Page 31 of Absinthe Dreams
"No." He frowns over at me, and I hurry to catch up to him again. "Should I?"
"Probably, considering you have one."
"Then tell me what it is."
"A man who likes to be called Daddy in bed has a Daddy kink. They're usually caretakers. Their partners are called littles or brats."
"You're a fucking brat."
"I wasn't finished," I grumble as we step off the sidewalk into the grass at the park.
"Oh, well, then," he smirks at me. "By all means, princess, continue enlightening me on this kink of ours."
"Uh, ours? You're the one with the kink, Trystan."
"Don't pretend you aren't dripping right now, Coco. I saw the look on your face."
"That's not because I have a Daddy kink," I roll my eyes at him. "But you were talking dirty. I am not responsible for what my face or my vajayjay does when you're talking dirty."
"Oh yeah?" He smirks, prowling the few feet toward me. He doesn't stop until he's pressed up against me, his erection digging into my stomach. I quiver when he wraps a hand around my throat to tip my head back. His eyes meet mine, full of wicked intent. "I want to bury my face between your legs and eat you until you're screaming."
"Trystan," I whimper, my gaze darting around. But it's nearly dark out, and this park doesn't get much action on a good day. There's no one here right now but the two of us and Thanos. And possibly the shady cat from this morning. But Thanos is occupied with his own business, and the cat isn't currently causing havoc…
"You sound so sweet when you're falling apart on my tongue." He leans forward until his lips are inches from mine. "I still taste you on my lips, Coco."
I whimper again, my panties so wet they're pretty much useless at this point. And Trystan knows it, damn him. He's having the time of his life, ruining me right here in the park.
"Christ, I want another taste of that pretty cunt right now," he growls, his nostrils flaring.
"Take it then." The words tumble out before I can stop myself or think them through. There's a challenge in them, like I'm daring him to do it. I know he hears it when his eyes darken further.
He releases my throat, grabbing my hand instead. My heart pounds a frantic rhythm as he leads me deeper into the park,toward a little copse of trees and thick bushes that block the back part of the park from being seen from the roadway.
I don't say a word as we hurry around them. I don't even say anything when he pushes me gently up against a tree. The bark is rough against my back. His hands are cool as he reaches for the hem of my dress.
My mouth is so dry, I don't think I could force sound out even if I could muster a single coherent thought. Sentences are beyond me. All I can do is stare as he drops to his knees, an unholy smirk on his gorgeous face.
I choke on a whimper when he slips beneath my dress, his hand against my mound. And then I choke again when I feel him inching my panties to the side.
His breath blows across my clit.
I'm staring at the darkening sky and the treeline when I feel his tongue slip between my lower lips. He drags it through my folds, all the way to my clit.
"Oh God," I groan, breaking pieces of bark from the tree with trembling, clawed fingers.
We absolutely, most definitely, one hundred percent should not be doing this here. But I don't try to stop him. I just…cling to the tree like it's the only thing keeping me upright as he licks and sucks, growling softly.
Thanos wanders around on the leash beside us, trying to chase a firefly. The whole world carries on like usual while Trystan wrecks and ruins me on his knees against a damn tree in a public park.
I come so fast it makes me dizzy. My knees buckle, but he catches me, keeping me upright as he slides out from beneath my dress, licking his lips. His eyes meet mine as he climbs to his feet, smirking.
"Delicious," he growls, capturing my lips with his.
I melt all over again, clinging to him and whimpering into his mouth.
He kisses me until I come down, and then he just holds me against his chest, breathing me in.
"I don't have a Daddy kink, princess," he murmurs. "I have aYou Breathingkink. Everything you say, everything you do, every fucking time you smile at me, I'm desperate for a taste of you." He nuzzles his face up against my throat. "But yeah, hearing you call me Daddy was sexy as hell, not gonna lie. I want to be the guy who takes care of you in every single way, the one you trust with all your secrets."
