Everything I Want (12 page)

“It tastes to me that you’re ready to fuck!”

“Fuck you Tris—” He crashes down on me again, twirling his tongue around in my mouth so I can taste myself on him. I know this is wrong.
Very
wrong. I mean we’re in a fucking corridor, for fuck’s sake! But I can’t stop this now. The aching inside me is too strong, and deep down, I want this badly. While we are engaged in our passionate kiss, he manages to spin me around, crashing on the opposite wall and hitting the elevator button. I quietly moan in his mouth, rubbing myself up on him as he does the same on me. When the elevator opens, he pushes me hard inside, where I lost my footing and began to fall before he crashes himself onto me again. Once the elevator closes, he pushes the top floor button and turns back to start ravaging my mouth, jaw, and neck. And I couldn’t help but try to feel every single part of him. My hands run through his soft hair, pulling hard as I do and fumbling to push his jacket off of him so I can feel his chest better against me.

“I’m going to have you now, Sophia. And I’m going to have you again in my fucking suite. I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy all night. I want you thinking of me tomorrow and the next fucking day…”
Oh shit!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I don’t know why, but as soon as Tristan said that, I felt myself getting wetter. “Grab onto me,” he growls as he uses his leg to kick the button to stop the elevator. I do as he tells me to do and hold on to his shoulders, wrapping my legs around him.

He starts biting softly at my neck then sucking the same spots where he just bit. Lifting me up higher on the wall and pushing up my dress so my ass is exposed to him, he says, “You don’t think I fucking know what you were doing to me tonight out there?” he growls at me, “on that fucking stage. Fuck!” The last part came out in a feverish yell. Suddenly before I knew it, he tears my black lace panties off of me in one strong tug. I’m in such a heavy daze right now that I didn’t hear him unzip his pants. He positions the head of his cock up to my entrance while the other hand is wrapped around me, holding me in place. He assaults me suddenly, not giving me any time to adjust to him. “Ahh!” My head falls back trying to take him in. He stills only for a moment so I can get acquainted with his enlarged cock. He’s breathing heavy on my neck; then he thrusts the rest of the way into me, piercing me as he does. It’s pain and pleasure. I just wish it was more pleasure right now than pain.

I feel him stretching me as he begins to move his way in and out of me. I’m biting my lip hard trying to keep the moans of pleasure from escaping my mouth. And all I hear from him are deep raspy breaths.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

He uses both of his hands now in gripping my ass. His fingers so close to the back that I feel them almost penetrating there as well. The straps of my dress fall off my shoulders, baring even more the tops of my breasts. Tristan begins to lick and suck them. He keeps pushing me up higher and harder. Licking, sucking, and biting me.

“Look at me, Sophia,” he demands, and I open my eyes to him.

Everything around me right now seems so cloudy with the intensity of our fucking. He’s looking at me with his full lips tucked into his mouth as he’s pressing down on them. The tendons in his neck are starting to bulge. And he is grunting as he pushes even faster now. I can hear my arousal on him, smacking with every thrust he gives me; then suddenly, I cannot hold back anymore. Releasing my lip from my teeth and throwing my head back, I come loudly, scratching at Tristan’s shoulders. He thrusts into me for a few more times before stilling, breathing loudly in my ear as I slowly try to come down from my impressive orgasm. Shit! I definitely never came like that before.

Tristan releases me and pushes the button to continue our way. Buttoning up his pants, I notice that I actually ripped his shirt too. Shreds of black fabric line the elevator floor. I hold onto the railing for of fear of falling over. My legs feel like jelly, and my head is light. I’m trying to get back on regular breathing. Not even knowing that when the elevator stops, Tristan scoops me up into his arms and begins walking down the hallway to his suite.

“Let me down, Tristan!” I slap at his chest. “I’m an adult! I can walk!”

“I told you I’m not done with you yet.”

When we approach his room, his bodyguard quickly opens the door. If I wasn’t drunk right now, this would be so embarrassing.

Once we’re in the suite, it’s dark with the only light being the city and the moon, coming through the window. He puts me down, and I quickly turn to him. He looks absolutely desirable. His chest rising and falling with every breath he takes in. His jaw clenches, and his hands are at his sides in fists. I stare up at him and realize that I still crave more. He’s just staring at me for a moment before I step closer to him, rubbing my palms up and down his entire chest.

I slowly lick my lips and whisper, “What the fuck were you thinking back there?”

As I am studying him, he gives away nothing but grabs me firmly by the hands that were feeling him. But he stills says nothing. Instead, he grabs the hem of my dress so quickly and pulls it off of me in one quick movement just like he did with my panties. But thank God he didn’t tear my dress like he did them.

I’m left completely bare to him, just standing there in the soft light of the darkness with only my heels on. He takes his time staring all over me. Slowly licking his lips, he starts to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off him and dropping it onto the floor. I know I should feel self-conscious standing here in front of him like this, but I don’t. I’m standing here needing and waiting for more. He steps in closer to me and pulls me hard against him. Already, I feel him beginning to harden again. My hair is starting to fall out of the pins, and he pushes it away from my face. Using his one hand, he tilts my chin up higher and bends to me. I feel his full lips feather against my own lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sophia.” He then kisses me hard, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers twining into his thick hair. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me into the bedroom. He gently lays me down on top of the bed and pulls away. I lift up, resting my weight on my elbows and panting. His gaze is still on mine as I watch him undo his pants and pull them down with his boxers while his erection springs forth. No wonder why it hurt so bad in the elevator. I never really got a chance to see it. But he’s huge! My eyes adjust to the dim light peeking through outside. He crawls up on top of me and swiftly turns me over. I’m pressed against the mattress as his body is pressed on top of mine. He reaches down and starts caressing my ass, a mixture of gentle and firm as he strokes me; then his fingers find their way to my most vulnerable part and slide in. I’m already wet again, and Tristan feeling this makes him groan.

“I know you love this, Sophia, and I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that you will be begging me to stop. You hear me? You will never want another dick inside of you besides mine ever fucking again.”

I’m panting harder now, trying to push myself up harder into his palms. His laughter is low and almost villain-like.

“You greedy little bitch. Hold on!”

And he continues his slow torture over my body, feeling me from the inside while his other hand strokes the entire length of my body. I’m clawing at the sheets and trying to hold my grip to keep from grabbing him. I know I should be pissed that Tristan is talking to me this way, but all it does is turn me on even more. Suddenly, I feel a sharp bite on my ass cheek. He lifts me suddenly and uses his free hand to grab me by my waist and flips me over to my back. Tristan crawls on top of me. I can feel his rigid cock pressed against my stomach. He grabs my face with both hands tightly so I cannot move.

“Don’t tell me what to do to you, got it? Tonight, you’re mine and I fucking own you! And I will do whatever I want!”

His deep voice rumbles through me at his dominance, but I still try to maintain my dignity.

“Fuck me or let me leave. I’m not playing here, Tristan.” I try getting him to move, but he slams me down again and roars.

“What did I just say, bitch? You’ve been nothing but a fucking cock tease since I met you. Well, you’re not teasing my cock no more. You fucking got it!”

His mouth finds my breast and starts sucking and licking the tip of my nipple while squeezing it. I lick my lips and bite down, trying to rub myself on him to get some relief. He knows it too because his other hand finds my aching area and starts to softly rub in between my folds. My head goes back on the pillows as I reach up and grab the headboard. Tristan, again being the tease that he is, lifts up and leaves me lying there panting again.

He grabs the back of my head hard and pulls me to him.

“I want you to taste my cock, Sophia. My cock that’s already been inside that sweet, sweet pussy.”

He then slams my face down onto him. Bending over on the bed, I grab him firmly with both hands and begin to stroke him as I take him into my mouth. Shit! I can’t even fit his entire length in. I close my eyes and relax my throat as best as I could and start sucking, stopping each time at the top, flicking my tongue over the head before going back down. He lets go of my head and rests his weight on his arms behind him, pressing down into the mattress, as his legs lay over the bed. He’s groaning louder now, and it turns me on even more. Taking my one hand, I begin to rub his inner thighs and gently over his balls while the other is stroking the entire length of his velvety cock. I start tasting a salty substance at the tip now. I lick the length of his dick slowly, laying a soft kiss on the tip. Tristan grabs my shoulders and pulls me away. His eyes are full of lust and need. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him. I reach underneath me and take hold of him and position him right at my entrance. I easily start to merge myself onto him, trying to take him in easier than in the elevator. With my lack of pervious partners and with how endowed he is, it’s not an easy fit. He shows his teeth suddenly and grabs me, piercing through me again. And I couldn’t help but scream loudly, throwing my head back. Tristan moans loudly, too, closing his eyes; then he starts making me work on top of him. But right now, all I can think about is sharp pain inside of me, and I don’t want to move. After a few moments to collect myself, I slowly begin to start rubbing myself on him and getting used to the fullness inside of me. Looking down at him, seeing him like this makes me even hotter. I hold onto his chest and begin to move myself up and down.

Feeling brave, I lean over him and say, “Is this what you wanted, Tristan? My pussy wrapped around your hard cock?”

With that, he growls loudly and flips me over suddenly, pressing his entire weight on top of me. He starts to really move, slamming into me harder. It’s as if he’s punishing me for saying that to him, but I don’t care. I grab the headboard again and take all of him in, screaming so loudly now.

“Fuck you, bitch,” he said as he continues his rhythmic force crashing into me. Just then, I feel I’m there again. Closing my eyes tight to try and control it, it comes. My body instantly stiffens as my orgasm rips right through me. Seeing fuzzy spots when I close my eyes, I open them. My body is having a tingling sensation going through every vein and nerve. Tristan finds his release next. I can feel him pulsate inside of me as he moans quietly into my ear, breathing heavily. Darkness starts to creep over me, and the last things I remember seeing are Tristan’s eyes staring down at me.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

My body is tight and sore everywhere! My head is pounding. I slowly open my eyes. The room is mainly dark; but I notice, through the window, that the sun is starting to rise. I try to stretch out but I can’t. I feel a warm and heavy body on top of me. I quickly jerk my head over to see what’s stopping me.
Tristan!
What in the fuck! I stop for a moment and realize what the fuck I did last night: Tristan grabbing me and pulling me into the corridor, our passionate kiss, him feeling every inch of my body, Him tearing my panties off and fucking me senseless in the elevator
and in his room!
Oh my god! I even sucked his dick. I instantly brought my free arm to my mouth to cover it when I realize what I’d just done. My eyes are huge as I examine the room. It’s a lovely room. Tall windows overlook the same view as downstairs—the Detroit River. The bed is spacious, too, with very soft linens. Tristan’s hard body is wrapped around mine. His arm is sprawled across my stomach. His face is buried in the nape of my neck. Feeling his hot, heavy breath on my sensitive skin right now is only making me feel even more suffocated.

I slowly and very easily peel myself from underneath him, inching my way to the edge of the bed. Tristan’s arm slides away from my chest, and suddenly, his head falls from my neck onto the pillow. He stirs for a second and I pause. Shit! Shit! Shit!
Please don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.
When I notice that he’s still sleeping, I pull the rest of myself away and quickly climb out of bed.

Hurrying myself up, I look around the room for my dress. Glancing down at my feet, I notice that I’m still wearing my heels.

What the hell?
I slept in my heels all night? Well, no time to think about that now. I need to get the fuck out of here. I stop and try to remember where I took off my dress last night. Wait! He pulled it off of me. In the living room, I think. I scurry out of the bedroom into the living area, where I see the expensive dress lying on the floor. I hurry over to it and grab it, quickly pulling it over my head; then I head straight for the door, gently squeezing the handle. I turn it slowly, trying not to make any noise. Once I see the bright lights of the hallway, I’m gone. I sprint down the hall and to the elevators, pushing the same button over and over again. Like it matters. It’s not going to make it arrive any quicker. The elevator finally arrives, and I quickly get in, pushing the twelfth floor. When the elevator closes, relief floods over me. I fall back onto the wall, holding the railing tight, and blow out a deep breath that I must have been keeping in since I got out of Tristan’s bed.

I cannot believe I just slept with Tristan Scott! Twice! And he was fucking unbelievable! The doors open to my floor; and I make my way out, heading straight for my room when I realize that I don’t have my room key. Great. It’s not like I can go back and knock on Tristan’s door and ask for it. Actually, come to think about it, did I even have my key there? Shit! I don’t want to go downstairs to the lobby and ask for another one. I must look like shit right now. My hands run through my hair and it’s a tangled mess. Yep. Definitely not going down there. Wait! Frankie. I’ll go to Frankie’s room. Yes. That’s what I’ll do. I know he said he’s a few doors down from mine, so I start counting.

I walk up to the one that I’m hoping is Frankie’s and begin to knock.

“Frankie!” I whisper-yell, “Frankie, open up!” I press my ear to the door and begin to hear footsteps. Please let this be the right room, or I’m gonna die. I hear the handle click and see Frankie’s sleepy face peeking out, looking like he’s sleepwalking. Frankie starts rubbing his eyes delicately.

“Sophia? Is that you?” I push past him just to get myself out of the hall. He shuts the door and turns toward me, still rubbing his eyes. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Shhh!” I don’t know why I told him to be quiet. It’s not like anyone can hear us. “Frankie, I need you to do me a really big favor. Please. I’ll owe you.”

He steps closer, eyeing me, and says, “You look like you just got hit by a truck. Or a big dick… ”

My mouth drops. How can he be so blunt? My look just gave myself away.

“I take it, it was the big dick.”

“Please, Frankie! Go down to the lobby and get me another key.”

“What? It’s… ” He grabs his phone off the dresser. “It’s six fucking thirty!”

“Please, oh please! I can’t go down there like this.” I point to myself.

Frankie checks me out from head to toe, smiling now. “Well, girl, I guess I can but… Who were you with last night?”

I shake my head. I don’t want him to know. Or
anyone
, for that matter! That was a very big mistake. And big being the key word here.

“Well, I guess you can go down and get it yourself then. No one should really be down there at this time. Well… Besides the men in suits, you know. Business.”

He’s laughing to himself now and I hate it. I roll my eyes and look down at my feet, which are killing me from having these damn heels squeezing them all night. I blow out a breath that moves some of my hair out of the way of my eyes and stare at him. His face is warm and his smile fades.

““Oh God! I think I know.” He presses his hands to his mouth. My eyes burrow into his, pleading him not to go further.

“Tristan?” he whispered. And all I can do is slowly nod, not being able to look him in the eyes right now.

“Fuck, Sophia! Damn!” he said, “I’ll be right back.” He grabs his shirt off the dresser and pulls it over his head. Still wearing his pink, zebra print silk pajama bottoms, he leaves the room.

I plop down on the bed, holding my head. What did I just get myself into? A little over five weeks left of my first tour and I blew it by sleeping with the lead singer of Undead Society. Who is a prick, by the way. I reach down and I cup myself. Fuck! He wasn’t joking when he said I would feel him the next day; then, another thought occurred in my mind. Tristan didn’t use protection both times! I’m on birth control, so that doesn’t bother me there. But what about STDs? Oh god, what did I just get myself into? I will just have to have a serious talk with him about that matter, but I don’t want to think about when. Not anytime in the near future. Damn me for being drunk and needy.

Minutes pass and I hear the door opening. Frankie! He comes in slowly, yawning, and tosses me the key card before flopping back down on the bed. “It’s all yours, sweetheart,” he says to me. I hold the card tight in my hand and bend over to kiss him on the top of his head. “Thank you,” I whispered. Getting myself up from the bed, I start to exit from his room; then suddenly he says, “Don’t think you’re getting off the hook that easy. I want details soon.” With that, I close the door behind me. Damn. And I almost thought I had a clean getaway.

Once I’m in my room, I go straight for the bathroom. Turning the shower on, I stripped out of my dress and heels. For some reason, I feel like if I scrub myself hard; then last night never happened. Soaking under the spray of the shower, I stand there. Not moving. Just letting the water cascade down me. And images of Tristan start to race through my mind. I didn’t realize I was doing it; but when I started thinking of last night, I began to touch myself. Shit! I hate that Tristan has such a power over me. I quickly wash myself and get out. Not even brushing my hair, I have the towel wrapped around me; and I lay down on my bed.

I fall asleep again, being awakened to my phone going off. I get up quickly, reaching over to grab it. It’s Matt so I pick up.

“Hello,” I say alertly.

“Hey, we’re leaving in an hour. You ready?” Shit. I thought I would only take a nap, but I fell back asleep for four hours.

“Yeah. Give me ten though.” With that, I hang up from him and go in search for my brush.

After I’m all dressed and ready, I collect my things from the room and make my way downstairs. I’m wearing once again ripped blue jeans and a white tank top. From falling asleep on my wet hair, when I brushed it, it has more waves than usual. But I didn’t care. I put some more frizz serum in so, at least, it wouldn’t be frizzy; and I didn’t bother with makeup since we were going to be on a bus to Cleveland for tonight’s show.

I’m holding my breath the entire time to the bus, hoping I wouldn’t run into Tristan. Thankfully I didn’t. I give one of the roadies my belongings and climb right in. Roger and Jared were already there.

“Just waiting for fucking Cory to get back,” Roger says to me as he’s rolling a joint.

“Where’s Cory?” I ask. Jared looks at me then back down to check out what Roger is doing.

“We don’t know. Lux got a hold of him though. He said he’s on his way,” Jared says.

“Fucking great.” I didn’t realize I said it out loud, but I know where Cory is. He’s out scoring more coke. I hate it! Matt climbs into the bus, putting his phone in his front pocket. His long dark bangs hang in his face. Normally, even in the morning, he has his hair styled to perfection.

He looks around us and explains, “Cory’s here. We’re leaving in ten minutes. The other buses left half an hour ago.”

He starts laughing a little and says, “Lux is pissed. Apparently, we all should have left over an hour ago. Less time to prepare for tonight so… I take it Cory will be chewed out.”

“Good!”

The word came out of my mouth before I could even stop it. All of the guys look up at me.

“I— I… ”

I start to make excuses for my remark when Roger lifts his hands up stopping me

“Don’t. We’ve all been thinking it lately. Shit. We’re on the road for almost three weeks now, and that boy been doing this shit almost every time we leave.”

Roger then reaches in his front pocket to grab a lighter and pulls it out to light the joint. After he exhales, he continues. “Cory needs a good ass chewing. Maybe he’ll get his shit together. Let Lux handle it.”

I didn’t want to stand out there anymore, nor did I want to see Cory come into the bus either. So I make my way back into my own little room in the bus and close the door. I lay back down on the bed and put my headphones into my ears and press play on my iPod. SlipKnot’s “Before I Forget” came on, and I closed my eyes to forget all about the shit with Cory. And Tristan.