Entangled (Vice Games) (13 page)

He took up his other hand and placed it on his heart. I felt its liveliness; a racing beat that hid beneath his calm exterior.

‘This is not a lie.’

I exhaled softly as he lowered his face towards mine. I did not move and allowed myself to be lost in the moment. His tender lips came close to mine and for the first time it touched. Warmth filled my heart as he gently kissed me. It lasted only a second but it felt much longer. He pulled away slowly and observed my reaction. My lips curved in a smile and he mirrored it with his own grin. He bent down and our lips touched again.

Tristan wrapped his strong arms tightly around me and I felt
his body pressed against mine. Our breathing quickened. He lowered his body and slipped his arms beneath my legs. Within moments, I was in the air as he carried me inside. He kicked the door close and I soon found myself on his bed.

My body riveted at his touch as he slipped his hand up my shirt. He caressed my skin with an expert
touch and did not hold back his desires and passion he felt for me. It was more than just my body and I felt it in the way he ran his lips over my neck, teasing me until I leaked with juice and pressed against my crotch was his hard and awake member. Electricity covered my skin as he pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts to him in the dim light. He kissed them and I gasped for breath at the sensation caused by his lips. I ran my hands over his back as I threw back my head in delight. There was no need for words and when my fingers moved to undo his buttons, our fate together was sealed.

Tristan kissed every inch of my skin and it made me flush with heat.
His body was the same and we were suddenly on fire. My pants came off and so did his. He straddled on top of me and we kissed – hard, fast and passionate. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed himself down on top of me. I threw my head back when he ran his lips down my neck and had to gasp for breath as it sent a wave through my body.

Then he stopped and our eyes met. I was breathing hard. He bent down and kiss
ed my forehead.

‘Are you ready?’ he whispered in my ear.

I nodded. He pulled his hips away and without hesitation pushed his finger inside me. I gasped and I felt my muscles pulsate as he explored my hot wet hole. I tightened my grip on his shoulders and arched my back in response. I could feel him. He moved his fingers in and out; preparing me for is to follow. Tristan wrapped his lips over one of my nipples and suckled hard, flicking jolts down my spine with his tongue. It threatened to break me. I threw back my head at the sensations that flooded my skin and twisted my insides with a strange yet delightful pleasure. I gasped for air, on the brink of something I’ve never felt with a man before.

He moved on top of me again and his heavy body pressed down against me. I felt him between my legs, a large living creature pressed against my inner thigh.
We kissed and I followed him as he pulled away. One of his hands disappeared to guide another towards the river that swelled and throbbed for attention. I closed my eyes and arched my head back in anticipation.

My insides expanded and constricted as he forced his way in. My legs instantly wrapped around his tight ass and pulled him towards me.
Tristan held me tightly against his chest and sat me up on his legs. The force of the move pushed me down on him and I gasped when he entered me fully. He held me tight as I began to rock up and down. He kissed my shoulder and then my neck. I threw my head back in response and his arms cradled my arching back. I gasped for air. There didn’t seem to be enough of it in the room. Tristan gripped me tightly and controlled my rhythm as I struggled to contain the building wave in my crotch.

‘Don’t rush it,’
he whispered, his hot breath filling my ear.

‘I can’t,’ I gasped.

He kissed me, a distracting move that prolonged the build-up that threatened to burst through like a broken dam.

‘Not yet,’ he said.

He pushed me down on the bed and gained control over my body while remaining inside. My legs lifted up in response and then wrapped itself around his waist. I wanted to be on top and moved against his strong pressing chest. Tristan complied and I was seated on him once again. My muscles tightened with vibrations and knew that I was about to lose control. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and allowed me to ride him as I wished.

I closed my eyes and pre
ssed my face into his shoulder as I struggled for air. He held me as I bounced on him, each move ramming his member deep into me. The dam broke and I lost my strength. Tristan took over and was on top of me. I allowed him to take care of the rest as he pushed hard and jammed his body against mine. A shocking wave moved through me and I threw my head back into the bed. My fingers gripped his arms as we danced to this pleasurable tune. I felt his lips against my face as the rhythm increased and I moaned softly. I felt his body vibrate as he pressed hard and fast into me. He closed his eyes and seemed to hold his breath as we climbed together towards an incredible place. My lips quivered and my body trembled with heat. I felt his arms around me as he pushed deep inside me, the tip of his member ramming against my wall. I wanted to scream but no sound could come out as the sudden push winded me.

What happened next was indescribably unexplainable.
My virginity was taken and he came inside me, shooting his load like a cannon burst. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I gasped in pain and pleasure. Our juices ran together and he paused, him body on top of mine. It was done. I was completely his.

Tristan kissed me and moved down between my breasts as he settled down and pulled out. My body became limp as he lay on top of me. I was exhausted but wide awake. He came back up again and kissed my lips. The passionate fire quelled but he continued to move his lips over my neck then back to my lips again. We then paused and he looked into my eyes. I smiled and that was the end of our first night.

I woke up to Tristan beside me. He caressed my hair and although not a word was exchanged between us, we seemed to understand each other for the first time. He smiled at me, his luscious lips reminding me of the pleasure they had sent through my body last night. Tristan reached out and brushed a lock of hair from my face. The soft caress of his fingers against my skin woke me with an electrifying sensation that moved down the side of my neck. Tristan could see the effect he had over me and grinned. It pleased him to know that I enjoyed
last night as much as he did.

I was thoroughly sore and was surprised to that
bruises had developed where Tristan had gripped me too tightly. It must have happened in the heat of the moment.

‘I’m sorry about that,’ he said and kissed them tenderly.

There were also red pots on his white sheets and I reminded myself to change them before Lorraine discovered it. He chuckled as he read my thoughts.

‘I’ll take care of it,’ he said.

I used his shower and scooted back to my room with one of his towels wrapped around me. On the way out, I noticed that Tristan had taken the sheets and my clothes. I guessed that he had disappeared downstairs to put them in the laundry. My inner thighs felt as if I had just rammed it into something hard and stretched it from all that wrapping I did around his tight ass. My face turned red at the thought and as I caught my reflection in the mirror, I could not help but feel embarrassed. I never imagined my first time to be like this but there was not a hint of regret inside me, only the pleasant feeling of feeling closer towards Tristan.

When I had slipped on a pair of jeans and loose t-shirt, a knock sounded on my door and Tristan came in.
He closed the door and came to stand behind me, his clean white shirt neatly buttoned and tucked into his ironed dark grey suit pants. He must have jumped into the shower right after me and came out smelling like a god.

‘Everything alright?’
he asked, his arms wrapped around me and his cheek pressed against mine. We looked into the mirror and saw our grinning reflection. I nodded.

We went down stairs together and Anna was already halfway through her breakfast. She gave us an enquiring look and although Tristan and I said very little to her, it was not hard for Anna to guess what happened last night. She did not press me for details, obviously not wanting to involve herself in the private affairs of her brother’s private night time activities. But I could see it upon her face that she was happy.

Tristan held a perpetual grin and gave me a kiss on my cheek before he left for work. It made me blush when he did it in the presence of his sister. But he didn’t seem to care and Anna beamed with delight at the turn of events. For once, something was not a lie.

I took it easy for the rest o
f the day and ended up baking cupcakes with Anna. Tristan returned from work an hour earlier. He found Anna and I huddled over the computer looking over an array of wedding dresses and floral arrangements. Tristan was thrilled to see me finally involved in the plans. As night fell, I began to feel slightly confused about what to do with myself. Anna made a beeline for her room after dinner. Lorraine and Jace disappeared. I soon found myself alone in my room again and could not help but anticipate what would happen next. There seems to be a pent up expectation that squirmed inside my stomach. The suspense was driving me with madness. Or perhaps I simply didn’t know what to do as the memories of last night came back to me.

Should I go back to his room? Is he coming to mine? Are we doing it again or not? Do I want to do it again? Was I just imagining things? What the he
ll did I just do last night? Is the pain supposed to last this long? Will it hurt again?

I threw myself back onto the bed and stared at the blank ceiling.
As I lay there, the door creaked open and Tristan stood with his shoulder leaning against the door frame. He narrowed his eyes enquiringly at me. There must have been some sort of growing turmoil on my face as he immediately came inside and picked me up. He moved me to his room and sat me down on his bed.

Tristan studied my face and did not kiss me. This caused me to feel a wave of confusion.
Was this how I’m supposed to feel? As the thought crossed my mind, Tristan read it like a book. His lips curled into a smile. He touched my face and everything else melted and faded away. I was alone with him once again. I could hear nothing but the loud beating of my heart in my ears and saw nothing but his deep blue eyes. Tristan lowered his face towards me and softly kissed my lips. I could feel that he was being gentle on purpose and seemed to hold back his urges. The bruises he caused last night are still on his conscious.

I reached up and touched his face.
He moved off me and I lay beside him wrapped in his arms. There was something about the act that made me feel warm inside my heart. It was more than just sex; it was an understanding between two souls. We both wanted it and I felt it in the way his muscles tensed as he touched me but he stopped himself. I needed time to physically heal before we ventured to that place again for a second time. He ran his hands over my thighs and it sent a wave of delight through my skin. I twisted my body in response but he moved to hold me tight.

‘Now you’re just messing with me,’ I whispered as
I pressed face against his strong chest. I could hear his heart beating and listened to the way he drew the air into his lungs. Tristan smiled and did not say anything. He knew what he was doing. His caresses made me feel closer to him. We kissed again, his moist lips interlocking mine. I felt his reluctance to move on top of me again.

‘I don’t want to hurt you,’
he said in my ear and then kissed it. He moved it down my neck and stopped when he reached my collarbone. I arched my head back into the bed and gasped for air. This wasn’t fair. I could feel him hard against me and my insides throbbed for attention. But Tristan refused to let me have my way as I reached down to undo his pants. He shook his head and grinned.

‘Not tonight, not so soon,’ he said.
‘You’ll be ripped to shreds.’

‘And you’
re just going tease me like this?’

Tristan’s lips curved playfully and a devilish light moved across his eyes.

‘You’ll have more fun this way.’

Tristan moved down to my navel and pushed my shirt up to reveal my naked skin to his lips. But he kept my shirt on and kept it over my breasts while he explored my bared flesh.
It was maddening and made me throb for him even more. I wanted him inside me again but he refused, keeping his pants on despite my numerous attempts. I was forced to let him tease me with those amazing glorious lips and his wandering hand that eventually found its way into my pants but not into my panties. I twisted to the side at his touch but he held my hips in position. He hushed me as I struggled to control myself.

‘This isn’t fair,’ I whispered to him as I struggled to breath.

He was going to make me climax. It had been his plan all along. He pressed his thumb firmly against my wet bud and moved it slowly around in a circle. I arched my back and he supported it with his other arm. I caught a glimpse of his satisfied grin as he continued to send waves of pleasure through my body. He moved over me and placed his lips over mine as I gasped for air and closed my eyes.