Wednesday (10 page)

“In here, you are.”

I reach out to cover her mouth and
though I can tell it scares her, at least a little bit, she doesn’t move away.

“Just shut up, Aria. Shut your
mouth and enjoy this.”

I take her hand and pull her
upright, intending to move into the living room. We don’t get that far. I can’t
wait another second to touch her. To take control.  

My hands stop her, latching onto an
impossibly tiny waist. I drink in the sight – her impressive frame. Long,
tanned legs covered in a skirt that shows just enough skin. Her perfectly
curved hips. And full breasts that are being restrained by a long line of
buttons. She’s dressed up more than usual today. For me? Or did she have an
engagement on campus? I can’t be sure.

She backs up against the wall as if
daring me to make my next move. So I do, but why the hell did she have to wear
a blouse? The buttons are tiny and don’t maneuver through the minuscule holes
fast enough. And I need to get to that skin.

“But if you really want to get
things all neat and squared away,” I say, trying to continue our conversation
and get onto a more pressing topic. One that will help make this night even
better. “Let’s talk about the matter at hand.”

Aria lifts her brow and wrinkles
her nose. Christ, she’s infuriating. And that’s what I have to remember.

Keep it physical, Green. Don’t be a
pussy and get all wrapped up in her again.

“Stop talking in code, Tristan.
What do you mean?”

“The sex, Ari.” I chuckle. “Tell me
what you like.”

She takes a deep breath. “Maybe
this was a mistake.”

 “Oh no.” I release another button
and her black bra peeks out. Then I run a finger from her neck, to her delicate
clavicle, down inside the hollow between her breasts. “You’re not running out
on me again. It’s not difficult. Just tell me what you like.”

She shakes her head and in the
moment, she looks like she’s eighteen again. My goddamn heart squeezes,
annoying the shit out of me.

“You can tell me.”

“I can’t.” She bites her lip now,
making me lose my fucking mind.

“What about show me?” I try.

She shakes her head again.

“Okay,” I rub my chin. I’ve faced
challenges before. I’m not willing to give up. “Then a hint,” I say. “A clue.”

“I’m really not sure.”

“Is it that you don’t know what you
like, or you have a hard time communicating it?”

“Both, I guess.”

“What about with –” I break off,
unable to say his name aloud.

“No,” she answers for me. “Plus,
it’s been so long, I don’t even remember.”

“How long?” My curiosity gets the
best of me.

“Nine months, give or take.”

“Shit, Ari,” I say. Poor girl. If I
was left in that condition, I’d be jumping at this offer.

“Tell me about it,” she says.

“Okay, I’ve got it. Tell me about a
sexy scene in a movie that turned you on. Or something hot in a book, or song?
Anything that brings some inspiration. Let me in that way, so it’s safe for you.”

“That’d be good idea if I had time
for books and movies, but it’s been years since I’ve watched anything without
animation or read anything without colorful pictures.”

“Well, maybe we can discover what
you like together,” I suggest. “Let me try some things?”

She nods and her breasts look like
they’re ready to bounce right out of her shirt. It’s killing me.

“But right now, let’s just get this
first fuck out of the way. Good, old fashioned, vanilla sex.”

Aria’s mouth drops open.

“You’re so romantic,” she says.

“This isn’t about romance,
sweetheart.”

“You know, I really dislike you,”
she says with a smile.

Yeah, this just might work.

“Likewise,” I say. “Now let me see
those beautiful tits of yours.”

I rip her shirt open the rest of
the way. I’ve been holding it together for too long, waiting for her decision.
My desire has been pent up for weeks now and it can no longer be restrained.

Aria smacks my arm for the damage
done to her shirt, but I latch my hand around her wrist before she connects. I
slam it over her head against the wall. Her eyes grow wide, and so do mine as I
take her in.

With traveling hands, I discover
that the black bra I’ve grown so fond of has another spectacular feature. A
front clasp. With a quick word of gratitude to the Gods, and a flick of my
fingers, the bra opens and Aria’s breasts spill over my hand.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers and I store
the new intel for our future endeavors. She likes to be restrained.

I grip her other wrist and bring it
above her head as well. She’s so fined boned that it’s no trouble holding both
in one hand, giving me the opportunity to explore with the other.

My palm brushes over her tight peaks
and Aria’s eyelids flutter and her mouth opens – just a sliver. My mind goes
crazy thinking of ways I want to invade those lips and consume her from the
inside out. But tonight isn’t about that. We need wild, reckless, and fast. So
fast that we don’t have time to think.

Still, I can’t resist. I take a
quick bite of that ripe lip, before dropping to her chest to pull her nipple
deep inside my mouth. Her breasts are so fucking incredible, I probably take a
little longer feasting on them than I should.

My erection presses between us now,
creating the most pleasurable friction. Christ, I’m hard and swollen and we’ve
only just begun.

 “Please,” Aria whines. “I need
more.”

Her words shoot straight to my
cock. And I push into her.

“Yes,” she says, grinding into me,
and I know I won’t last much longer.

This is a hate
fuck, and that’s all this is. Oh God, I hate that term. As old fashioned and
pathetic as it sounds, when I think about sex, I think about love and making
babies. Not surprising, I guess.

It’s been so long. Could I possible
do this? More importantly, should I?

We detest each other.

But, maybe, that’s why it’ll work.
No emotion, just simple relief.

Tris suckles my nipple, one and
then the other and I feel a pull deep in my core. Every lap of his tongue, the
pressure and suction, and the way it bites – a sensation that’s on the border
between pleasure and pain.

It’s the same battle I face with
him – getting too close, yet not close enough. I’m feeling the latter at the
moment, so I tug off his shirt to even the score, and to feel him. Really feel
him.

I’m rewarded with a spectacular
treat. Half-naked with a body that would make a weaker woman crumble, Tris
smiles and allows me a nice long look. I happily take it, trailing my eyes over
him – inch by inch.

Without clothes, he looks much more
muscular than I expected. A true badass, toned and cut to perfection. He hardly
resembles the boy he once was. He’s broad-shouldered with hard planes and
ripples that start at his abdomen and get lost in the waistband of his pants.

I explore the contrast of the peaks
and valleys across his body – he’s nothing like Alex, who was more bulk and
brawn than cut and toned.  

“Hey now, I’m the person in charge
here.” Tristan tries for stern, but it comes out amused. “Now back to my show.”

Taking hold of my arm again, his
large hand tightens around my wrist.

“That’s right,” I say. “You want to
get the fast fuck out of the way.”

“More like get us started with a
bang,” he says. “And Ari, I want you to know that when you come through these
doors, I’ll be in charge. You can let everything go. I will take care of you.
Plus, I’d rather not hear anything from that smart mouth of yours while we’re
in the throes. I have a feeling it could be a real mood killer.”

He tries to make light of it, but
this is the real deal. He wants to dominate me and he secretly knows I want to
let him.

Tris moves closer and I know what
he’s going to find when he touches me. Damp panties and scalding skin. Oh God,
I need to get it under control.  Or give it up. I’m just not sure I can.

I can feel Tris’s confidence – his
possessiveness as he pulls me close. It warms me and scares the shit out of me
all at the same time.

“So what will it be?” he goads.

 “Okay,” I say on an exhale. I
can’t believe we’re going to do this. “Just get the protection.”

His face flashes in horror.

“What? You don’t have a condom?”

 “Hang on, there has to be one
here. I just. Jesus, Aria, I was in a hurry to get here. Fuck, I’m not
prepared.”

“What the hell were you thinking?
Such a rookie mistake.” I’m in shock.

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck.” He’s yelling as
he riffles through the drawers. Within seconds, it looks like someone broke in
and looted the place.

“Okay.” He comes back to me and grabs
my hands. “I’m clean, Aria. I’m tested every few months and I just got a clean
bill last week.”

“And how many women have you been
with since then?”

“None. It’s been a week and I’m
staying with my sick father, Aria. What do you take me for?” He looks hurt.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just
that you’re the big talker making it out like you’re some manwhore.”

“No, I’ve been making it out like I
want you. I need you.” He fidgets. “I need this.”

“I know.” I agree. We are, after
all, friends on this turf. He wouldn’t lie to me about something like that.
“Still, I can’t go there without protection.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?” he asks.

“Yes, but I’m a double-duty safety
girl.”

He crinkles his face.

“In case you forgot, I have a
little boy at home and as much as I adore him, I won’t be bringing him a
sibling anytime soon.”

“You’re right.” He strokes his chin
as if getting the most awesome idea.

“Rain check?” I ask, somehow
wanting him more now than ever.

“Hold on. Hold on. Not so fast.” He
runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “There are things we can still do. A lot of
things. Just back up there and relax.”

I do as he says and lean against
the wall.

“Now what?” I ask.

“Now, I give you what you need,” he
says in that rough, possessive voice of his.

My whole body quivers, not at all
bothered by the change of events.

“What about you?”

“Oh, I’ll get what I need too.” He
slides down to his knees.

All I can see once his knees hit
the floor is his wild mass of dark hair. He’s too busy checking out the new
scenery to look up. If he did, he’d know I’m ready to chicken out. What the
hell have I gotten myself into? I’m not a prude, but
this
is something
I’ve never been comfortable with.

“You don’t have to do that, Tris,”
I say, tipping his chin up so I can look in his eyes.

“I know.” He looks perplexed. Then
he shakes it off and pulls my skirt down. “I like what I see, Aria.” He stares
at me right there, appreciating my black panties before – oh shit – he puts his
face in them and inhales.

It’s slightly obscene. And also
incredibly hot.

I’m dripping wet from the contact.

“Yes,” he continues, “I like this a
lot.”

Tris then moves the fabric off to
the side and wastes no time using his tongue to trace the line of my seam.

“Mmm, and I think you like this
too.”

“No, no, no.” The words spill out.

Tris stills. “What? What is it?”

“I can’t do this,” I tell him.

“You don’t have to do a thing,”Tris
says.

“
You
can’t do this,” I try
to convince him.

“I can and I will. We have a deal
and I know this is what you want.”

“I just don’t feel right about it.
Let’s do something we both enjoy.”

“Ari.” He looks all soft now and it
makes me even more uncomfortable. “I do enjoy this, and so will you when you
stop thinking and shut the fuck up.”

He flashes a wicked grin.

“I don’t know who gave you the idea
that men don’t like doing this,” he continues. “But let me tell you, real men
eat pussy and they fucking love it.”

My insides liquefy at his filthy
words – something else I don’t understand. What is going on with me?

“Maybe it’d help to get you more
comfortable.”

“Okay, that might help,” I say and
the very next second, I’m over his shoulder. A yelp escapes while I’m upside
down, wearing only my panties.

Tris swats me on the behind.
“That’ll be next, Aria. I’m going to explore every inch of you to see what you
like.” He drops me on the bed. “And learn what you need. You don’t have to hold
back in here. I will lead you. I’ll take you where you need to go.”

“So, you’re quite experienced at
this, then?” I can’t hide the bite in my words.

“I had to be. “ He pulls my panties
down.

“What do you mean?” I ask, ignoring
the vulnerable position he’s putting me into.

“That topic is for another day.
Right now, this is all I want. Now spread your legs, Aria. I want to look at
you.”

Jesus Christ.

I do as he asks, slowly moving my
legs apart, feeling his searing gaze on me. And then something completely
unexpected begins to happen.

I can breathe again. My walls begin
to come down. I don’t know what it is, but something about giving him control
in here – when I did as I pleased outside these walls – was so satisfying.

Still, as his tongue explores every
inch of me, I hold back. My body’s tense, legs tight, back arched.

Tris must know, because he slaps
me. Right where his mouth had been.

Currents pulse though me and I
can’t speak for at least a full minute.

“What was that?” I say when I find
my voice.

And God help me, will you do it
again?

“You need to get out of your head, Aria.
And I will slap you there again if you don’t stop this shit.”

I start shaking now, with fear or
raging desire, I’m not sure.