Page 126 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

“Someone might see,” I said with a dry throat, eyes on the elevator doors.

Tristan extended his hand to the buttons and pressed the emergency button. The elevator came to a stop.

“We have a few minutes,” he said, looking up at my face and waiting for my response.

I had never done anything like this before, but I was curious, and seeing Tristan on his knees in a suit was messing with my brain.

“Okay.” I nodded.

He pulled down my thong and put the lace material in his pocket. He kissed my thighs and draped my right thigh over his shoulder. I clamped my mouth shut with my palm as he spread me open and dragged his tongue over my slit.

At some point, I didn’t care if anyone could hear me as I arched my back and threw my head back, moaning. I pulled at his hair as he ate me out, kissing, sucking, and biting. I squirmed as I came, my body shaking at the blissful sensation.

Tristan pulled away, lips plump and hair tousled. He ran his tongue over his lips and stood up. He fixed my dress for me and picked up my heels.

“Ready?” he asked, taking my hand.

I nodded. He pressed the button, and the elevator started moving again. We found four annoyed people waiting outside when the doors opened. I didn’t know if they could tell what we’d been doing inside. I took a glance at Tristan, and we both burst out laughing.

“That was terrific,” I screamed, spinning around the room as Tristan shut the door.

I walked into the bedroom and slumped on the bed.

“I’m obsessed with this view. It looks better at night,” I said, looking out the thick glass wall overlooking the city.

I wanted to hug whoever had suggested placing the bed here. It was like living a fairy-tale dream. I watched a few people walk out of a restaurant, laughing. I wished I could live here.

I felt the bed dip. I looked back at Tristan climbing onto the bed. I grabbed his tie and pulled him to my lips. I kissed him like he was my breath of fresh air. I loosened his tie and took it off with his suit jacket before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. I switched our positions, straddling him. I ran my hands up his chest, marveling at his beauty. He pushed up my dress till it was around my waist. I pulled the dress over my head and tossed it aside. He sat up and took my nipple in his mouth before I could unhook my bra. I went down and took him in my mouth. He groaned, undoing my bun and fisting my hair. I sucked on the tip and stroked the base, taking my time to explore him. He dragged me back up to his mouth and kissed me softly. He flipped me around till he was hovering over me.

“Don’t move,” he said and got down from the bed while I watched him.

He still had his pants on with a big bulge on display. He grabbed his tie from the floor and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head. He took my panties out of his pocket and used them to tie my hands after stretching the elastic waistband to make it hold properly.

“Is this okay?” he asked, and I nodded eagerly.

I anticipated what he’d do with the tie as he picked it up from the bed. “Do you trust me?” he asked as he brought the silk material close to my face.

“Yes,” I replied hoarsely, biting on my lower lip nervously.

He used the tie to cover my eyes and tied it at the back, like a blindfold. As much as I wanted to watch him do depraved things to my body, I was enjoying this, and my body reacted so quickly to it. I’d let him go down on me in the elevator, and now, I was letting him tie me up and blindfold me, which was all new to me. Every sensation was different and more intense as I felt him moving on the bed. My body reacted to a simple touch on my thigh. I might orgasm from this.

I anticipated his next touch, my senses heightened and my body greedy for some contact. I felt the heat of his body next to me. He brushed his thumb against my lips, and I opened my mouth, sucking his finger. He pulled his hand away and wrapped his fingers firmly around my throat as his lips met mine in a bruising kiss. I pressed my body against his bare skin, squirming beneath him as his large hand traced my skin. His lips traveled down my neck, leaving feathery, wet kisses. I gasped softly as he paid attention to my sensitive nipples.

“That feels so good,” I moaned, arching my back and curling my toes around the sheets.

It went on forever, his lips and hands touching, biting, and marking every part of my body, except the place between my legs. I writhed beneath him, moaning uncontrollably with my hands tied and eyes blindfolded. It was better than I’d imagined. He went slow, like he had all the time in the world to explore my body, every inch, every scar, every ugliness, and every beauty. I tried to hold back my orgasm as it barreled through me. I didn’t want this to end.

I came so hard as soon as he spread my legs wide, and with one slide of his tongue, he sent me over the edge. He chuckled, pulling up to my face and kissing the corner of my lips. He untied my hands and removed the blindfold. He was smiling at me when I opened my eyes.

“That was amazing. I wanna do it again,” I said, cupping his face and pulling it down for a kiss.

Naked bodies pressed together, he made love to me, slow and passionate. Kissing the stretch marks on my hips I’d gotten from my pregnancy and tracing my scars with his fingers. Sweat dripped down our bodies, and eager hands explored each other. Moans filled the dim room.

Before we retired to bed, he fucked me hard from behind. Hand fisting my hair while the other held both of my hands behind my back. I was so loud that I was scared the whole hotel could hear me. Tristan was relentless, chasing his pleasure as he drove into me with deep and long strokes. He flipped me around and pulled my knees close to my chest as he thrust into me, milking out every pleasure.

I held his gaze as he gripped my throat. I arched my back as I felt myself getting close. I threw my head back, watching the beautiful view before me as my body tensed for another orgasm. It was the best feeling ever. One I couldn’t put into words. A different kind of high.

I smiled at Tristan as he lay beside me, panting. I kissed him softly and watched him close his eyes. He pulled me into his arms, and we went to sleep, reeking of sweat and sex.

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