Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.) (38 page)

One hand slid around my neck and his fingers ticked the skin as they
lightly threaded through my hair. I felt his other hand land on my hip and
didn’t waste anytime to pull me onto his lap, all while keeping his lips locked
with mine. Air wasn't exactly on our list of priorities and the feel of his
muscles pressing against me caused my arms to wrap around his neck, trying to
make sure no space was existent.

The way his soft lips wrapped around mine perfectly was creating a
new adrenaline rush with every touch. And when I felt his lips part mine and
his tongue teased the inside of my mouth, my control was gone and I had no
intention on begging it back.

Who the fuck was I kidding when I said I would stay away from
Tristan? It was bound to happen really. Jamie even saw it.

My hands moved back and across his abdomen, my fingers unbuttoning
his shirt. A shiver ran up my spine when his hands dipped under my own clothes,
running a smooth line up my spine with his fingers before moving them around to
tease the skin on my ribs.

Things suddenly slowed down, but I wasn't sure if it was me or it
really was actually slowing down. Tristan's hands slowly crawled their way over
my bra, my nipples instantly hardening at the slow touch as his palm glided
over the fabric. His kisses had gradually slowed as well, and his tongue was
slowly moving against mine. His taste and touch got an instant reaction and I
was gripping at his shirt while a soft moan crawled up my throat. I always
loved Tristan's kisses. They went through me like an electrical current, and he
didn't even have to touch me anywhere else for it to happen, as long as his
tongue was touching mine, his lips pressing against mine, nothing else really
mattered.

His palm continued moving up and soon enough, he was pulling my
shirt over my head—that being the only time we stopped kissing. Catching my
breath and remembering what I was supposed to be doing, my fingers finished
unbuttoning his shirt, and as soon as all were done, the shirt was over his
shoulders and joining the floor. Unfortunately for my lips—but good for my
breathing—he started pressing open kisses down my jaw and neck, lightly nipping
at the skin before his tongue balanced it out. I wasn't disappointed for long
before his hands made their way back around my waist. My nails instinctively
pressed into the skin of his back when my hips moved on their own and felt the
satisfying bulge protruding from his slacks. And it wasn't until I heard the
growl come from deep within his chest, that I knew I couldn't—and I
wouldn’t—stop this. The fluttering in my stomach only confirmed that.

Panting, I ran my palms over the nail marks that I made. My cheek
pressed against his while his lips continued moving along my neck towards my
shoulders, never missing a piece of flesh.

“You make me feel weird things, you know,” I murmured. Finally
opening my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his shoulder blades, my palms moving
over his muscles as his arms tightened around my waist.

“What things?” he murmured, not removing his lips from my skin.

“I feel weird flutters,” I said, actually surprised that I hadn't stuttered
yet. The way his lips were still moving along my shoulders was almost making me
forget what I was going to say. “They feel light half the time.” Bringing my
hands away from his back, I pressed them against his abdomen. “They're here and
always seem to go crazy when you're around.”

Confusion came to me when he chuckled. What was so funny? “They're
called butterflies, and I'm honored to be able to do that,” he finally said.

These fuckers had a name?

“Butterflies,” I mumbled, starting to understand. “Odd name, but I
guess it fits.”

He chuckled again and I felt his head move as he kissed behind my
ear. I felt a snap coming from behind me, and without much warning he was
sliding my bra straps off my shoulders. Slowly and surely, he kissed everywhere
the straps went. When the bra was added to the slowly producing pile of
clothing on the floor, I felt him wrap his arms back around me, lifting me and
slowly placing me back down on the bed.

“If you think they're going crazy now,” he murmured as he met my
lips briefly, his palm slowly moving down the center of my chest, over my ribs
before finally resting against my abdomen. “Wait until they start going
insane.”

They were practically going insane now.

Tristan kissed me softly. Reluctantly removing his lip again, he
leaned back, his eyes starting to move over my body. Everywhere they went, a
burn followed and this wasn't a bad burn, it was more of sensual heat that ran
through me before settling in the pit of my stomach. He was practically
starting to create a sauna within me.

With his hands on my ribs, he leaned down and kissed my nose.
“You're so beautiful, Maya,” he said, “not just intoxicating, but you're so
fucking beautiful.”

I was about to have another one of those moments—you know, those
emotional ones. How the fuck did this guy find me beautiful right now? I wasn't
going to say that he was the first to tell me I was—frankly a lot of people
have said this—but they were all under my influence. Tristan wasn't, and I
guess that's what I was seeing right now. This guy—who wasn't under anything
but pure air—was kissing me. He was touching my skin, his lips were moving down
my chest, his hands were drawing lines over my abdomen, and I knew right then
that I needed this. I needed him.

My thoughts vanished and a breath of air escaped my lungs when his
tongue ran along my nipple. My back arched when he drew a circle around it
before drawing it into his mouth, only adding more pleasure to the ever growing
one in my stomach.

“Fuck,” I panted. My fingers automatically threaded through the
strands of his hair, gripping tightly as my chest moved unevenly. I bit down on
my lip, trying to fight a moan from passing through my lips when his tongue
continued working along my nipple, and it wasn’t until I felt his teeth graze
along the flesh that I realized my legs were around his waist, urging him for
more.

I was sure I was going to whimper when he moved his head, choosing
now to give the opposite nipple the same treatment.

“Tristan,” I said, “I can't—” my words cut off when his hips ground
into mine, completely erasing my mind from everything.

Fuck, I'm going to lose my mind soon.

Nonetheless, he was right. The butterflies were definitely going
insane now, and it wasn't going to be long before I start begging.

Surprisingly, Tristan moved away from my breasts, but I was only
more frustrated when he slowly started to kiss down the center of my abdomen.

Here comes the begging...

“Tristan,” I groaned.

“Maya,” he mimicked in his usual Tristan manner.

Ignoring it, I tugged at his hair. “You're fucking killing me here.”

“Hang on,” he said, continuing to kiss until he reached my belly
button. Slightly irritated, I released the grip on his hair and shifted my
body, trying to relieve some of the frustration from down below. His palms on
my stomach didn’t help with my moving, and I averted to gripping my sheets
desperately.

I released a huff and concentrated on the ceiling, trying to
distract my body from what was going on before it physically turned this all
around to have its way. Tristan must have heard the quick release of my breath
and he chuckled. “Hang on, baby. I have to do something.”

“I'm about to beg for sex soon and right now, I'm so fucking horny
that I could just finish this quickly.”

“Don't even think about it, Maya,” he warned, kissing towards my
right side. “This is my moment. I plan on spending as much as I can just
tasting you.”

“I'm sure you had that chance like three weeks ago,” I replied, not
really sure why we were having a conversation right now.

He either didn't hear me—or he was just ignoring my retort—but he
lightly ran a short line down my right side, before drawing the same line with
kisses. Slightly confused by this, I lifted my head, only to be greeted by his
blue eyes again as he moved back up my body.

“What do you want, Maya?” he asked, his lips purposely out of my
reach.

Narrowing my eyes, I finally understood what was going on. We were
back to three weeks ago, when he wanted me to admit what he always wanted to
hear, and fuck I wasn't even going to hesitate on my answer anymore.

Fuck that, I was almost drowning in my own hormones.

Staring into those aquamarine quartz's, I said, “I want you and I
need you so fucking badly.”

God, never thought I’d be begging for sex. I’m practically on the
receiving end of my own game.

Forgetting about the stupid fact that we still had our pants on, his
hand was quick to move down and push away the offending clothing. It was
obvious by the state of his shaft that he was in need of this as me. The
pulsing member was quick to touch my flesh, and I was pretty certain that
relief was starting to flow through my veins.

Fuck, he's not even in yet and it feels good.

“I want to make up for everything that's hurt you in the past,” he
said. I felt his tip slowly run along my flesh, teasing at first before
pressing against my entrance.

Grabbing his face between my hands, I moved my hips so his length
started to gradually move into me. “You already do that, Tristan,” I said
breathlessly, pressing my nose against his. “Every time you're around, you do
that.”

Our lips met once again when he fully pushed into me. It was like I
was losing my virginity all over again. The way he stretched me was so new, and
I knew it shouldn't be like this. But it was perfect. There was no pain. There
was no
cherry popping
—obviously—but it all felt new. And I guess this
really was new for me—for us—because this was completely different to all the
other times.

And if we're being honest, there's so much fucking sexual tension
that needs to be settled right now.

Slowly moving his lips over mine, Tristan slowly slid his length
out, making me groan before he moved it back in. It wasn’t long before we found
a rhythm that was perfect for us—not slow, but not fast at the same time. Our
lips refused to leave each other. Our hands touched anywhere and everywhere
that they could.

My climax was building ultimately and I remembered him telling me to
open my eyes in which I obliged. My nails dug into his back as he sunk himself
deeper inside me, his thrusts starting to get faster, harder, more urgent. I
remembered biting down on his lip when he gripped my hips, continuing to build
the heat inside me until I was at the peak.

And after what felt like hours later, I remembered feeling the
effect of pure ecstasy take over him and I, pushing us over the edge of
oblivion.

“I love you too,” I murmured, “I know it's a bit delayed, but I do.”

I was lying flat against his body, the blanket drawn over us like a
cocoon. Still fully naked, I was still trying to come down from the ultimate
high that I'd received no more than ten minutes ago.

Tristan lifted his head and looked down at me on his chest, a smile
reaching his face before he kissed my head in reply. I rested my cheek on his
chest, hearing the soft pump of his heart. There was something about the beat
that made me happy and I trailed the tip of my finger over the space where I
was sure his heart was. Then something hit me. “
Bethany
didn't show last night. I actually had an orgasm.”

The reply I got wasn't what I expected and Tristan's chest lifted as
he laughed. “I'm glad I could be of service to you then.”

“No.” I moved my face so I could look at him. “I mean…” I was unsure
if I wanted to say it, but he asked for honesty. “I never really orgasm when
I... you know. Usually
Bethany
takes over and it's like I have no sexual drive. This time I actually did. She
didn't show up.”

I expected Tristan to just stare at me weirdly and question my
sanity, but all he did was nod as he stared at the ceiling. “
Rosa
mentioned something about that.”

It was me who was staring weirdly at him. “What did she say?”

I could tell that Tristan didn't want to talk about this, but right
now I don't think I wanted to avoid this topic. He sighed. “The reason you lost
control last night was because
Bethany
was frustrated... I don't fully understand it but Rosa said that
because we were so close to each other, and the fact that she was getting so
many occurrences with... her other half—I guess that's a perfect way to put
it—but she got frustrated and she well, takes over.”

It wasn't surprising. In fact, it pretty much answered a lot of
questions. “That's why she's been hungry for the past few weeks, ever since the
night of your birthday.”

“Yep.” He nodded. “It triggered it all.”

I narrowed my eyes at Tristan. “
Rosa
seemed to tell you a lot of things.”

Immune to my facials, he grinned and his eyes flicked to mine. “You
were passed out for a while. If it wasn't for Ethan distracting her with the
others, we'd probably still be down there.”