“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he breathes out. “Push me away if it’s too much.”
He grabs her head with both hands, one hand still clutching a fist full of her blonde hair, and starts to thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and watching tears gather in his eyes. He might be concerned if he didn’t see the slight curve to the corners of her lips or the way she’s maintaining the most intense eye contact he’s ever experienced.
“I fucking hate that any man got to see you like this,” he says, his movement becoming unsteady, telling her that he’s getting close. “I just want to fuck every part of you until I’m the only one you remember.”
She moans around him and digs her nails into the firm muscle of his ass. She wants to answer him back, to tell him that she never let a man use her likethis, that this is just for him and that even if she had given filthy head like this before, his cock was still the best thing she’s ever had.
After a few more moments his brows begin to furrow and his breathing becomes erratic.
“Fuck, you gonna swallow for me, baby?”
Tessa nods her head as best she can in her current state.
Tristan abruptly pulls out of her mouth and starts aggressively fisting his cock right against her mouth.
“Open, stick out your tongue,” he orders, and of course she complies.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he groans her name as hot spurts of cum shoot out and land perfectly into her mouth and against her tongue. The Tessa who lived without Tristan would have been appalled at something like this and even would have called it degrading, but something about being on her knees in front of a man like Tristan, letting him face fuck her until he’s ordering her to swallow his cum…doesn’t feel degrading at all. She feels sensual and powerful watching the giant man above her falling apart.
His whole body shakes as the orgasm begins to subside, and he looks down at her with nothing but reverence and affection as she closes her mouth and swallows, then letting her tongue peak between her lips to lick off the remaining droplets of his release.
His breathing is heavy as he leans down to give her a passionate kiss and then helps her stand up, crushing her against his chest. Every single part of him wants to utter the forbidden words sitting on the tip of his tongue, but something in his gut is telling him to hang onto those words for another time.
“Do you feel better now?” She asks teasingly against his neck.
“You have no idea.”
Knock Knock
They break apart and Tessa can’t help but giggle at how quickly Tristan pulls his shorts back up over his hips.
“Tessa?”
Coach Rice’s voice comes from the other side of the door sounding stern and annoyed, so basically the same as always.
“Can I come find you in 5 minutes, Coach?” she says against the closed door. “I’m in the middle of something.”
She shooshes Tristan with her hand as he holds back a laugh.
“I need to speak with Kelly immediately. Is he in there?”
Their eyes widen and they both stand motionless, very unsure of how to proceed.
“Um…well…”
“Tell him my office, 5 minutes, that it’s urgent.”
They listen to his footsteps walk away and stare at each other in silence, Tristan’s heartbeat racing.
“Is that normal?” Tessa asks hesitantly.
Tristan shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips.
“No, not at all.”
“Shit. Does he know what we were doing? Can you get in trouble for this?”
“I doubt it,” Tristan says, taking a step towards her and placing a firm kiss on her lips. “I have no idea what he’s upset about but there’s no way it’s this. He’d never get mad about something like this, especially since I’ve been on fire lately.”
