Bullet (Running Duke Book 1) Page 4

  "Don't stop. I'm not waiting for you, Rysten." Trisha took that time to unbutton the rest of her blouse and let it delicately drop to the floor. When she unsnapped her black bra to release her bountiful tits, it brought me back to the here and now. Grateful she didn't pause at my scars, it only made me love her more. My eyes focused freely on the flesh before me. Her fucking breasts were small chocolate mountains begging for my mouth. I wanted to nibble on the darker buds and watch how she squirmed under me while just the head of my dick teased the opening of her pussy. It had been a fantasy of mine for some time.

  I brought her close again, relishing in how easily she stepped in to me. Her skin felt like a calm fire, reminding me of a warm kiss of a vibrant flame. I worked my hands under her skirt, sliding them up the back of her thighs until they cupped her soft ass. She wore no panties, and at my moaning shock, she returned a teasing smile. Her breath hitched against my ear as I lifted her off her feet.

  Rotating to put her against the wall, I watched the flames of desire rise in her bright and hungry eyes. I gazed into them as I worked my boots off without my hands. "There is no going back from this." I wanted to make sure she knew, once we did this, everything would change.

  "Does it look like I want you to stop?" Sassy ass. She leaned in and pressed her supple lips against mine.

  Trisha deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue inside my mouth. She ran her it over mine and sucked on my bottom lip. Something primal in me wanted to claim her. Fuck the past; in this moment, my mind solely focused on the future and what it would mean to have her without preliminary shit always getting in the way. Shit, I could be wrapped in our complicated lives forever, a part of me wanted to be. I broke the kiss and focused on a breast, I nuzzled the supple skin and watched her face relax and her head rest against the wall. I watched her though upward cast eyes, gauging her reaction as I nipped hard enough to bring a welt. She jerked and met my gaze, and if she kept looking at me like that, I would consider keeping us trapped in my apartment for days. As I soothed her skin with my tongue, she ground her wet mound against my stomach. The scent of her arousal wafted up and sent me spiraling down a hole of sexual maniac that jumbled any coherent thought I had.

  Trisha's shoes fell off as her feet dangled. I slid her higher up the wall. Every muscle in my body tuned into giving her the most unrestrained pleasure imaginable. Her eyes widened as she braced her hands against the wall and her thighs tightened around my waist. Her body tensed as she watched me kiss and suckle random areas which enticed a reaction from her. Still, after a few minutes of skimming my teeth over her skin, she would hold her breath. She needed to trust me; I wasn't going to let her fall and I wasn't going to hurt her. I'd done enough of that over the last few months. I rubbed my lips over her nipple, flicking my tongue over the darker nub and make it perk up.

  "Relax and trust me," I murmured before moving over to the next nub.

  It was a lot to ask. I was to blame for past shit going bad, her trusting me in any capacity could be demanding too much. Trisha exhaled loudly and let her head fall back, she groaned as I continued to work my tongue over her skin. I'd wanted this for so long, it felt like my heart was about to burst from my chest at any moment. My skin seemed to burn anywhere hers touched; a scorch of arousal I was intensely aware of. Everything in my life centered on Trisha, and it always would. It seemed like our whole lives led up to this moment, and it had been overwhelming to crash deeper into unfamiliar territory.

  She met my gaze, removed her hand from the wall to play with the hair on the nape of my neck. Her body went slack like a wave of muscle relaxers washed through her system. Exactly the moment I was waiting for: complete submission. Without wanting anymore time wasted, I lowered her to where I could reach her lips and took possession over her mouth, smearing her lipstick even more and nibbling on her bottom lip.

  Time to take this to the bed.

  I turned around with her still wrapped around my body. My awkward steps hindered my smooth attempt at kicking off my boots as my bad leg wasn't used to carrying extra weight. I wasn't about to fuck this up, so I played it off as best as I could, but she didn't seem to notice. She wrapped her arms around my neck without breaking the kiss. I lowered her ungracefully to the bed, and I slid off the rest of my coveralls to leave me in just my boxers. I stared down at her, taking in her swollen lips and widened eyes. Her skirt bunched atop her hips, and I took it as an open invitation as I came to lie beside her.

  I ran my palm up her smooth thighs and didn't stop until I reached the warm juncture between. Her short curls were soaked, and I rubbed small circles over her clit with my thumb. After a few involuntary squirms of pleasure, she closed her eyes and sucked in her bottom lip. I had her fully relaxed after a few moments, and then I slid a finger inside her deep, clinching center. So was so wet, so comforting, and I was engulfed in how each of my small strokes caused her face to show various degrees of pleasure. I became greedy, transfixed on the moment, and I slid another finger in, widening her, prepping her for what was to come. Jesus, she was tight, and I couldn't wait to dive into her and feel her hugging me with each thrust.

  I pressed my hips against her thigh so she could feel the rigid outline of my cock. "You have no fucking idea how long I've wanted this." I curled my soaked fingers in a way that caused her hips to lift off the bed. Her toes dug into the comforter, tangling it around her ankles, as she rode against my hand. Trisha huffed out something inaudible, and I took it as she'd felt the same way all along or that perhaps she would after the night was over. She struggled to push my boxers down with one hand and stay in the same position as I continued to rub the heel of my hand over her clit. After a few breaths, her yanking became frantic on the band of my boxers.

  "No foreplay, baby?" I planned on taking my time since I waited so damn long for this. I hoped I would have all night to bury my face between her thighs and memorize her taste, but if she was demanding my dick, I wouldn't make her wait.

  "Isn't that what all this has been for the last few months, Ry? Good, old-fashioned foreplay." The little minx giggled, and I was about to prove just how sexually frustrating these months of "foreplay" had been. I flicked my thumb over her clit. I couldn't help but smile at the wild look on her face and the groan escaping her throat.

  "You want me to fuck you? Say it, Trisha."

  I watched the determination cross her face. She licked her plump lips. "Fuck me, Rysten. Please." I rose up, pulled my boxers off, and watched her fixate on the hardening flesh between my thighs. I met her uncertain gaze and gave a playful smirk before reaching inside my nightstand for a condom.

  "I promise it won't hurt you," I said, referring to my Prince Albert.

  She sat up on her elbows to keep her curious gaze on my piercing. I handed her the condom packet and moved up close to where her mouth could reach my cock. "First, put it on using only your tongue." The challenge gleamed in her eyes, and she smiled wide enough for the dimple on her cheek to dent. She ripped the foil packet with her teeth as I kept stroking myself. She slipped the rubber in her mouth and leaned forward. My tip parted her warm lips and when her tongue explored my piercing, the first wave of euphoria surged through my body. I leaned my head back in pleasure briefly because I wanted to keep my eyes on her.

  I watched her lean forward, her small hand wrapped around my shaft and she worked my dick without hesitance. Her tongue circled my crown and played with the piercing with more confidence than before. She moaned as she took me deep to the back of her throat. My fist tangled her coiled hair as I struggled not ram my cock deep in her throat. I marveled at how caressing her tresses felt in my rough hands. Trisha stroked down to the base of my dick and started incorporating my balls in her exploratory massage.

  I felt the condom in her mouth as she started taking more inches of me. The floating latex bumped my sensitive skin, and the added sensation brought me closer to climax. I looked down at her, meeting her gaze as she seemed to enjoy sucking me faster.

  I hiss
ed when she twisted her head and swirled her tongue like my dick was an ice pop and she was a hot kid on a sunny day. "Fuck, Trisha, do you want me to fuck the shit out of your mouth? Cause if you do that again, it will finish me off."

  She smiled up at me, never removing her mouth from my glistening cock. She began working the condom on using the firm tip of her tongue. It took a few sensual licks for her to work it over the head of my cock. After she slid it over my head and piercing, she removed her mouth and finished rolling it up with a delicate touch of her fingertips.

  Trisha leaned back on her elbows again and gazed at me in a way I'd never been looked at before. She looked at me as a woman claiming something she wanted. A fervent look that felt like she only desired me and expected the same in return. She had nothing to worry about. No matter how many ways I diced it, she would always be someone I craved.

  I snaked an arm under her lower back, cupping my hand on an ass cheek, and lifted her pelvis up at an angle. Widening her legs apart with my knees, I planned to claim her like I wanted to do for so many damn years. Her breathing hitched and sped up as she knew I was close to entering her. I'd planned to tease her opening, inch by inch, but just by smelling the musk of her arousal in the room, I knew she was ready for me. Without pausing, I slid in with one smooth stroke and then paused to feel her pussy grip my cock. We sighed out in unison as we absorbed the sensation of finally being connected to one another. I couldn't staunch the shiver that went through my body as my cock sat cradled in her warm center.

  Fuck, she was everything I dreamed she would be but so much more. Her inner muscle widened to accommodate me, my heart swelled to accept whatever emotions flowed between us. The feelings were raw, being inside her shred away my anger, the hurt, and the phantom burn of the bullets that borrowed through my body and narrowly missed my arteries. But Trisha's bullet hit me straight in the chest many years ago; I'd long been suffering from the bleeding heart she left me with.

  I moved deeper to where the tip of my cock bumped her cervix. I let the brush of the metal cross bar provide her with a sensation that seemed to cause her to tremble in my arms. Her hands raked down my back, burning as her nails scratched my skin. All it did was fuel my passion and cause me to increase the speed as I moved inside her. My dick was rigid, her inner walls soft yet clenched as I thrust hard enough to where my balls slammed against her anus. She was so fucking wet, her sticky cream made a thick mess all over my groin and undoubtedly my bed. I loved every fucking minute of it.

  "I'm so close," she whispered. I knew it, I could feel the change against my cock, the way it seemed to soften deep inside as her opening constricted tight.

  "I know. Finish for me, let me feel you come." I humped one good time, twisting my hips to the left, and she seemed to be more responsive when I hit that side. I couldn't hide my smile when I decided use that spot to bring her to climax.

  Trisha called out, a shout of my name that nearly tilted me off the edge. I held mine in check and waited for her to get off first. She bucked under me, moving her hips as she came hard. Her core throbbed around my shaft, pulling an orgasm from me no matter how hard I tried to keep it at bay. In my own frenzy of pleasure, I barely had enough time to observe the blissful gaze on her face. Her glazed-over eyes were enough to get me there. My ejaculation was violent and rough, and Trisha took every bit of my fast-paced thrusts. I burrowed my firm cock inside of her as I rode the aftershocks of my release. I wanted Trisha to be permanently mine, so the next time I came like this I could do it without holding back and without a condom. Shivers ran through me as I thought about fucking her with nothing between us. I'd watch in splendor as her arousal and my cum dripped out of her.

  A dream that would take some work to come true.

  Everything for me changed in that moment. Trisha was already a pinnacle in my life, and now I realized she may have become a necessity. It truly had nothing to do with her keeping me provoked, but she occupied my mind and hijacked my senses. She rendered me defenseless, and she had no idea just how much control she had over me. If she asked me to do the impossible, I couldn't say I wouldn't try. However, I knew once our time together was up, I'd come back to the right frame of mind and wouldn't have to worry about the sissy bitch she caused me to be. Maybe later though. Right now, I was content to let her take the reins on the rest of the early morning escapades.

  She caressed the side of my face as I slowly moved between her legs, testing to see if she was ready to go again. I met her gaze and shared a smile with her. She pulled my head down, marrying our mouths together in a ritual of tongues. Damn, I couldn't get enough of her and had no intentions of being done with her anytime soon. However, the condom was full and I needed to remove it. I slipped out of her quickly, chuckling at the grunt of disapproval coming from her.

  "Don't worry, sweetheart. I've been waiting for this for a while and it won't be over after one round."

  I didn't think I ever would be.

  Chapter Seven

  The morning light shone through the window shades, and I awoke to her smell. Her heavenly calm scent was thick in the air, reminding me of holiday fragrances tickling the back of my throat. I heard a shift of cloth and turned over to find Trisha dressing herself. Her frizzy hair was bedraggled, but she was beautiful. She jumped when she glanced over and saw me staring at her. Clearly, she planned to slip out before I awoke. I tried not to let it sting as much as it did, but since she wouldn't look at me, I knew her emotions were spiraling out of control.

  Hell, even after last night I wasn't sure I was okay with where we were. Trisha's beautiful face wasn't as welcoming as it was hours before when I moved inside her. I had a feeling she wanted to dissolve our time together, or she was angry at me or herself for some reason. Was it so hard for her to just be with me without all the complications? Of course, adding sex only made it more difficult for us to grow beyond this.

  I sat up and watched Trisha snatch her skirt off the floor. She slipped it up her plump hips, and I sat in silent agony as she took away my view of her gorgeous thighs. Damn it, this was so fucking far off from the morning I had planned. I wanted to feel her slit clenching my dick again. I wanted to taste her sweet cream while she cried out my name one more time. Damn, who's the bitch now? Last night wasn't enough to satisfy me, but I'd be damned if I begged her to stay. She buttoned her blouse and quickened her movements as if she was afraid I'd physically try and stop her from leaving.

  "So, I guess you're regretting what happened?" I watched the wave of emotions play across her face but couldn't understand any of them. None of them were easy to pinpoint due to our predicament. I didn't feel an ounce of remorse for what happened. We'd shared each other deeply on a level that needed to be explored for some time now. I was pretty sure sex had been something we both desired. Maybe I was wrong.

  She glanced at me, her face stoic and cold. "Regret? No." She slipped her feet in those mile-high heels. The gesture caused my heart to race and my limbs to jitter. I would run after her butt naked for the answers if I had to. I wasn't about to let her walk out without a good explanation. Damn, she had me twisted; I'd just fucking told myself I wouldn't chase her.

  "You're ashamed then?"

  She shook her head. "Of course not, Rysten. It's more complicated for me. I didn't think one night of sex would do that, but I was wrong. I need to figure things out."

  I cleared my throat and decided to reach for something tangible between us. "We can figure things out together, over time."

  She sighed. "And what about Jamal, I tried to take him out of the equation, but that isn't fair to him. Are we going to be bed buddies and deny he even exists? Jamal and I are kind of a package deal. If you want me, then you know what I need from you. If not, this will be the last time you see me."

  I knew what the underlying culprit of us never moving past this point had been. I could easily blame it on Jamal, but it was me, plain and simple. I was a fucking piece of shit and a stubborn, promise-breaking asshole. The only wom
an I gave two shits about was leaving, yet I decided not to make another promise or utter another lie. She wouldn't take anything I said to heart anyway. That's what hurt the most. I would love to tell her how I needed more time and not to walk away disappointed in me anymore. I could tell her I'd face my past and make peace with how things were nowadays, so a part of me felt I should call her bluff and let her walk out the door. I doubt it would be our last roll in the sack, but this moment should be the final nail in the coffin on the subject. Trisha knew going into last night that I wouldn't let her blackmail me sexually into seeing Jamal. She was still trying to manipulate me into doing what she wanted, but I wasn't going to let her bully me with threats of disappearing. Trisha thought she had enough leverage in my life with one night of sex to make such demands of me. Letting her walk away right now seemed like the easiest choice. Even as I tried to come to terms with how it would change us, her rejection was hard to accept.

  "Then get out! I told you last night, using sex to try and get what you want wasn't going to work." She looked horrified by me saying such a thing, but I was done with her playing this victim role in place of her brother.

  "This isn't just about sex or even Jamal. It's about you letting go of the past, and me knowing that you won't."

  "Ah, I get it, you think I have hang ups."

  She crossed her arms. "Don't you?"

  I shrugged. "If you say so." God damn it, I was always transparent to her. I didn't want her to know the shit that plagued me. I was a dumbass to think she wouldn't know I had issues with moving on from the past. I tried to deflect. "It has nothing to do with me. Did you ever think it might be best for Jamal if he doesn't see me?"

  "You know that's not true. Do you really believe that?"