LOVE QUAKES: BOXED SET (BOOKS 1-4) (12 page)

“Well just give me a bit more time, Joanna, and I’ll be happy to deliver the goods within the package,” he exclaims with a salacious smile. He seems more than confident as he rests his hand on my thigh. In fact, Tristan looks downright enthusiastic about fulfilling my needs. I’m hot just thinking about it.

“Well, speaking of timing,” Dr. Wong stands to indicate that ours is up. We both leave his office arm in arm. I gaze up at Tristan with wonder. His declarations about me and Kristen are more than I ever hoped to hear. All I can say is please.

As we leave Dr. Wong’s office and I help Tristan with his balance issues, he looks at me with amusement. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“So you’re a sexually frustrated young woman and you had to let Dr. Wong know about that?”

“I’m sorry, Tristan, I guess I need a better filter between my mouth and brain,” I admit a bit sheepishly. I hope he’s not upset that I mentioned our sex life in front of Dr. Wong.

“That’s alright, Joanna. He’s our therapist and he’d hear about it sooner or later,” he assures me and pinches my rear. “Why don’t you stay over at my place tonight and we can play a bit, nothing rough though.” He’s tempting me in the most appealing way but I’m determined to negotiate this issue as long as Kristen’s still in the picture.

“I’ll tell you what,” I suggest, “as soon as you send Kristen a message about her new role, I’ll spend the night at your place. In the meantime, I need to visit my place because it’s lonely.”

He looks at me with astonishment. “I thought you wanted something from the package,” he teases.

“Oh I most definitely want your package but I want her out of our lives first,” I assert with confidence. Since I have the power now I intend to use it to full advantage.

“Alright, Joanna, watch this,” he taunts and then pulls out his IPhone. “I’m sending a message to Kristen in a few moments but I want you to OK it first.”

I’m impressed that Tristan takes action on his promises so quickly. He types out an email message for a few moments and then passes the screen to me to inspect. This is what the message says:

To: Kristen Powers

From: Tristan Grant

Re: Photos

Kristen – I’m deeply disturbed about the material you sent to Joanna concerning my past sexual behavior. In fact, we’ve discussed your inappropriate attempts at communication, at length. Your provocative behavior crosses the line and violates my standards for friendship. I’m outraged that you would interfere in my personal life in the manner you chose. Therefore, I’ve decided there’ll be no further contact between you and Joanna or between you and me, from this day forward. My staff will contact you concerning our business partnership. Please don’t attempt to call or visit me, or Joanna, now or in the future. The repercussions for violating my demand will be severe both socially and economically. Sincerely, Tristan

I read the message three times before speaking. “Well it’s clear you mean to end it with her,” I admit.

“I’m going to talk with my attorney about putting some teeth into my email,” he promises me and then jokes as though it’s a political ad. “Do you approve of this message?”

“Tristan, it’s brutal and very final. Are you sure you’re really ready to pull the plug on Kristen?” I’m surprised that he would cut ties with his long-time business partner so quickly. I hope I never have to feel his wrath.

“It’s been brewing for a while, Joanna. And, then, after what she sent you,” he trails off with a look of disgust and horror on his face.

“Could she seek revenge in some way Tristan?” I ask while trying to imagine the in she has with his brother and perhaps his family.

“It’s possible but I have security 24/7 and can always alert my family about her real business,” he tells me with the most confident look on his face that I’ve seen in a while.

“Why don’t you think about your email for a day or so and then if you want to change or add anything, send it to her?” I suggest.

He lets out a short breath and then nods, “Good point. I may want to add something as an attachment. I’ll send it to my draft file and then forward it to Kristen, after I speak with my attorney.”

“Great,” I conclude and then look at my boyfriend with admiration and affection.

“See? I’m good for my word, Joanna. Now don’t you want just a little sample of the package?” He says with a voice that makes me clinch with desire. By now, we’ve reached the SUV. Bailey will drive us wherever we’d like.

“Alright, you’ve been such a good guy. I’d love a little sample of your body,” I decide at last and then smile at Tristan with an incredibly seductive look in my eyes. He lights up at my words like a torch.

“Bailey, drive us to Miss Prime’s place. When we arrive, park outside and then give us some privacy. Can you wait outside the SUV while we talk?” he requests. Bailey smiles widely and nods his agreement.

So we’re going to make out in the SUV. Well at least its dark tinted windows won’t let anyone know  what’s going on within it. Wow. This should be fun. I get a hint of Tristan’s package, at last.

On the drive to my place, Tristan takes my hand and begins kissing each of my fingers with feather light caresses of his lips. That move sends shivers up and down my spine. I’m also feeling warm and ready. By the time we’re parked outside my apartment, I’m sitting on Tristan’s lap and we’re face to face. We’re kissing with real passion within seconds of parking. His tongue and lips taste clean and fresh. I avoid touching his ribs.

Then Tristan takes us to the next level quickly. He slowly unbuttons my blouse and opens it. A moan escapes from his throat when he looks at me in my designer bra. I’m more than turned on by his desire for my body. He palms and gently massages me for several minutes. The feel of his hands on my breasts sends volts of desire to my center. After a few minutes, his breathing gets heavy and mine goes haywire.

“Has anyone ever played with your breasts before?” he probes while his eyes grow darker than ever. He looks into my eyes for the truth.

“No one’s ever even touched my breasts. Well except for you, very recently,” I admit while kissing his neck and face repeatedly.

“That’s good to know, Joanna. It thrills me. I want to be the only one to teach you all about desire and release. I want to be the first to bring you to an orgasm.”

“That’s fine with me Tristan. You know how much I like having your hands on me,” I encourage with a sweet smile.

“Is this turning you on, Joanna? Because it’s doing a number on me,” he asks while gently squeezing my breasts. He’s swallowing his own needs and working on mine. I’m ready to learn whatever Tristan Grant, sex educator, would like to share with me.

“Of course, do you have to ask?” I giggle. “I’m a very accomplished pupil.” He chuckles at my answer. I’m more than excited by his moves. Further, I can feel him responding as well. His pants seem to be expanding in certain key areas near his lap.

His next move surprises me. Before I know it, my front-clasp bra is opened and my breasts are exposed between us. He stares at my naked nipples for quite some time. He licks his lips and then kisses my mouth. He’s pacing my seduction so well.

“You’re just perfect. So perky and pink, Joanna,” he tells me with satisfaction while his fingers massage the underside of each twin mound. “They’re full and firm. Can I play with them, please?”

I’ve never been so thrilled about my breasts before. Since no one’s ever explored them, I’m looking forward to his expert touches. I smile with desire and nod an enthusiastic yes. Then I bite my lip as I proudly push myself into his hands. His fingers pull gently on my engorged tips. He looks me in the eyes to watch my reactions. What he’s doing to my nipples feels like he’s touched a nerve that goes straight to my vagina. I’m so wet, it’s ridiculous.

“Do you enjoy this little sex game?” he asks with a seductive whisper. “We’ve just gone to second base.”

“Oh Tristan, I can’t believe how much I like having you touch my nipples,” I admit. His fingers seem to have just the right amount of pressure. He twists and pulls on me with practiced moves and looks very excited himself. Then, he looks into my baby blues to gauge my response. I’m sure my irises are the size of quarters and quite black.

I wonder how many other women he’s massaged and fondled in the same way. The idea is nauseating but pushed from my mind quickly because he’s getting ready for his next move. He’s moving his graceful hands under my armpits to signal that I should sit up. I can see where this is going. I hope that my head won’t touch the SUV ceiling above where we’re seated.

Tristan finally lifts me up so that his head and my chest are opposite one another. His mouth easily finds its way to my twins. I swoon when he takes one and then the other into his mouth and sucks gently. My body starts to quiver at the feel and sounds coming from him. I’m jiggling around a bit while he’s moaning, licking, pulling and squeezing me in all the right places. Finally, he pushes back from my chest and gives me a lust filled look.

“Baby, your breasts are so delicious. You’re close to letting go though. Would you like to have a release?” he’s breathing with gusto. He’s almost more excited than I am at the prospect of giving me another first.

“Tristan I love what you’re doing to me with your mouth. You can keep this up for a while. But I’d love to let the tension go,” I agree with enthusiasm. I feel like a young child.

“Aren’t you a greedy little pupil Miss Prime?” he asks while biting gently on my neck and then my chest. I yelp with pleasure at his nips and jump a bit in his lap.

“Don’t get too feisty on me, Joanna. There’s not much I can do about it without recracking my ribs. If so, I’ll need to spend another four to six weeks healing and we don’t want that do we, baby?” my enthusiastic teacher warns me.

“Of course I don’t want to have to wait another four weeks,” I agree with frustration and then attempt to settle myself back down. He has me so excited that I’m like a child waiting to open my holiday gifts. After all he’s giving me some of his package in the back of his SUV.   

I give myself over to Tristan’s massage and stimulation for several more minutes. His expert moves with fingers, tongue and mouth soon bring me to the brink of release. I throw my head back as he nuzzles my chest and sucks with passion. Tristan keeps up a steady manipulation of my nipples until I finally spasm with pleasure. It’s the most amazing response I’ve ever felt from my body. He chuckles and grins with absolute delight as I finally go limp in his arms.

“Oh Joanna you’re so sweet,” he whispers as he looks into my eyes with satisfaction.

“Tristan,” I gasp. “You’re a master at this. I had no idea what you could do with your fingers and mouth.”

“Is that really a first for you, baby?” he inquires as my eyes fill with satisfaction. I sit back on his thighs. His face is flushed with excitement and mine must be beyond description. I’ve just had an orgasm without really trying. Well, there’s been no contact with our most private parts and that stuns me.

“I had no idea that base two could be so much fun and it’s really sexy Tristan. Wow. Thank you,” I gush with enthusiasm.

“You’re welcome, angel. I loved playing with you and giving you an orgasm. Your breasts taste delicious and you’re so bouncy,” he admits with admiration. “You’d be surprised at what my fingers, hands and mouth can do to other parts of your body.”

“Well, if you’re that good at base two, things should get even sexier as we cover new territory,” I gush. He gives me his satisfied smile and then puts me back together. I’m a bit disappointed that we’re not going to have more sexplorations.

“Oh are we done now, Tristan? I was hoping we could try a few other samples,” I state with a pout to my mouth. He nods like a Zen master and that determined shape returns to his wonderful jaw.