An undulating wave of pleasure and release rolls down her back before she throws her head backwards and she comes on my cock, milking me harder. Tristan looks fucking stunning.
Her eyes flutter as she peaks, and I drag her closer, needing her skin on mine as her pussy keeps fluttering around my cock and over my knot. Once she’s skin to skin, she binds her arms around my head, and I suck a bruising hickey over the spot that will bear my mark.
We stay like that for a long time, long enough that I drop us back into the warmth of the spa. Neither of us are in a hurry to move, but it gives us the chance to talk.
“I didn’t know who you were, killer,” I say, my thumb trailing over the outline of my teeth on the column of her neck.
She’s watching me, and when I stop looking at what I’ve done and lift my eyes to hers, she’s smirking. “King, you’re lucky I don’t have a shoot tomorrow or breakfast with the girls.”
“Ain’t you got makeup?”
“What if I don’t want to cover it up,” she says, teasing me with her words and a small swirl of her hips. “God, you’re still hard.”
“Where you going with that?” I growl with words and a push of my presence. It sounds like she’s having a fucking dig at me.
Her lip tips up on one side, and she ignores where I was going. “I’m thinking we get out of the spa before I prune up, and you bend me over and fill me up again before we order room service.”
I stare into her eyes, not sure what I’m looking for, but before I find anything, she cups my face. I go to pull away, but she stops me. “I don’t care who or what you are. I definitely don’t give a shit about how old you are and who you’ve been with in the past, I want you.”
I start to say something, but she swipes her tongue over my lips until I let her in. And then I do as she wanted. I pick her up, walk with her still wrapped around me like a boa constrictor.
“How’d you get in, by the way?”
I chuckle, licking my way up her jaw. “You gotta know, I want something and there’s not much that’s gonna stop me taking it.”
“How though?”
“I got friends who work here. I asked for a key, and he said, ‘Yes, sir, King, sir.”
“Fuck me. How’s your ego?”
“Let’s focus on fuck me,” I say before I drop her on the edge of the bed.
There’s nothing I want more than to be inside her again, but first I take a walk around the suite and check the doors before grabbing my phone out of my jeans. I come back to the bedroom and find Tristan sitting legs crossed in the middle of the bed, naked. Looking like my fucking wet dream.
Instead of fucking, we have to talk though.
“You ever do that to me in public again, and I won’t be held responsible.” I swing around and drop on the bed, lying back, fucking beat.
She swings around and holds my arm up so she can curl into me, her thigh settling over my groin, her tits pressed against my side.
“Do what?” She laughs knowing exactly what I’m talking about.
“No one sees the colour of your fucking underwear, yeah?”
“King, are you asking me to be your girl?” She laughs again. And the way she is always so loud and forthright is refreshing.
“Not asking, telling,” I growl before fistinga handful of her hair and kissing the laughter out of her mouth. It tastes delicious.
She pulls apart after a few moments, and I chase her, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, watching fireworks go off in her eyes again. “We aff to talth,” she slurs since I won’t let her go. “Ifff you’re a good Daddy, and we talth, I’ll ssuk youth dick.”
“Tristan…”
She throws her head back and laughs again, but before we can say another word, my phone interrupts us. Handing it over, Tristan climbs off the bed and walks to the loo while I answer.
“King,” Jasper says without waiting for me to speak. “We got fucking issues at the shop. I called Joker, they’re on their way here.”
“What?”
