Whispers in the Dark (4 page)

Lightning flashed outside, signaling more rain, and for a quick second the whole room lit up right when he thrust his hips, pushing him against the spot where I was so desperate to have him.

I slithered my hands between us and pushed down the material around his hips, shuddering when his cock popped free and slapped against my clit. I lifted my hips and used my hand to press his cock against my pussy lips, wetting him up.

“Damn, that feels amazing.” His head tilted back, a groan ripping from him.

One hand reached down and gripped onto his shaft. I stared in rapt attention through the small amount of light as he pumped his cock a few times, a small bit of fluid leaking from the tip illuminated with a flash of lightning. He leaned over me, and the head pressed at my entrance a moment before he began to slide in.

My eyes rolled back into my head, and I trembled, whispering “Fuck,” as he entered me.

“That was so sexy.” As soon as our skin touched, he retreated, leaving only the head in before moving back in. With each stroke, he moved a little bit harder, deeper, until he was all the way in.

I caressed up his arms to his shoulders, and finally his neck, pulling him down closer. Our lips met, tongues mingling as his hands wound around my body. His hips rocked into me at a slow, savoring pace. The desire pouring off him moved straight into me through his touch. It wasn’t fast paced—it didn’t need to be. We had all night.

It was made more erotic by the claps of thunder and flashes of lightning. The rain pelted against the windows, but I could barely hear it over our panting. In the periods of darkness I almost couldn’t see him above me, and that seemed to heighten the pleasure that was running through me.

A groan escaped me. “Fuck…damn… Oh, God!”

“Exactly,” he said as he sucked in my lower lip.

I was shaking with each time he slowly pulled out, and I let out a high-pitched whine when he slammed back in. It was teasing and taunting. I reached down and gripped his ass, nails digging in as I tried to control the tempo to keep me from losing my mind.

The constant pace was torturous, getting me so close, keeping me on edge, but not fast enough to tip me over. I loved the way I stretched around him, the way he filled me. Satisfaction in ways I’d been dreaming of.

I emitted little cries, complementing the grunts coming from him.

“So good,” he whispered, his pace picking up.

My frustration was growing—I needed to come. I pushed on his chest, urging him to flip over. He was getting too close, and I wasn’t there yet. Much to our dislike, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. With one knee beside his hip, I sat up and flipped the other one over him so that I was straddling his torso.

His eyes were heavy and rolled back with a groan when my pussy lips moved across the sensitive tip of his cock. I did it again to get another reaction, and I wasn’t disappointed when his hands gripped onto my hips.

I leaned over and nipped at his ear lobe. “I need you to cool down, cowboy. I intend to get a nice long, come-inducing ride out of you before you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, princess.” His hips rocked up, sliding him against my clit. “But I’m going to go crazy if you don’t get me back in and let me come.”

“I need your cock to stay hard for just a little while longer.” He groaned, his muscles twitching beneath my hands. I sat up and guided him in, sinking down until he was filling me again.

He hissed as I moved up, his hands slamming me back down on him. I drew in a surprised breath, then my eyes rolled back. My whole body tensed, a burn settling in. I rose up and slid back down, my hips rocking as I moved.

Faster and faster, each time he hit the perfect spot, rising to meet me. I dug my nails into his chest as the tension built – my pussy clenching around his cock. My eyes fluttered closed, and my movement stopped as all of my muscles tensed up.

Tristan took over, thrusting up while whispering, “Come on, princess. Come for me.”

I exploded with a scream leaving me as I shook. Pulsing shocks rocked through me.

“Fuck, yes,” Tristan said, his pace picking up as I rode out my orgasm. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me down as hard as he could while his hips flexed up. Small jerks of his body jostled me, and his cock bursting inside me sent shivers of heat surging through me. My walls squeezed around him, pulling every last drop out of him.

His grip went lax, and I fell down to his chest as we both tried to calm our ragged breaths. After a few minutes, I moved to lie down beside him, mourning the loss as he slipped out.

An arm wrapped around my shoulder as lips kissed the top of my head.

“That was…wow,” he said as his fingers caressed up and down my arm. “I didn’t see anything like that happening when I headed home today.”

I giggled and turned into his chest. “Yeah, it just proves crappy days
can
turn around.”

“I aim to please.”

“Oh, you do please. Very well.”

He chuckled and let out a yawn. “Well, prepare to be pleased a lot, because I plan on doing that more. Much more.”

“An adventure I am more than up for.” I smiled, thinking about my bad day’s good fortune.

The thunder and lightning died down as the storm rolled on, leaving us in darkness again. Tristan’s breath evened out and his hand was now resting on my arm, no longer moving. A yawn escaped me, and I let the sleepiness overtake me as well. I snuggled in his warmth—the chill now gone.

What a night the day turned into…

~oOo~

My eyes fluttered open to the light, the dark long gone. I startled, sitting up straight and wondering where I was. A glance to the side reminded me I was with Tristan.

I searched around for something that told the time and noticed a watch sitting on the opposite night-stand. Trying not to wake him, I reached over his body, my fingers nabbing my goal and settling back to my side.

Shit!

The time couldn’t be right.

I flipped the watch upside down, but I still didn’t like the number. It was nine in the morning—I’d overslept.

My legs moved over the edge of the bed as my mind tried to remember where my clothes were.

My forward momentum failed me when an arm wrapped around my waist and yanked me back down, where I landed on a hard, warm chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tristan’s groggy voice asked.

“I have work,” I said as I attempted to push away.

He nuzzled my neck and let out a sigh. “Call off.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

I shook my head. “No, I mean I can’t. My phone’s dead.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Well, plug it in, call in, and snuggle back into bed with me before we go grab some lunch later on and get to know each other some more.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

He shook his head. “My last project finished yesterday, and I don’t start here until Monday.” He held his wrist up, frowning at it. I held up the watch, and he took it from me, rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn as he scanned over it. “Besides, it’s already after nine. Stay with me.”

I thought about it for a moment. I knew what I wanted to do, but I never called off, even when I was sick. “You present a pretty strong argument.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Go grab your phone—I’ve got a plug here that should work.”

I scrambled off the bed and searched for wherever I’d left it the night before. I plugged it in and turned it on. There were three voicemails waiting for me. One of them was from Lena, letting me know she was at her boyfriend’s, another from my mother checking in on me, and the third was from my boss.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I listened to the message and smiled at Tristan. “The office is closed today. Seems the electricity isn’t back everywhere yet.”

“Makes me think that maybe there’s some higher power keeping us together.”

“What, like fate?”

He smiled and pulled me back down to him. “Fate. I kind of like that idea.”

I snuggled into his chest. “Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

“Mm-hmm.” His fingers stroked my hair as he kissed the top of my head. “So, what do you want to do today?”

My hand moved down his abs and right leg, then to the other side, teasing him. “Well, we could do more of what we did last night.”

He reached out and pinched my nipple. “I really like that idea.”

“Me too.”

“Yo, man, open the fuck up!” a shouting came along with some pounding from the front door.

“Shit!” Tristan hissed.

“Who is that?” I asked. I wasn’t happy about the interruption. Especially since little Tristan was beginning to rise as well.

“A jackass.” He stood up and threw on a shirt, trying to pull up some pants at the same time. “Stay in here… getting dressed would also be a good idea.”

I nodded as he stepped out of the room, and came back to toss my shirt in, then shut the door behind him. I heard the thumping of his footsteps on the hardwood, then the clinking of the chain and thump of the deadbolt.

“What the hell, T, are you just getting up? We were supposed to meet half an hour ago in the lobby for lunch and to go over the plans.”

I nabbed my tank top and pulled it over my head, dragging it down.

“Sorry, J, I totally forgot you were coming.”

The other guy let out a snort. “That last job must’ve wiped you out. We start on Monday and there’s shit we need to talk about.”

“I know, I know, but can I meet you in the lobby in a few minutes?”

I stood up and searched around the room for my panties and pants. I spotted my undergarment hanging off the corner of a stack of boxes against the wall.

“In the lobby? I’m already all up in your space. What, you got a girl in there?”

I couldn’t see through the old oak door and its layers of paint, but I was certain Tristan’s face held the same shocked expression as mine.

“Holy shit! You haven’t been here a week and you already have some chick in your bed.”

“Dude, calm the fuck down and shut up!”

“Is she hot?”

“Very!” I called out from in the room, stifling a giggle as I drew my panties up my legs.

“Can she hear us?”

“Yes, she can,” I answered, peeking my head out the door.

I had to blink—it was like I was staring at an alternate version of Tristan. The other guy’s hair was a bit longer, but it was the same color brown. He stood even taller than Tristan by a few inches, but the likeness in their faces made it evident they were related.

Tristan maneuvered himself between us, blocking the other man from viewing me.

“Damn, you’re a cutie.”

“Cutie?” I swung the door open, showing off my tank top and panties. “I’m a hottie.”

His eyes bugged. “Yeah, you are.”

Tristan groaned. “Girl, I said get dressed.”

I looked down. “Well, I’m not naked anymore, am I?”

He shook his head and grabbed my hand, pulling me forward. “Justin, this is Mia. Mia, this is my brother Justin.”

I waved at him.

“Well, I should leave you to it,” Justin said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He pointed at Tristan. “But we still need to have a meeting this weekend.”

“Yeah, yeah. Call me tomorrow and we’ll talk.”

Justin opened the door and walked out, right into Lena who was coming out of
her
door.

“Oh, sorry,” Justin said when he bumped into Lena.

She looked him up and down, assessing him, giving him a smile and a wink when she was done. “No harm, sweet ass.”

Justin turned to Tristan. “I think I need to move in here. So many friendly women.”

It was then Lena spotted me. She did a double take, then stepped inside the threshold and let out a sigh. “Mia, put some clothes on. What have I told you? You don’t want 7A to see you like that, do you?” She was giving me her lecturing tone and smirking at the same time. My stomach churned at the thought, and I made a gagging noise. “Didn’t think so.”

“Dastardly dragon,” I whispered.

“What?” she asked.

“Inside joke,” Tristan said, giving her a smile.

She stared at us for a moment in stunned silence. “It’s been, what, eighteen hours? You already have secret stories?”

We both nodded.

She blew out a breath and shook her head with a smile.

“Well, Tristan became my white knight since you weren’t home last night when I needed you.” I laid it on thick and dramatic.

Her lip curled up in a sneer. “Trust me, I would have rather been hanging out with you than stuck with him.”

“Not good?” I asked, but I wasn’t surprised.

“Yeah, I dumped the dickwad last night. Then I was stuck at his place thanks to the storm,” she said as she pulled out her E-Cig. I quirked my brow at her and she flipped me off. “Chill out, Mia, it’s not a real one.” She blew out the white smoke and looked at Justin. “So, what are you doing for lunch?”

“Well, I was supposed to have lunch with him.” He hooked his thumb in Tristan’s direction.

She rolled her eyes. “C’mon, I’ll go with you. They just want to fuck like bunnies anyway. We’ll leave them to it.”

“Never could turn down a pretty lady,” Justin said as he held out his arm.

She beamed up at him. “Ooh, manners.”

“Yeah, he dusts them off every once in a while,” Tristan said with a laugh.

Justin flipped him off and walked out the door with Lena, yelling a “call you later” over his shoulder as he went.

Tristan turned to me. “So, you think pizza places are open?”

I thought about it for a moment, the mention of food making my stomach rumble. “There’s one down the block that should have electricity, and they’re pretty good.”

“Excellent. I really didn’t want to get dressed.” With that, he pulled me to him and nuzzled my neck.

“How about you order while I run to my place and freshen up?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Why only ten?” I asked in confusion.

“Because that’s about as long as I can take being away from you.”

The heat rose on my face and I bit my lip. “See you in ten.” I stretched up and gave him a peck on the cheek before locating my pants.

I smiled all the way down the hall and inside, where I was finally able to let out the near psychotic level of energy that’d been building in me since Tristan opened his door. Once the door was shot I ran around screaming, jumping and hollering all the way back to my bedroom.