can’t do
this. I’m your employee,” I whispered into his mouth. But inside, I
laughed at my own unconvincing words, feeling the heat between my
legs penetrate my dampened panties.
The open
elevator door chimed the second time.
“Your body
says we can.” He cupped my engorged breasts, one in each hand,
squeezing them in slow motion, feeling their full weight.
I held my
breath, pushing my chest into his palms, filling them.
He looked
straight into my eyes. “And you’re not hired until the
morning.”
This time, his
mouth took my lips slowly. The forceful tongue softened, teasing my
gums, and I couldn’t get enough of his taste as he guided me into
his apartment. We never broke our kiss and I couldn’t remember when
my arms wrapped around his neck and fingers weaved through his
silky hair. Tristan’s hands slid down my body and under my skirt,
scrunching it up to my waist, and I felt him smile against my
mouth.
“You’re
prepared.” His palm covered the hand gun in a holster strapped to
my thigh.
“You never
know what weirdo you’ll run into on the street.”
He laughed,
pulling the buckle open. Tristan set my piece aside on the
table.
“What else are
you hiding there?” He drew his finger along my brow, looking deep
into my eyes. And for a moment I thought he could see everything,
including my soul.
“Things I can
never forget.” Did I just say that?
“I want to
help you forget, for tonight at least.” The comfort and
understanding in his eyes struck me deep inside. But behind those
deep amber-like gems there was also pain. I wasn’t the only one
hurting. Whatever had happened to Tristan must have been bad.
Perhaps he was scarred as deep as I was? Had he ever allowed anyone
to see what was hidden, layers deep inside his heart? I wondered
what secrets he held and whether he’d share them.
“I’m going to
fuck you now.” His voice thickened with lust as his fingers gripped
the lace panties on my ass. The way he’d said this so nonchalantly
comforted me. Like it was something we both needed and wanted.
A fuck to
forget.
“If that’s
what two thousand dollars buys, fuck away.” When I looked into his
eyes, Tristan understood completely.
Tightening his
grip, he lifted me up and seized my mouth. I wrapped my legs around
his waist, my arms holding onto his upper body. Tristan carried me
across his apartment, but I couldn’t remember a single detail about
the place, except the faint smell of scotch, manly musk, and
Tristan.
I loved
smelling him.
His lips felt
so good and natural against my mouth, just as it had when he’d
kissed me that first time in the car. I’d dreamt about that
luscious kiss every night. But this was much better than a dream,
because his lips were warm and real. His bulging arms and flexing
muscles as he carried me so effortlessly pulsed under my body. I
wasn’t sure when he’d laid me down on the bed, or removed my skirt,
panties, or even the top, because the next time he pulled away from
my mouth and I looked up, I was naked, in a faintly lit bedroom,
propped on my elbows, watching Tristan remove his jeans and
shirt.
The tented
boxers didn’t remain long on him either. Oh, God, what was
happening to me? I’d had sex before, but this... and him... why did
it feel so different? I hadn’t been with him yet, but something
told me I wouldn’t want anyone else after this.
Tristan
crawled onto the bed and pushed my feet up, bending my knees. My
full front was exposed and soaking for him. I knew it and so did
he. The hungry smile on his face made every muscle in my body tense
with anticipation. He lowered his head between my knees and dove
into me without warning, and I thought I heard myself scream as his
mouth spread my juices and his fingers parted my wet folds. Or
perhaps it was all in my head? I don’t quite remember. All I know
is that no one had ever taken me the way Tristan did. He teased
with the utmost patience, licking me up and down before
this. I’m your employee,” I whispered into his mouth. But inside, I
laughed at my own unconvincing words, feeling the heat between my
legs penetrate my dampened panties.
The open
elevator door chimed the second time.
“Your body
says we can.” He cupped my engorged breasts, one in each hand,
squeezing them in slow motion, feeling their full weight.
I held my
breath, pushing my chest into his palms, filling them.
He looked
straight into my eyes. “And you’re not hired until the
morning.”
This time, his
mouth took my lips slowly. The forceful tongue softened, teasing my
gums, and I couldn’t get enough of his taste as he guided me into
his apartment. We never broke our kiss and I couldn’t remember when
my arms wrapped around his neck and fingers weaved through his
silky hair. Tristan’s hands slid down my body and under my skirt,
scrunching it up to my waist, and I felt him smile against my
mouth.
“You’re
prepared.” His palm covered the hand gun in a holster strapped to
my thigh.
“You never
know what weirdo you’ll run into on the street.”
He laughed,
pulling the buckle open. Tristan set my piece aside on the
table.
“What else are
you hiding there?” He drew his finger along my brow, looking deep
into my eyes. And for a moment I thought he could see everything,
including my soul.
“Things I can
never forget.” Did I just say that?
“I want to
help you forget, for tonight at least.” The comfort and
understanding in his eyes struck me deep inside. But behind those
deep amber-like gems there was also pain. I wasn’t the only one
hurting. Whatever had happened to Tristan must have been bad.
Perhaps he was scarred as deep as I was? Had he ever allowed anyone
to see what was hidden, layers deep inside his heart? I wondered
what secrets he held and whether he’d share them.
“I’m going to
fuck you now.” His voice thickened with lust as his fingers gripped
the lace panties on my ass. The way he’d said this so nonchalantly
comforted me. Like it was something we both needed and wanted.
A fuck to
forget.
“If that’s
what two thousand dollars buys, fuck away.” When I looked into his
eyes, Tristan understood completely.
Tightening his
grip, he lifted me up and seized my mouth. I wrapped my legs around
his waist, my arms holding onto his upper body. Tristan carried me
across his apartment, but I couldn’t remember a single detail about
the place, except the faint smell of scotch, manly musk, and
Tristan.
I loved
smelling him.
His lips felt
so good and natural against my mouth, just as it had when he’d
kissed me that first time in the car. I’d dreamt about that
luscious kiss every night. But this was much better than a dream,
because his lips were warm and real. His bulging arms and flexing
muscles as he carried me so effortlessly pulsed under my body. I
wasn’t sure when he’d laid me down on the bed, or removed my skirt,
panties, or even the top, because the next time he pulled away from
my mouth and I looked up, I was naked, in a faintly lit bedroom,
propped on my elbows, watching Tristan remove his jeans and
shirt.
The tented
boxers didn’t remain long on him either. Oh, God, what was
happening to me? I’d had sex before, but this... and him... why did
it feel so different? I hadn’t been with him yet, but something
told me I wouldn’t want anyone else after this.
Tristan
crawled onto the bed and pushed my feet up, bending my knees. My
full front was exposed and soaking for him. I knew it and so did
he. The hungry smile on his face made every muscle in my body tense
with anticipation. He lowered his head between my knees and dove
into me without warning, and I thought I heard myself scream as his
mouth spread my juices and his fingers parted my wet folds. Or
perhaps it was all in my head? I don’t quite remember. All I know
is that no one had ever taken me the way Tristan did. He teased
with the utmost patience, licking me up and down before
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