Page 74 of A Love Like That

His dark smile twisted my insides. And even without his saying it, I knew he was enjoying himself. I was certainly enjoying myself, especially when he threaded his fingers through my hair, twisting it away from my neck in a ponytail. His grip was light, but I knew that could change at any moment. And that element of unpredictability excited me.

His eyes were focused on mine, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to. And I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. Not when Tristan was finally beginning to unravel.

“Yes,” he hissed, starting to thrust into my mouth. His dark eyes were hooded. His breath coming in pants. “Yes, Elle. That’s it.”

His movements were harder. Faster. He’d allowed me to take the lead, but now neither of us seemed to be in control. I suppressed my gag reflex, allowing him to fuck my mouth how he wanted. And when his grip on my hair tightened, the muscles of his stomach contracting, I knew he was close.

“God. You’re so beautiful.” He traced my jaw with his finger, his gaze full of adoration.

I dragged my nails down his ass, lower still, down the backs of his thighs. He jerked in response, and I fought the urge to touch myself. To make myself come.

“If you keep going, I’m going to fill your pretty mouth with my come,” he said. “Would you like that?”

The image alone had me writhing with need. And the words he said…

He tugged on my hair, forcing my head back. “Yes,” I panted. I wanted it. I wanted to please him more than anything. “I want you to fill me. I want to take you in all the way.”

“Then do it.”

As soon as I’d wrapped my mouth around him, he pulled me back closer, so that my nose was nearly pressed to his stomach. I took a deep breath and increased the suction, driving him wild with my tongue. I was completely focused on Tristan and his pleasure, his grunts making me realize he was close.

“Fuck, Elle. I love the way you suck my cock.”

I gripped his ass, holding him in place. Letting him know I wanted this. And then he growled his release, his body convulsing as warm, salty desire shot down my throat.

I kept going, licking until he was clean. Until he stumbled back and collapsed onto the bench. “Holy shit.”

I sank down, resting my butt on my heels, still recovering from the intensity of what we’d just shared. He leaned his head back against the wall, a euphoric expression on his face. I’d done that. I’d made him lose control.

“You okay?” he finally asked, scrubbing a hand over his face.

I smiled up at him, a bit dazed. “Yeah. That was…”

“Right?” He dragged a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

The washer chimed, and I stood and fixed my dress, smoothing a hand over my hair. “I better take care of that.” I yawned. I had no idea what time it was, but considering the washer had completed its cycle, it had to be late.

He dressed then said, “Go to bed. I’ll take care of it.”

I smiled to myself as I started moving the clothes over from the washer to the dryer, setting some aside to hang. I spied Tessa’s dress and shoved it farther into the washer. Judging by what we’d just done, I might have been wrong about the dress. But I didn’t want to give Tristan any reasons to think of my sister when he was with me.

I felt the ghost of his hand on my back. Tracing the curve of my hip. My body lit up from his touch, and then it was gone.

“Thanks, but it won’t take long,” I said.

Tristan swept my hair away from my shoulder and kissed my neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course. You know I don’t mind doing the laundry.” I spun to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Thanks for that too.” He grinned.

“Oh.” I laughed. “Were you thanking me for the blow job?”

He considered it a moment then said, “For helping me let go.”

NINETEEN

“Okay.” I crouched down to the floor, glancing between Maddox and Savannah. “What do we do when Ellie opens the door?”

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