Chapter 8

8

Tristan

A n hour after dinner had ended, the kitchen cleaned, and both of us now sitting in the living room, I could say with certainty that we were drunk—not shitfaced, not totally trashed that we didn't know what the hell was going on, but drunk enough that we laughed too much and too long at the stupidest things, buzzed enough that I wasn’t even trying not to find reasons to touch her.

I wanted to push a strand of her blond hair away from her cheek, let my fingers linger on her smooth skin. I didn’t stop myself from laying on the charm hella thick, flirting shamelessly, throwing out the compliments until I should have felt embarrassed as hell for being so damn obvious, but at that moment not even caring.

“Oh my gosh, you have to stop,” she gasped out in between laughing. Dolly wiped a few stray tears that slipped down her cheeks as she tried to compose herself.

“I swear, it’s the entire truth.” I leaned back on the couch and shifted on the cushion so I could really stare at her. One of my legs was bent and resting on the cushion, my knee brushing against hers. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t purposefully sit like this so a part of me was touching her.

“You're telling me—” she finally said after composing herself, and the way her grin was spread across her face, her straight, white teeth flashing in pure happiness and amusement, had my heart beating a funny rhythm. “That you literally got into a fight over a loaf of bread?”

I couldn’t help my own smile from spreading. “Hey now. The asshole tried to overcharge me for some plain as hell white bread like it was imported. I barely had two nickels to rub together at the time, so I wasn’t gonna let him try and trick me into giving him any more when it was already day-old bread. So I said, ‘Give me the bread for what it’s worth, or I’ll give you a knuckle sandwich.’”

She tipped her head back and started laughing, and I was transfixed by the graceful arch of her neck. “Oh my God,” she wheezed out. “You did not say ‘knuckle sandwich.’”

I chuckled deeply. “I was fifteen and thought I was tough. What can I say?”

Her laugh had my cock twitching. The fucker had been hard this entire time, but I’d been able to hide it with strategically placed hands, an arm, even one of the throw pillows on the couch at one point.

We laughed for a few more minutes, and then we both started to sober slightly, not because the alcohol was fading, but because the atmosphere got a little bit more serious, the thickness between us accelerating. Or at least that’s how it felt to me the longer I stared at Dolly and the way I let my gaze shamelessly move along every single inch of her.

I knew the moment she realized I was staring at her a little too hard, a little too intensely; her shoulders went back slightly, and her spine straightened. I saw the prettiest blush tint her high cheekbones, watched as she lifted her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers shaking slightly.

“I’m sorry,” I found myself saying and blindly reached for one of the throw pillows that I’d kicked off the couch, placing it over my lap strategically, hoping she wouldn’t see the obvious reason why I needed to do that.

“What for?” she said softly as she looked at me with an almost shy expression on her face.

She started picking at the edge of her shirt, and I could tell she was nervous. I hated that I’d made her feel that way but hoped it was a reaction because she was feeling the same kind of intense arousal and chemistry for me as I felt for her.

“For blatantly staring.” She snapped her head up after I spoke those words, and our gazes locked.

“I didn’t notice,” she whispered.

I smirked and braced my arm over the back of the couch, leaning forward an inch, keeping my focus trained right on her. “Yes, you have,” I said so softly that I would’ve wondered if she’d even heard me if not for the fact her eyes flared slightly. “I haven’t made it a secret, Dolly. I’ve been staring at you so much tonight there’s no way you can’t feel it.” I blamed the alcohol for the way I ran my mouth, but the truth was I didn’t think I would’ve been able to wait very long to keep my feelings from her, not with her now living with me.

This moment was bound to happen sooner rather than later, and it seemed the alcohol accelerated the process. “You can feel it, can’t you?” I wasn’t only talking about my gaze constantly being on her tonight. I was talking about the electricity and intense chemistry that moved between us like a living entity.

And then I noticed the subtle changes in her. Her pupils dilating, her lips parting as she sucked in a shallow breath, her chest starting to rise and fall fast with her increased breathing.

I shouldn’t have let my gaze lower to her chest, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to see how much her body was affected by me like mine was by her. And as I saw her hard little nipples poking through her shirt, I nearly groaned at how good all of this felt.

“Yeah,” she whispered, and I lifted my gaze to her face. “I’ve noticed.” Her voice was soft… breathless. She started biting her bottom lip again, and I wondered if it was a nervous habit. Regardless, my cock jerked in response.

“Come here.” My voice was deep, husky, and those two words spilled from me before I could stop them.

“Tristan?” Although she said my name like a question, she moved closer, this needful quality to her tone.

When she was close enough to me that the only thing I smelled was the scent of vanilla that clung to her, I lifted my hand and cupped her cheek. I felt bold, high on her. I couldn’t think straight with her around, not with the sight of her, her very scent, and the feel of Dolly’s silky skin against my fingers. My brain was short circuiting until I didn’t know what I was doing.

I didn’t know up from down, inside from out. I couldn’t even have told somebody my name at that moment. And when I felt her lean into my touch, my barely hanging-on control just fucking snapped.

I slid my hand around her to grip her nape, curling my fingers around the back of her neck softly, pulling her closer, not being as forceful as I wanted to because I wanted to give her a moment to tell me no, to stop this if that’s what she wanted.

But she said nothing, and instead leaned in even closer, her eyes hooded, her lips parted as she breathed in and out quickly, her warm, sweet-smelling breath teasing my mouth and making my cock thicken impossibly further.

I’d never been so hard in my life, my balls drawn up tightly, the tip of my dick wet from my pre-cum. At this rate, the front of my jeans would be damp, my body so ready to take hers, to claim hers that it had a mind of its own.

“Dolly.” I said her name softly and let my gaze travel down to her lips. She licked them as if my focus was a physical touch. I reached down and tossed the throw pillow away, urging her to see what she did to me in the most physical way.

When I pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes, I could see that her attention was down at my crotch. I watched as her eyes widened as she took in the massive erection I sported.

“Do you see what you do to me?” She licked her lips again, but her focus was still on my raging hard-on. Her mouth opened and closed, but it was as if she couldn’t find the words. So I slid my hand off of her neck and used my thumb and forefinger under her chin to tip her head back so she could look into my eyes again. “Tell me what you want.” I could’ve told her the dozen different things I wanted to do.

For long seconds, she didn’t answer. I didn't think she would, but then she slowly dragged her tongue along her bottom lip again in an almost sensual way and lifted her hand to cup mine, which was still against her cheek. I couldn’t hold in the groan that spilled from me.

“I want you to kiss me, Tristan.”

A harsh growl left me, one I couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop even if I tried. I had my hands tangled in her hair at the back of her head a second later, pulled her roughly… maybe too roughly against me, and slammed my mouth down on hers.

She tasted like the beer we’d had for dinner, hoppy notes of honey. I swiped my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she gasped, her mouth parting for me, an invitation I immediately accepted as I plunged my tongue into her sweet, hot recesses.

I kept her face pressed to mine as I devoured her lips and tongue, fucking her mouth because I couldn’t stop myself. I was too far gone in my need for her, my cock throbbing, my balls aching.

Dolly shifted, throwing a leg over my waist, sinking down on me until it took everything in me not to tear our clothes off and sink my cock into her pussy. She started rocking against me, back and forth, rubbing that sweet little cunt on my denim-clad dick until I felt so much pre-cum seep from the tip of my shaft that I knew it was soaking my jeans.

I knew, without a doubt, that Dolly would let me take her right here and right now. She’d let me fuck her on this couch, the sound of my groan slapping against hers, the sensation of my cock tunneling in her cunt the only thing that I could feel. I knew this by her sweet little mewls, by the way she moaned and rocked back and forth on me, rubbing herself on my erection as if she desperately wanted to get off.

And I needed her to.

So I gripped her waist and helped her by moving her back and forth, lifting my hips up when she ground down, needing her to explode on top of me… because of me.

“Come on, Dolly,” I gruffly said against her lips, not kissing her, just letting my lips brush along hers with every whispered word I said. “I want to know you got off because of me, right over my cock. Give that to me.” I tangled a hand tighter in her hair, keeping my other one clamped down on her waist. “Now, Dolly,” I growled. “Come right fucking now.”

She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, her lips parting as she moaned loudly and long. And holy fuck was it the most gorgeous, fucking hot thing I’d ever seen.

Her cheeks became even pinker, her lips redder. I groaned, on the verge of coming just from the sight of her, the knowledge of her orgasming right above me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

She panted as she rode out her ecstasy, and the moment she came down from her high, I kissed her long and slowly.

“I want you,” she begged and kissed me harder, slipping her tongue in and out of my mouth. “I want you so much.”

Holy fuck, she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. And as turned on as I was, I also was with it enough that I had to keep my head on straight, either starting something permanent with Dolly, or possibly crossing lines and ruining what could be so fucking special.

“I want this,” I groaned and rested my forehead against hers. “God, I fucking want this, Dolly. But I don’t want to rush. I don’t want to be buzzed when I’m with you, not for the first time, and not any time after that.” I should have shut my damn mouth, kept my words to myself because I might be scaring the hell out of her because of my need for her.

“I’m not a virgin,” she said softly. “I mean, it was only once years ago, but if that’s a reason you don’t want to right now?—”

I kissed her, stopping her from saying anything else. “I just want to make it special for you, especially when we are together.” I pulled back and looked into her full eyes. “And it’s been a long time since I was with anyone. Fifteen years, to be specific.” That truth could have been what ended all of this, words that would have her question what the hell was wrong with me that I’d stayed celibate for so long. “I just realized I didn’t need that in my life unless it was with someone special.” I smoothed my fingers along her cheeks. “So we can wait. We have all the time in the world. Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” she whispered and now was the one to cup my face, keeping our foreheads locked together, kissing me softly and sweetly.

“Okay,” I said in response and then wrapped my arms fully around her and just held her.

I just held her, and God it was one of the greatest fucking sensations I’d ever experienced in my life.