Being With You (The Redemption Series) (9 page)

“My purse,” Susy answered and pushed herself off him and sauntered out of the room, her naked backside moving fluidly as she walked.

The lights in the hallway flicked off before she came back into the room and it took some time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He was still lying on his back waiting when he felt the bed dip next to him.

Thinking she’d turned the light off to be in complete darkness to hide her nudity, Tristan chuckled as he fumbled around blindly to find her body. She had resumed her position straddling his lower half, but he felt awkward and grabby when he touched her this way in the dark, not controlled and precise like he wanted. He was trying to show Susy that his mind was completely occupied with her right now, and this wasn’t helping.

“I’ve already seen you naked, Sus. No real point to being in complete darkness, is there?”

She didn’t answer, instead he felt her lean forward and his softening length was pressed firmly up against his stomach as she reached for what he assumed was the lamp behind him. When the light flipped on, she was precariously stretched over top of him, and her gorgeous breasts were inches away from his mouth.

Tristan held her from moving back down and used his tongue to trace the areola of one nipple, pulling the tip between his teeth and tugging. Susy held still, but her face fell forward and she gasped, “Oh Christ…”

Using his hands on her arms to move her body so her other breast was poised near his lips, he repeated the action with the other, earning the same response. Susy was barely holding herself up on her arms anymore, and Tristan could feel her trembling. Knowing how sensitive her breasts were from their encounter in the shower, he knew she wouldn’t be able to handle much more before she exploded.

“Ride me, Sus. I need to feel you clench around me when you come.”

Not needing any further encouragement, she scooted down the bed and dropped the condom onto his belly. She looked at his jutting erection and told him, “I don’t want to fuck it up, Tristan. Can you please do it?”

Assuming she didn’t have experience with this because she hadn’t been very sexually active should have reminded Tristan how young she was and to take things easy with her. But she seemed to know her way around a man’s body and had done nothing but turn him on to the point of being in physical pain, aching for release. All that was left was for him to feel pride that Susy trusted him enough to want to be with him in this way.

Tristan relaxed against the bed and crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll help you. Tear the corner open and take it out of the package.” He waited as Susy gingerly picked the package back up with shaking fingers and cleared her throat as she ripped the package open and pulled out the condom.

“Pinch the tip and hold it over my cock and roll it down,” he instructed and waited. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips drawing his attention to her mouth. She smiled at him, and deftly rolled the sheath onto his dick, earning a hiss from him as she lightly stroked him.

“Susy, Goddamn it, I need you…please…” He was sure he would lose his fucking mind if she didn’t impale herself soon.

Rising up high enough, she held onto his manhood and lowered herself down until their most intimate parts touched. She maneuvered his cock back and forth through her dripping wet slit, and they both gasped in pleasure.

Susy placed his cock at her entrance, and slowly slipped him inside. Tristan fisted his hands in the sheets as she took a little bit at a time and backed off before taking more in. “So fucking tight,” he panted as she repeated, “Oh…Oh….Oh…”

The last few inches were pure torture as she worked to fully seat herself on his shaft. Her voice was already hoarse as she continued to pant, and Tristan pulled her face down to quiet her with a few kisses on her lips. “Are you okay?” he barely said through gritted teeth, “because I need to move…”

His words must have triggered her back into reality and she began moving her hips in a slow circle, gasping each time she took him in completely. It didn’t take long for her to adjust to his length, and she found her rhythm as she rode him harder, making bigger circles as she came back down.

Tristan was nearing his peak and his balls were tightening up as his orgasm built. Susy was oblivious as she rode him harder and harder, almost slamming down when she reached her stride. He ran his fingertips upward through her pussy lips, exposing her clit from behind its hood as he went. With precise aim, he honed his thumb on top of the tiny button, and knew he’d landed directly on it when Susy tossed her head back and panted. On the top of the next roll to her hips, she screamed as she came, and Tristan did the same, the blood rushing from his head; white flecks surrounding his mind’s eye as he emptied inside the thin barrier.

The next conscious thought was of Susy lying next to him, curled up against his side, both of them still panting. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering her body and she coughed when she tried to take a deep breath.

“You okay, Sus?” Tristan asked when she quieted.

“Yes, big guy, I’m fine,” she told him with a hoarse voice. “I just have never screamed that much during sex and I think I strained my voice.”

Tristan couldn’t help but laugh as he thought about what the neighbors must have thought when hearing the loud ruckus the pair of them had just made. His room was the furthest away from their shared wall, but they still had to have heard all that commotion. “Yeah, you’re pretty loud, Sus. I think the whole building knows what we just did,” he teased before giving her a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead.

She gasped, but it only made her cough more, and then she buried her face into his chest. “Oh well. Sex is a perfectly natural part of life…they can’t complain about us being loud in bed.”

Tristan didn’t have a retort for that and just grunted in agreement. Susy moved to get out of his way so he could get out of the bed. With a groan, he sat up and winced again at the pain in his back. He was starting to think his recent over-exertion at the gym immediately following his recent sleep-a-thon wasn’t the greatest idea.

“You want anything while I’m up?”

Susy was burying herself under the covers and fluffing his extra pillow for herself. “No,” she quickly replied before contentedly sighing when she’d gotten comfortable.

Tristan immediately thought about sleeping all night in the same bed with Susy, and hoped his nightmares weren’t going to be a problem.

He voiced his concerns before he left the room, sure that Susy would be asleep when he got back. “Hey, you know I don’t sleep well at night, Susy. I don’t want to keep you up with my…shit.” He didn’t know if just saying nightmares was enough to explain what he went through every night.

“It’s okay, big guy. Maybe if I hold you when they start, they won’t be so bad. Besides, I don’t have my new bed yet and this one is technically still mine. So get cleaned up and get your ass in here, or you get the lumpy couch,” she giggled and burrowed right back into the bed.

Tristan couldn’t help but feel relieved with her nonchalant attitude about his issues. He didn’t want things to be a big deal, and was considering his options for getting a second opinion like she had mentioned. Because he was getting nowhere in a hurry as his anxiety got worse at night, his nightmares stronger and his moods fluctuated wildly some days.

After he was cleaned up again, he grabbed a glass of water and dressed in some briefs before crawling back into bed. Naked would have been preferable, but he didn’t want Susy to think he was just ready to fuck her again the minute she opened her eyes. The girl was way more to him than that, and he was the same to her. Almost like kindred spirits that had their own shitload of baggage to deal with and couldn’t figure out how to do that, except to run away from it.

Tristan put all that aside for right now as he pulled an already sleeping Susy against him and sighed contentedly as he drifted off into sleep.

T
he next evening was a typical Friday night at the restaurant, except Tristan was having problems staying behind the bar. If he wasn’t in the bathroom trying to pee, he was using a medical symptom app on his smartphone trying to find information on his sporadic back ache. He would continually stand in front of the urinal only to feel like someone had stabbed him in the belly when he did finally pee a drop or two. He’d been like this all day, and thought it was maybe an after effect of his recent sexcapades with his roommate.

This last time he came back from the bathroom, Susy was standing behind the bar mixing her own drinks and was helping some of the others with their orders. When he opened the port door and joined her, she looked back at him with concern etched all over her face, but just smiled instead of interrogating him.

“I don’t know how to make a vodka gimlet and Jenn needs one. Otherwise, I got ‘em all.”

Tristan set right to making the last drink, and felt Susy standing next to him again at the pour station. She filled a glass with ice then grabbed a can of juice from the shelf and poured it in. After he finished making Jenn’s last drink, Susy smiled up at him as she held the glass out to him.

“Cranberry juice…it’s an easy way to fight a bladder infection.”

Tristan couldn’t help the sharpness in his voice as he asked, “Are you a fucking doctor now, too?”

Susy tipped her head to the side and gave him her best
are you kiddin’ me
face. “No, asshole, but since you seem to be terrified of them, I thought I’d offer you a solution that could make you feel better without a trip to the ER.”

Turning on her heel, she went to stomp away, but Tristan stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sus. That was mean.” He lowered his head and sighed. “Why do you think I have a bladder infection?”

Susy turned back around to pin him with a face that was meant to be fierce, but with her cute little button nose, it only made her look child-like. She ticked off the list with her fingers as she spoke. “You recently slept for almost twenty-four hours straight with a shitload of booze in your system, your back hurts all the time, you’ve spent most of today in the bathroom, and your pee stinks to high heaven. I get bladder infections all the time and feel that exact same way, except for the back aches.”

Tristan held up his hands in mock-defeat and smiled. “All right, all right, my little hothead. I’ll drink some cranberry juice.” He took a big gulp of the glass and made a mockery of saying, “Ahhh,” when he finished.

“Happy, Sus?”

Rolling her eyes as she walked away, Susy giggled and turned to wink at him before she ducked under the bar door to go back to work.

A week had passed and the pair were finding a groove in their lives with each other and things were going well. Susy seemed to be somewhat of a sedative for him as he slept at night. He would wake up from his nightmares to her quieting him with gentle words and soft touches, and then she would stay up with him until his meds kicked in and massage his back until he fell back to sleep. Susy was right…she did have magical fingers.

After her little intervention at the bar, Tristan drank at least a gallon of cranberry juice that night and the next day, and by Sunday, he was feeling somewhat better. At least he didn’t have to pee all the time…well, he actually did, but it was because of all the liquids he was drinking now. Nothing hurt too badly anymore and he convinced Susy that a trip to the ER wasn’t necessary anymore.

Susy was off today, spending Friday night with her friends at a bachelorette party in the next town over. It was cute the way she hugged and kissed on him before she left, telling him they were taking pole dancing lessons tonight, and would show him what she’d learned when she sobered up tomorrow.

She was fucking adorable when she crinkled up her nose to argue when he stuck some extra cash in her wallet for the night, after he checked her recently purchased fake ID since her 21
st
birthday wasn’t until May. He would feel better knowing she had plenty of money on her in case she needed something or got in trouble, and it felt good to be able to help Susy out in this way. Of course she argued until he silenced her with a deep kiss and a tap on the butt. It was an easy way out, but it was also a good way to end her arguments, because most times she could run circles around him with her mouth.