Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) (5 page)

“You know what, Sophia…I bet you could fool everyone here tonight about being drunk with one thing.” He dances his index finger in front of my face. “How about I put on some
Cherry Pie
and you do the rest?” He shoulder bumps me, shit smirking.

I push his hand away, laughing at him.

“Fuck you!”

“Come on.” He nudges me again as we walk up to the bar that’s just off the patio. He stops suddenly and looks down at his phone, the glow of the screen lights up his face as we step out back.

“We only have like, a matter of minutes before
Tristan
fucks your brains out."

I feel my cheeks warm at Frankie’s words, both from everyone within a perimeter of a few feet hearing him say “fuck my brains out,” and from knowing damn well Tristan will.

“Fuck, Frankie!” I whisper yell at him as he approaches the bar, using his body as a shield to hide my embarrassment.

“Um, yeah, hey…” Frankie mumbles to the bartender.

I push off of Frankie’s back when he takes a step back from the bar, grabbing his drink. Twirling his straw around in the burgundy liquid, I can only guess he's ordered his signature Cosmopolitan. He gestures with his hand around the vast room.

“So…where’re the boys at?”

“Frankie…” I whine at him, waving the obnoxious bottle in his face. “I don’t want to carry around this fucking bottle all night.” “If I was fucking on the bus, maybe, or camping, I could get away with it.”

Stopping suddenly, I realize I was being a little loud. I doubt anyone heard me, but I’m still paranoid.

“But not here,” I whisper to him.

He stares back at me, his smile gone for the moment. A genuine smile sweeps his lips and already, I begin to relax. He just has that something that pulls me back down.

“You sweet thing.” He cups my cheek. “No one is gonna care. Everyone here has seen much worse.”

He smiles at me, dropping his hand so he can hold his straw as he brings his drink back up to his mouth. He takes another sip before speaking again.

“You’re having a baby, Sophia.” He leans down and whispers in my ear. He leans back, but still quietly goes on.“Shit’s gonna change, but girl…it’s gonna be okay.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep it from trembling right here in this fucking loud house, mansion, or whatever. I don’t want anyone to know I’m about to lose my shit. Frankie wraps his left arm around me, pulling me into his side and then kissing me on top of my head.

“So anyway, I have the perfect setup for Europe. I’m thinking, heavy
metal
. You know, the old school cartoon and shit." He nods to my chest, not skipping a beat. "Since you may start to show, I have to focus on the gun show to keep everyone's attention off your midriff.”

“Fuck, do you think I’ll be showing by then?”

I didn’t even think of it. I’m no doctor or anything, but I’m guessing I’m at least a few weeks. I could be over a month if you go back to our first time. Nah, there’s no way I should be showing, but Frankie did point out about my already sized outfits feeling snug. Like bloating or some shit, he said. I still have almost a couple months to go.

“Don’t worry, girl. I got this.”

Frankie taps his chest with his index finger, smiling confidently. Giving him a small smile back, I take a drink from my stupid bottle of water and turn around so I face the party that’s happening. I notice Roger fisting a beer in each hand as Jeff pours a shot down his throat with some chick hanging off his arm. Of course. Jared is behind him, grinning like he knows something is about to happen. Those two... they’re so fucking funny.

My eyes keep scanning the room and the stairs. Bodies are everywhere, but it's not crammed. This isn’t like one of those house party scenes you would watch as a kid in those teen movies, but it is busy in here. What’s fucking surreal is seeing members of bands I would jam out to in college; fuck, even back in high school. I guess I never really paid much attention to it before at other gatherings because by now, I would have been pretty buzzed up already.

As the next twenty minutes pass, Frankie is already on his second Cosmo and going on about how he is all excited about French men.

“We will like, get married and after…five years, start adopting.”

I’m caught up in trying to find Tristan in this one spot with my eyes. Every now and then, I smile and nod my head at him. Maybe throw in a giggle here, and an eye roll there.

Slipknot's
Killpop
blares as everyone becomes louder. Glancing behind me toward the glow of the pool, I see Caleb hitting on some blonde, when my heart stops. Right behind him, Tristan’s eyes are locked on mine as he grips his empty glass in his hand.

Just then, Frankie wraps his arms around me, laughing about something. I look up at him for only a moment when my eyes drift to the side, back at Tristan. He’s already stalking his way over to us and my core clenches as my stomach rushes with liquid heat. I know he’s already coming for me. My heart starts racing even more as blood rapidly pumps through it. Frankie stops laughing at whatever when Tristan comes into view.

“Bye, girl,” Frankie whispers at me through the side of his mouth, stepping away right when Tristan reaches out for my arm, giving me this crooked, panty dropping grin.

“Hey,” I whisper breathlessly up at him.

Tristan’s eyes narrow on mine.

“Hey,” is all he says back.

He grips my arm gently, but his voice sounds rough. He starts leading me through the crowd, heading toward the stairs. Tristan breathes heavily down my neck as I take my first step up, my senses taking in the whiskey on his breath.

“Whatever you have going on behind those gorgeous eyes of yours, I'm going to fuck right out of you.”

Holy shit!

Chapter Five

Tristan

She might not be able to see me, but I know for a fucking fact that my girl can feel me. She stands beside Frankie, smiling at him with that smile I swear to God would stop any man’s heart.

Bringing the chilled glass up to my lips, I keep my eyes on her, watching hers scan the room. I know she’s looking for me and just then, her head turns and her eyes find mine.
Fuck.
My cock hardens as I drink her in... leather pants so fucking tight on that sweet ass of hers. I have to control myself to not pound into her right here, but I can admit I won’t be able to wait for the hotel either. I need her now.

Stalking toward her, I’m able to reach her in a few steps, pressing my chest against her small back. She fits into me fucking perfectly.

“Tristan, what are you doing?”

She leans back against my chest, nervously trying to keep her voice down. No point, because in a matter of fucking minutes, everyone here will hear her screaming my name.

“Just keep going,” I say roughly in her ear before nipping her earlobe.

Sophia pauses on the top step for just a moment as her body quivers in my hold. Not loosening my grip, I walk her up to the first door I see. The inside of me is raging with how fucking bad I want to get inside of her.

With my other hand, I give the knob a twist before yanking Sophia in. She’s so small that sometimes I have to control myself. She stumbles in just as I kick the door shut behind me, making a loud bang as it latches.

“What the fu-” 

“Strip!” I bark back at her.

Fuck,
calm down, man. I try to repeat this to myself in my head, but Christ! Sophia’s eyebrows pinch together as the corner of her sexy mouth lifts up.

“You’re drunk,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Not yet,” I growl at her, grabbing the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head in one swift move, almost ripping the damn thing. “But I will be.”

She hesitantly takes a step back as if I’m some fucking caged animal. She’s got one thing right about that thought; I’m gonna fuck her hard like an animal. Her eyes widen the closer I get.

“Y-yes, you are...”

“No, I’m not, Sophia. But once I have a drink from that sweet pussy of yours, I will definitely be fucked up.”

Sophia stands paralyzed at my words that I know for a fact have that little clit of hers humming.

Not giving her a second longer, I step into her space, gripping the back of her head with one hand as I tower over her, crashing my mouth down on hers. She whimpers into my mouth as I grab her full tit with my other hand, feeling the soft, full flesh underneath my fingertips.

I need more. Breaking away harshly from our kiss, I drop to my knees, taking the sides of her tight as hell pants she has on. Gripping tightly, I yank with all of the force I have down her thighs, actually causing the leather to splinter.

Fuck me.
My mouth waters. Sophia has on underneath a sheer, black and red thong. Fire shoots right to my groin. I don’t bother wasting another second laying her down, but dig right into her as she stands in front of me. She can’t even open her damn legs up to me all the way from the restrictions of her pants only halfway down her legs.

Burying my face right to her pussy, I inhale her heat.

“Ah…” she quietly moans as my nose runs up the length of her.

Using my hand to grip her hip tightly, I use the other to yank up on her thong in the front so the material rubs against her swollen clit. Twisting the fine silk in my hand, I play with her clit by running the material back and forth. Seeing her juices begin to cascade down her thigh, I press my lips against the apex of her thigh, using my tongue to lazily lick up every last drop of her. Fuck, she's so wet. Letting go of her thong, I reach around, fisting her round flesh as I bring her down on her back.

The wind gets temporarily knocked out of her as her back easily hits the carpet. It’s not like I threw her down hard. My breathing is ragged as I finish tearing off her pants, my fucking hands shaking as hard as if I were fucking sixteen again.

“Tristan…” she breathes, and the sound of her voice stirs at my cock.

My body can’t keep up with how this woman has total fucking control over me. Hooking my finger on the side of her thong, I pull it away from her flesh. I can’t fucking figure out if I want her still wearing this or not? Just then, my cock jerks at an idea. I pull my lips into my mouth to try and hide my grin as my girl holds in her breath, heavy sapphire eyes staring back up at me.

Lowering myself down, I inch back so that I’m staring right at that delicious pussy. I press my face into her, inhaling deep. Her thighs tighten around my head. God, I fucking love it that she’s so ready and easy for me. Just like a whore, but a whore of the right kind. Mine. And I’m her whore too. Only hers.

Pressing my tongue flat against her, over the smooth, wet, material that’s separating my tongue from her opening, I drag it upwards. When I reach her sweet, hard little nub, I press an open-mouthed kiss on it. She’s soaking wet, and my dick feels like it’s going to explode, but I fucking love the torture. Not only what it’s doing to her, but to myself, too.

Sounds fucked up, I know. But I just can’t get enough. I want everything… everything from her, from the sound of her laughter to needing to see her tears. When she’s pissed or when she’s coming. I want all of her. Every single breath, scream, smile, every fucking inch of her body, right down to the fucking center of her entire being. I need it all.

“Fuck.”

A moan slips from her lips. Sophia brings her hand up, covering her mouth. I chuckle low into her pussy, knowing damn well what it does to her. She quivers beneath me. She’s trying to be muted. I don’t fucking think so.

“Uh-uh, fuck that.”

Shaking my head at her, I stretch the material tighter, strumming it harder across her aching clit. Leaning in, I use the tip of my tongue to lick up the side of her fleshy folds. Using the material to press over one lip, I pull the other in my mouth and begin to suck hard. Then, I fucking let go. Sophia’s grinding the hell out of my face as I work her thong against her and I lose it.

With the thin material in my grasp, I yank back hard, causing it to tighten against her skin before letting go. I drop the pieces, driving my fingers inside her warmth as my mouth greedily takes over her dripping pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit before pulling the delectable, hot little bud into my mouth. I can never get enough of eating her.

“Shit!” she screams louder.

She’s losing control now, and I have to fist my cock over my jeans just to stop it from fucking combusting.

“
Fuck,
Sophia… I fucking love you.” I whisper into her pussy.

Her fingers run through my hair as she presses herself against my lips. A throaty moan rasps its way out of her.

“I need you, Tristan.”

“Fuck, baby. I need you, too.”

Releasing my fingers from her tight hold, I tug my zipper down. Not wasting any more time, I snatch my dick out, propping myself up over her.

“Get rid of the fucking shirt. Now!” I yell the last part.

I need to feel her chest against mine. She rises up in a hurry, fumbling with the hem of her shirt. Damn, her fingers shake to get hold. When she lifts up, I notice the swell of the bottom of her tits and I lose it.

Not giving her a second longer to finish removing the damn shirt, I dive deep into her. Slick, warmth devours my cock. She falls back, the shirt still dangling from one arm as the rest of her is bare. I begin to pound harder. Those fucking beautiful tits of hers begin to bounce in sync with every hard thrust I give her.

“Fuck!” she screams.

Baring my teeth, I drop my head back as I keep diving into her, using my cock to show no mercy on that sexy pussy of hers.

“Fuck yeah, Sophia. Let me hear it,” I say to her through gritted teeth.

“Tristan, I-I...”

“What?”

I cock my head to the side as I look down at her. Her hair is sprawled out like a halo. I’m hypnotized on that fucking chest of hers, her perfect tits moving each time she takes my dick. She is a fucking unbelievable sight.

“What is it, my girl?” I ask as I lean down on top of her, feeling her tits pressed up against my chest.

Her chest is slick with our sweat.
Shit.
Slowing down my rhythm, I swivel my hips against her clit every time our pelvises touch. That shit right there drives my girl fucking wild. She’s so fucking wet.

Nothing comes from her sweet lips but screams. Pleading me.

“You want me to stop?” I breathe against her mouth.

Her eyes are closed tightly as another moan escapes her. Pulling her lips into her mouth, she tries to shake her head before opening those eyes of hers up at me. That breaks me down.

“Ah,
fuck…
”

Digging her nails deep into my shoulder, her other small hand grips the top part of my ass, pressing her tight body against me harder. Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I stare back at her.

“You want it?” I tease.

Sophia's eyes are magnetic slivers of sapphire that are telling me yes. But her lips are still silent. Slamming into her harder, I ask again.

“Do you?”

I run my tongue along her neck ’til my mouth reaches hers. Sophia dives her tongue greedily into my mouth. I feel her body tense and jerk underneath mine.
Holy shit!
My girl is already coming. So fucking responsive.
Damn.

“Fuck!” I groan, but I’m not done with her. Not even close. Her tight pussy will be feeling my fucking cock for days by the time I’m done with her.

Laying myself completely flat on top of her soft body, I prop my elbows up on the rug on each side of her head. Sophia pulls those full lips into her mouth then releases them. They shine with her taste. A deep moan rattles through me before I devour her mouth again. Sophia’s tongue is forceful but feminine. Using her tongue to tease along the side of mine, she lightly tastes me while using her soft lips to cloak my own. Fucking sublime.

Sophia’s graceful hands stroke the sides of my chest as I continue to slow down my rhythm, savoring the feeling of Sophia’s pussy giving me her hot cum. Tearing her lips off mine, my girl torments me with her tongue, grazing it down the stubble of my cheek ’til she reaches the tip of my chin.

I feel a sudden pang of pain. Sophia grins up at me as she bites down on my chin again, the short hairs pulling away from my skin. A growl emanates from the back of my throat before I yank her up under her arms. Leaning back on my heels and gripping her back, I yank her on top so that she’s straddling my thighs. Her chest heaves heavily with each breath she takes.
Fuck.

Taking her small hands in mine, I place them on my shoulders, not breaking eye contact with her.

“Hold on, my girl.”

She inches herself up on me more. I use my other hand to position my cock underneath her. Her body is already weak, so instead of diving into her like my cock wants to, my heart needs
to consume every nerve of hers.

Gripping her waist with the head of my cock teasing her opening, I sink into her so slowly it feels like pure sexual agony. Wrapping one arm under hers and up her back, I fist a handful of her hair from the back of her skull and give it a light pull so I can get perfect access to her neck. 

“Tristan. Oh, my God,” she moans as her hot skin ripples with goose bumps.

My mouth licks, sucks, and takes small nips of her mesmeric neck. Now she’s using her pussy to match up with my cock every time I thrust into her. Strength comes back to life in her grip on my shoulders as she meets me with the same force.

“Fucking love my cock, don’t you?”

That’s more of a statement than a fucking question. Biting the side of her bottom lip, a fucking dangerous smirk reaches the corner of her mouth. More heat runs from my gut to my groin. She pulls herself back up on me so that her tits are smashed to my chest and I feel her smooth cheek against mine. Sophia’s hot breath caresses my ear.

“I fucking love it, Tristan.”

Goddamn.

Blacking out from absolute fucking desire, I fist her waist harder in my hands as I pound up into her tight pussy. She submits her body at this point, letting me have my way with her, taking her whatever way I want.

Screams pierce the room as her head falls back. Thick, long hair tickles against the skin of my fingers as I grip her waist. Her heavy, delicious breasts smash into my slick chest with every plunge I sink into her. 

“Ah, fuck,” I moan on her hardened nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

“Shit!”

Sophia winces, but I can’t fucking stop. With one hand still on her hip, I hold her still as I continue to fuck her. The other is now squeezing that same breast. Her pussy is dripping; my cock is so fucking hard and my girl is fucking screaming, almost as if she were in pain. I’m going to fucking lose it.

Letting go of her nipple from my mouth, it releases with suction. Sophia’s pussy clenches me deeper into her as I feel a gush of heat rushing out of her again. Her head falls forward so that her forehead is resting in the crook of my neck. Strands of her thick, soft hair stick to the sides of her face and her back. I pound into her just a couple more times before my orgasm rips through me, heat stirring in my groin, spilling out of my dick.