleasure. I wanted to touch myself, to finish what he’d started, but my wrists were pinned to the basin, restraining me.
“Fuck, Tris, I…” I wasn’t usually this vocal, but everything he was doing was hitting all of my buttons, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Ssshhh, it’s okay, babe, patience.” Tris’ lips brushed along my shoulder blades, his teeth occasionally nipping the skin.
I didn’t want to be patient.
I wanted him to take me to that high, to push me over the edge, to come with me.
His thrusts were annoyingly gentle, taking his time when all I wanted was for him to take me furiously.
Teetering on the precipice, one touch would give me the release I craved. I struggled to release my hands, but Tris’ grasp was too strong.
“Soon, Saff, soon.” His voice growled in my ear.
Sensing what I wanted, he freed me, his own fingers dipping down towards my clit relentlessly tantalising the tender bud with urgent strokes.
“Oh…my…Jesus…fuck…” I could barely string a coherent sentence together as the climax savagely hit.
Tris turned my head towards his and his mouth crashed into mine as we rode together, him coming with a final drive followed by a grunt.
My legs started shaking and I could barely stand once he’d finished with me. I slumped to the floor, knickers hanging off of one ankle, legs awry.
