chapter 13
Trista
We finally managed to emerge from the small office. After closing the door behind him, Taylor paused and looked into my eyes, without a word, he kissed me—slowly and deliberately. The sweet kiss evoked a feeling deep within me. It was unnerving and yet I couldn’t stop him.
“No more throwing yourself at other men?” He asked as his eyes searched mine.
Definitely not, like I would want another summer fling when I got the monster boss around. “No more men.” I gave him a chaste kiss and pulled us out of there. When we were back amongst folks, my eyes scanned the area for Alexandros, but he was nowhere to be found. I guess he figured out that Taylor was doing me somewhere.
I hadn’t realized that Taylor and I were holding each other’s hands when we joined the rest of the table until Bass and the rest laughed at us. “Thank God you guys finally got that out your systems! It was rather intense to be around you two.”
Taylor lightly smacked his head. “Shut it, Bass!” he sat and pulled me next to him, so I was in between him and Emma.
I bit my lip and smiled at Emma—who nodded in agreement. She leaned close, her lips close to my ear. “Fireworks, doll?” she smiled knowingly.
Busted!
A blush crept up my cheeks. “You betcha!” We both laughed at that.
Bass was telling Taylor and me that Lindsey was still out on the floor with Dimitris when Emma stood up and strode in the middle, a few inches from the table, looking more flawless than ever. Her legs looked endless and her simple, baby blue, fitted, cotton dress looked divine on her. It screamed be-jealous-of-my-hot-banging-body bitches! I’m sure most men were checking her out, but her glowing blue eyes were on Bass. “Dance with me,” she asked him, a little shy.
It was odd to see someone be shy with the person who was f*cking their brains out on a daily basis, and yet, here she was, timidly asking the man to dance with her.
Bass’ eyes looked her up and down before he stood up and softly tugged on her dress. “Was it this short when we left earlier?” he wondered out loud with a frown on his handsome face.
Taylor snorted. I poked him with my finger, shushing him.
That made Emma sigh. “Are you going to just check me out all night or are you going to dance with me? If not, I’m going to go look for a partner.” Emma looked at him sternly, her patience running thin.
Bass gave her a harsh look. “Over my dead body, Emma.” He then took her in his arms and led her to the dance floor. It seemed that Mo and Tanya wanted to dance, too, cause they followed the couple. Those two looked like they were hooking up, as well. Awesome.
“Aw man, now I gotta find my own chick. I didn’t know we’re pairing tonight!” Vincent de la Cruz muttered and left our table.
I watched him go before I turned to Taylor. “Why do you always snort, choke or laugh when Bass talks to Emma? Do you have something against her?”
Taylor’s smile vanished quickly. “God no. I like Emma. I think she’s pretty awesome. It’s not her I’m laughing at. It’s Bass. He’s just not himself. He’s not one to care about how short a dress is or get jealous. Seeing him all possessive about a woman for a change is… well, weird. I just never pictured him this way. It’s just out of character, that’s all.”
“Oh, well that’s great then, I wouldn’t want Emma hurt.” She had already had her fair share. Not to mention, Carter making his moves, and God knows what would happen if Bass learned of them. F*ck!
“Stop frowning. Come here and kiss me.” Taylor plucked me off my seat and placed me on his leg. He kissed me thoroughly and deeply until we were both out of breath. “I want you again, but I shouldn’t. Not until tomorrow.” He informed me in between kisses.
Um, say what? “Why the heck not?” I frowned at him, not liking this idea at all. Not. One. Little. Bit.
His fingers caressed the inside of my thigh. They were innocent strokes, but they were arousing me. Taylor kissed me again before he spoke. “I was too rough with you. You were tight and I should’ve taken my time and made sure you were ready to accommodate me, but I was too selfish to hold back. I needed to be inside you so bad, I couldn’t think straight. I haven’t been thinking straight since you flashed me your p-ssy that night in Ios.”
“Well, you did a fine job and I want it again. Maybe tonight, you can sleep in my room?” The idea came out of nowhere, but it pleased me to know that we would do it on something soft. Other places were fine, but I wanted to know what it was like with Taylor on a bed.
“Can’t, not tonight. You’re sore and you need to heal. I don’t want arguments about it, okay? Tomorrow, we have all day for me to make you come, but I promise to penetrate you once or twice. Then we can add more from there as the days pass. I just don’t want you hurting.”
What the f*ck is wrong with him? I was waving my vagina in front of him and he’s worried that I was sore? “No, Taylor. I want Monster Boss.” Desperately. Soreness and pain be damned.
Taylor chuckled at my reference to his manhood. “No can do, Trista. You have to wait it out. Think of what I’ll do to you tomorrow and how many times I can make you come.”
Hell, this blows bubbles. “This sucks. You better be damned sure that you rain me with o’s tomorrow.”
“That I can promise you, my little starving hellcat.”
When everybody finally convened back at our table, we were ready to go home. Lindsey was extremely quiet and when I asked her what the problem was, she just said to me “not right now, Tris”. When I asked Emma about Lindsey’s weird attitude, she expressed the same worry. Lindsey , act was acting ing all weird and bizarre . , W w ell , , odd , didn’t even cover it.
Vincent, Mo and Tanya left for their hotel and the rest of us went back to the apartment building Dimitris owned. It was four in the morning when the rest of us retired to our quarters.
Taylor and I were in my room, kissing against the wall since he was too much of a p-ssy to get on my bed. “I have to go,” He finally whispered before he devoured my lips again. “Now.”
No! I sighed. “You don’t have to.”
He cupped my cheeks, kissing me like there was no tomorrow. “I know, but I want to. Goodnight.” He gave me a few more quick kisses before he parted from me. “Dream of me,” Taylor said with a flirty smile before he finally left my room.
I stood there and stared at the floor. My dreams… those I don’t have a control of. The dreams had been relentless. Every night, I dreamt of Harry, the man I loved.
I was startled when I woke up thrashing. My heart pounded like I had just run a marathon. My dreams tonight flashed through my head. Taylor’s touch, his lips, his possession and those dirty lines he asked of me during sex kept replaying in my head. My hand reached out and dipped a finger inside my p-ssy, and sure enough I was soaked. I pulled my hand away and cursed. “Taylor! What the hell are you doing to me?” I mumbled out loud in total frustration. Frustrated was one thing. Being sexually frustrated was a total killer.
I tried to train my breathing as my eyes closed. All I needed was to fall back to sleep and not think of sex, or Taylor, but after thirty minutes of trying, I was wired more than ever. “F*ck!” I cursed in desperation.
Okay, maybe if I could just make myself come then, it might take the edge off, but how the heck do I do that? I recalled what Amber said when she found out I didn’t know what the hell to do with it, one night during junior year. “Uh, Doll, even a nun knows how to touch herself. You need to get your groove on and focus on the *. That’s all. It’s easy peasy.”
In full concentration mode, I parted my legs and ever so slowly, my middle finger started to do what Taylor did earlier in the tiny office at the club. After a few minutes, I gave up. It didn’t feel like how he did it. “How the f*ck do I do this?” I was getting pissed off.
I needed a release so bad I was in pain.
Damn it to cocking hell and back. I was like an addict fiending for a quick fix. NOW.
Oh, f*ck it! I was going to get some. I clenched my thighs together since I could feel my arousal, building as the time ticked away. Silently, I treaded out of my room and looked across the hall. Big problem. Which room was Taylor’s?
He had to have chosen somewhere close since that man always watched me like a hawk. So, it was either the room across from me, the room next to it, or the room next to mine. I started with the room across from mine, and I found it was empty. I continued by looking into the room next to it. Again, there was no Taylor but Lindsey’s things scattered around the room, but surprise, surprise, the woman wasn’t in it. Well, where else would she be? I wondered, amused.
Closing Lindsey’s room quietly, I darted to the one next to my room. I swear if he isn’t in here, I will cut a bitch.
My hand slowly turned the handle, pushing it to open. My feet were silent on the plush carpet. I closed the door with barely any sound. When I spun around, I could see Taylor’s things inside the half-opened bathroom door. Still silent, I stealthily moved inside the bedroom. It was dark, but my eyes adjusted enough to make out the silhouette form on the bed. I stood there, immobilized, as I took in the beauty before me. Taylor slept with his arms behind his head, his abs on display and only a sheet covering his lower half, but it didn’t mask the tent of his half-mast state. In his sleep, though lax, he still managed to look in control of everything.
Now that I was here, I suddenly felt unsure what to do next. Should I just hop on the bed and ride the joystick? What if he didn’t wake, wouldn’t that be rape? Well, he did say I could use him, didn’t he? So, I did have his consent—sort of.
What was I thinking when I said I wasn’t attracted to him in the beginning? Why was it that I couldn’t seem to get enough of Taylor lately?
I didn’t get it. I knew I still loved Harry, and yet I lusted for Taylor. The only reason that could justify my reactions was Taylor’s mad skills. The man did know how to make me feel dirty and downright nasty. It was like he took all the modesty from me and made me his own personal slut. I had never been treated in such a ghastly way—the way he spoke to me during sex and how he roughly took me—but I shamefully loved it all. It was a novelty that I hadn’t experienced before. Perhaps most perplexing of all, is that I hadn’t expected a model/law student who was quite righteous to be so outrageously offensive. The icing that was a total surprise, too, was that I would get so turned on by his raunchiness.
For sure though, I wanted more of that raunchiness and that filthy mouth of his. I had one month to enjoy what Taylor could give me, and I hoped that after it all, I would go home with less of a shroud around me. I wasn’t naïve to think that sex was the answer to my troubled life, but at least, I would go home with a better frame of mind. Maybe I would have enough resistance when I saw Harry. He was my in-law after all. I would eventually see him.
Lightly treading to get to where I wanted to be, I nervously slid on the bed. Moving a tad closer to him, I lavished the heat that radiated off his body. With a thudding heart, my eyes took in the contours of his face, from his sensual lips and his perfect nose to his arched brows, then lower to his shoulders and down to his abs—I wanted badly to touch him. My fingers itched to touch and my tongue drooled to get a taste.
Biting my lip, my forefinger reached out and lightly traced the deep ridges of his muscled abs. My finger stopped when Taylor shifted a bit and let out a soft moan. I froze, as did my finger that was half an inch away from his skin. God, I’ve elevated to creepy stalker level. Although, somehow, I couldn’t help myself.
Emboldened, I used my thumb and finger to lift the soft end of the sheet, but before doing so, I glanced at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Sure enough, he was breathing evenly. This whole thing was beyond naughty, but I haven’t been this excited in a while.
Please, be naked underneath, I repeated in my head, before I reverted back to focus on the task at hand, and started to lift the sheet off his hips. I had to bite my lip hard from gasping at the sight of his manhood. Yeah, this fella was definitely a monster. His penis was half-erect, thick at the head of the shaft and thicker girth. Even in this state, it could easily be about six inches. Now, I was curious how big this thing could really get when it’s awake. Sure, I felt it earlier, but I never got the chance to see it up close and personal.
Inching closer, I sat on my legs and bent down close to his shaft. I made sure my other hand leveled me, so that I didn’t have to lean on him. My eyes kept checking his face, to see if he was asleep or not. There was a small space in between his parted legs and I placed my right hand there. Wetting my lips, I slowly lowered my mouth to the crowned head of his manhood. It felt big, hot and absolutely wonderful. I used a little suction as my tongue roved in circles, counterclockwise then clockwise, in swift motions. Taylor shifted again, as his cock became harder.
I instantly paused and peered at his sleeping form. Oh, f*ck it! Let’s see if I could wake up the Boss and monster at the same time. Immediately, I slid lower to take as much length as my mouth could accommodate. Hollowing my cheeks, I motioned my mouth to go back and forth, up and down his hard shaft, stopping only at the head while my tongue worked around it, gliding it through the crack of the engorged tip. I used this technique a few more times until Taylor started to roll his hips, inching his cock more in my mouth, moaning and grunting.
I wasn’t a big fan of blowjobs really. It took dedication and hard work with any man, but now with this monster, it was harder since there wasn’t much space left in my mouth for me to work with. When I realized that his cock was rock hard for me, I readied myself. On my knees, I hunched slightly over his naked form, parted my legs and slowly lowered myself to the tip of his cock. I had to make sure my knees were rooted on both side of his hips before I went any further. I teased the head a few times with my wet entrance and let out a soft moan. Amazing was all I could think. My ravenous appetite hit me full-force and I inched myself slowly down, a delicious current shot through me as I lowered myself a little over halfway down his shaft. Curious, I lifted my lingerie and checked out how far I needed to go to reach the base and saw that I had a little over a quarter to go. It didn’t matter since all I needed was to orgasm and leave him in peace.
Shit, who said size doesn’t matter? Because seriously, whoever said that hasn’t experienced a good monster. Men like Taylor just filled you in a different way. It would be impossible to go back to something normal-sized after this, for sure.
I moaned loudly when my hips started to roll slowly, riding him gently. “Oh f*ck!” I yelped when I sunk a little lower on his length. I was keeping a measured pace, to be sure my p-ssy didn’t swallow this thing whole—or I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. With my eyes closed, it was easier to just feel him and get lost in the beautiful feeling it produced.
“Trista!” I heard Taylor screech, breaking my concentration.
I looked at him innocently. “Yes?”
Taylor seemed like he didn’t know if he was going to be angry or f*ck me. “What are you doing? We had an agreement,” his hollowed voice dragged out as his cock twitched and expanded inside me. A hungered moan came out of my lips when he did that. I shifted a bit and started to rock him again.
“We did. You told me I could use you, right? Well, this is me using you.” I took off my silk lingerie as I rode his cock with violent determination. Nothing mattered then but the glorious feeling I was experiencing. I was maniacal, carnal and out of my mind from sexual rapture.
Taylor savagely moaned and grabbed both of my butt cheeks, spreading them apart before he started to ground me harder on his cock. “Squeeze my cock, baby. Milk it, harder,” he demanded harshly.
I would do anything as long as he kept that filthy talk going. My p-ssy clenched around him like a glove, hard as he requested. I sobbed at the intensity it brought because Taylor was not letting up with his hard grinding. With crucial friction from his size and his frantic grinding, I became crazed from the amplified intensity, magnified hunger and multiplied pleasure it delivered.
“F*ck, that’s my good little slut,” he growled out with passion. My body broke out in sweat as I rode him harder. He took one hand off my ass and started to tease my * with his thumb. The relentless digit rubbed my * in acute circles while his other hand gripped me to ride him harder. “Come for me. Grant my cock some gratitude, little whore.”
I couldn’t. It was too much. I felt like I was going to burst into pieces. I felt like a balloon, with air being pumped into it without caution, ready to pop as it filled to its capacity “Taylor… I don’t think… I… too much,” I sobbed, my body shaking from the powerful, acute burning sensation of my orgasm, readying to be unleashed from my body. My palm landed on his stomach, trying to steady the craziness that was too much for me to take, but Taylor slapped it away.
“You came to me in my sleep to get an orgasm. I’m doing as you asked. I won’t stop until you can’t f*ck anymore.” Taylor took hold of my hips and rolled me on my back. With my ankles on his shoulders, and his hands full on my breasts, he kissed me with wild abandon. He growled each time his cock pummeled me with fervor. “Let me see how beautiful you come, Trista. Show me what my cock can do to your body.”
I screamed bloody murder when he bit into my neck at the same time my orgasm trumpeted out from my very core, bursting with such fevered wrath as it unleashed itself from its containment. It was a tidal wave of kaleidoscopic euphoria in its most primal exquisite form.