Being With You (The Redemption Series) (8 page)

Burying her head against his chest, she answered with a groan. She spoke into his shirt, “If this is about the crap I spewed at you when we first met, please forget I even said anything. I was just trying to get a rise out of you…”

Tristan chuckled deep in his chest and was relieved to feel Susy do the same. He lightened the tension of the moment by grinding his hips against Susy so she could feel his erection against her belly. “Well, you did get a rise out of me this time.”

Susy pulled back for a moment and held a mask of concern on her face as she asked, “I do want to ask something first, but I don’t want you to get mad at me…”

Tristan couldn’t help but frown at her words, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want to answer questions right now. He’d hoped Susy was comfortable enough to never hesitate in asking him a question for fear of him getting angry. That was one thing he hoped he would
never
do to anyone…no matter what the question. It was a childhood fear in him that he hoped he never unleashed on anyone else.

“Susy,” he said her name like it was a prayer to the heavens, “honey, you don’t even need to preface your questions like that.” He softly kissed her forehead and pulled her back against him. “Ask me anything.”

She turned her head to the side so she wasn’t speaking into his chest and asked, “Are you sure you and Peyton are done? I don’t want to drive a bigger wedge between you. I really do like her and she was good for you,” Susy sighed against his chest, then finished in a rush, “I just don’t know where you two stand.”

Tristan replied with a question of his own. “If I say we’re through and have been for more than a month, will you believe me?”

Susy tugged out of his arms and backed away from him. “If it’s the truth, then yes. I’m only asking because I don’t want to hurt you in the end. We got a good thing going between us, and I’m ready to add more to our dynamic, but not if it’ll cost you something in the long run.”

Tristan puffed out the breath he was holding, then answered, “Sus, Peyton and I were both ready for that relationship to be done. Was it hard to let her go? Yes. Do I want her back in my life right now? No. It wasn’t a healthy relationship and we both walked away without a promise of something more later on. She’s the kind of woman that needs a steady, normal family with all the promises and expectations out of life. I don’t expect her to wait around for me, nor does she expect me to do the same.”

“You know that for a fact, Tristan?”

“Susy, Peyton and I were only together for a few months, but she will always be one of the most influential people in my life. I’m not going to cheapen what we had by saying I don’t give a fuck about her. Because I did…I mean, I do.”

Tristan could feel himself rambling on, and the moment between the two of them was rapidly passing by. It was so hard to describe his relationship with Peyton to anyone, especially someone who could see how extremely close the two of them were at one time. But she was gone, and they hadn’t spoken at all since that day at the lake in November. Tristan had learned to shelve any lingering feelings for Peyton; if nothing more than to keep them as a reminder that good people do exist in the world.

“Susy, I would never take advantage of you. There is nothing I’d love more than for us to lose ourselves in each other tonight, but not if you have doubts. Peyton was there for me when I was about as fucked up as possible, and part of me will always stay with her. But I’m here with you now.”

After another kiss on Susy’s forehead, Tristan walked away to his bedroom, tossing his work shirt off as he went. “I need a shower. I smell like a fucking grease pit. You can join me if you want to, Sus.” He winked back at her, surprised to see a frown marring her beautiful face.
Well, that answers that question
, he thought to himself, and shut the door to the bathroom and finished stripping down for his shower.

The warm spray was welcome on his chilled skin, and he scrubbed his hands over his face a few times to wash away more than just the dirt and grime. Tristan loved a good hot shower to physically wash away the day and clean off the old to start a new. After soaping up his hair, he closed his eyes and turned around to rinse out the suds. He jumped when something brushed across his chest, and his eyes surged open to see Susy standing in the shower with him, gloriously naked.

His already semi-erect cock twitched to life and Susy noticed the movement, bringing her eyes down his body to his manhood. Without saying a word, she reached out her tiny hand and grasped him firmly around the base. Tristan groaned from deep inside his chest at the feeling, and his head fell back against the glass enclosure. “Christ, Sus.”

They stood sideways under the water, and she continued to stroke him back and forth, using both hands to jack him off. Her talented fingers were working quickly to bring him to the edge, and he could feel the tingling building in his balls. Not wanting things to end so quickly, Tristan grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away, maneuvering them so he was holding them both in one hand. That left his other hand free to travel; he brushed across her nipple and flattened his palm against her side and ran it down her back and over the swell of her backside. She was quite a bit shorter than he was, so sex in a shower just wasn’t going to be possible, not like he wanted. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with her while they cleaned up.

Tristan lifted her hands higher until they were near the top of her head. “Put your hands behind your head and lean back against the wall,” his voice was thick with desire and he could hear the hitch in her breathing when he told her what to do. Like he expected her to, Susy laced her fingers behind her head and slowly inched back to lean against the shower. She closed her eyes and moaned before Tristan had even laid a finger on her.

Chuckling, Tristan asked, “Are you excited, Sus?” he brushed his day-old growth against her face and inched his way back to her ear, nipping at her jaw the whole way. By the time he made it to his destination, she was quivering in his arms. “I meant what I said, Susy. I’m not looking for a submissive lover, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take you out of your head when you need it. Just let go and feel while I clean you up. Okay?”

“Oh, fuck yes…” was her garbled reply as he traced her pulse down her neck with his tongue, directing him down toward her chest. He pulled back to look at her breasts and weighed them in his hands, earning him a groan.

“Hmm,” he muttered as he passed his thumbs over the tight nubbins and Susy arched even further into his touch. Remembering that he was supposed to be cleaning her up, Tristan reached for her bottle of body wash then lathered up her loofah. He gave each of the swells a chaste kiss before he worked a lather up against her skin and moved across each of her perfect breasts in turn.

“Ahhhh,” Susy was repeating out loud as her hips were grinding against his leg, searching for something to pulse against. Tristan moved over enough and angled his leg so that she could ride against his thigh, while he held her up under her arms with his hands. He needed to balance her because with limbs above her head, she was teetering to remain upright. Even as he held onto her this way, her body was small enough that he could still use his thumbs to brush back and forth over her hard as point nipples.

Her pleas got louder as she found a rhythm, sliding up and down against his leg. She was lost in her own pleasure, and moved her hands from behind her head to Tristan’s shoulders.

“Can you come like this, Susy?”

“Fuck yes,” she answered and picked up her pace.

Tristan held her tight and leaned down to her neck, needing to do more for her than just stand there, barely touching her nipples while she got off on his leg. He nipped and licked at her skin, moving down to the juncture of flesh, tensing his teeth over the smooth area.

Susy was shaking like a leaf, and was practically sobbing in his arms with her demands for release. Tristan tried to move his hands from her breasts down her sides to assist her with soft touches to her clit. She continued to move back and forth then shook her head.

“No, my breasts, Tristan. Please. Again.”

Loving that she was actively participating, Tristan smiled against her neck and said, “Yes, ma’am,” and went back to fondling her nipples as he held her up against the wall.

She went right back to writhing and panting in his arms, and he bit into her shoulder, increasing the pressure until her head flew back and she repeated as she came, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh f-f-f-u-ucckkk!!”

T
he water had run cold by the time they finished actually cleaning themselves in the shower. They were working their way to the bedroom when Tristan felt a twinge of pain in his lower back. It wasn’t overly painful, just annoying and he rubbed the ache with his free hand. The other hand was currently occupied pulling his giggling roommate into his bedroom for some more late night activities.

“If you wanted a massage, Tristan, you could have just asked me. Instead of playing like you’re hurt, goofball,” Susy told him. They were standing next to his bed now, both wrapped in just bath towels. She motioned for him to lie on the bed. “I’m pretty good with my hands…I can work a kink out of your spine in no time.”

Tristan quirked an eyebrow. “I’m familiar with how good your hands are, Sus. But I don’t really want them on my back right now.” She was holding her towel close against her body, and with one quick swipe, Tristan yanked it from her hands, letting his own towel fall as well in the process.

Hoisting a squealing Susy up into the air, he playfully tossed her onto the bed and she landed with an
umph
.

Tristan slowly crept onto the bed and waited until Susy had regained her wits before stalking toward her. “I’m gonna pin you to this bed and make you…” his words halted as the pain in his back returned again, this time a little sharper. It was strong enough this time to catch his breath and he grimaced.

“You aren’t gonna make me do anything, Tristan. Now lie down on the bed and let me give you a massage,” Susy told him with conviction as she pat the spot in between them on the bed.

Relenting, he lay on the spot she marked and stretched out flat, having to adjust his dick to keep from crushing the turgid length with his own weight. “Fine, but only if you sit on my ass buck naked while you do it.”

Susy teased him with a playful slap on his bare butt, the sound echoing off the blank walls in his room. Tristan jolted up and looked over his shoulder at Susy, seeing a soft smile gracing her face. “Sorry, my hand slipped,” she told him before straddling his thighs and moving her lower half up and onto his ass.

Wriggling about for a minute to find a comfortable spot, she was brushing the thin strip of hair on her mound around, as she stroked his skin with feather lite touches. It was the first time he’d felt sensations quite like this, and his excitement was growing with every pass of her intimate folds. She was getting into it, practically purring as she teased them both, working herself back into a frenzy. Her body moved back and she slowly eased herself down to let her full weight rest on his ass, making Tristan groan in protest.

Susy must’ve heard him and misunderstood, because she jumped off him like he’d burned her. “I’m sorry, honey! Are you okay?”

Tristan buried his face in his pillow and laughed before answering her, “Damn it, I was until you stopped moving around. Get back up there, Sus. That felt good.”

“But I haven’t even touched your back yet!” she told him incredulously.

He craned his neck around to look over her shoulder and growled, “Right now, Sus, I don’t give a fuck about the twinge in my back,” he rolled quickly and held onto her around the waist when he could reach, keeping her hovering over his midsection. He let her sit back on his thighs as his cock twitched between them. “I need your attention somewhere else…Please,” he added through gritted teeth.

Her resulting chuckle could have been construed as sadistic, but Tristan knew it was lighthearted. Susy stretched forward and ran her hands from the tops of his shoulders, down his collarbone, over his chest and down his abs. She traced the line of his lower oblique muscles with her fingertips and moaned, “I’ve never been with someone who had such taut fuck lines.” Her words were emphasized with her tongue tracing the line up one side and down the other. When she finished the descent on the other side, she ended up directly in line with his throbbing cock, and didn’t hesitate in pulling it into her mouth.

“Argh,” Tristan groaned, trying to hold still and not arch his back and shove himself down her throat. She was able to get most of his length in her mouth, but stopped short and fisted the base with her hand. With a slow, torturous slide, she released part of his cock, but quickly moved back down. She repeated the process over and over, making Tristan feel the slow burn building in his balls.

“Enough,” he called out when he reached his limit. He needed to be inside her warm body and watch her come apart as he did.

“Condom,” he called out as he panted to catch his breath. “I don’t have any in here.”