He had to already know she wanted him- but she didn’t think he knew just how badly. She wondered if he’d even actually make it through the door before she was having to restrain herself from pouncing on him.
***
“So, what have you been up to? How’s your job? Heard from Angela lately?” Nick said out loud, to himself. He shook his head as he drove to Tristan’s apartment, wondering if he’d be able to have an actual conversation with her. He’d said when she was leaving that he wanted to get to know her better, and he did, he just wasn’t entirely sure where to start. He’d been lonely since she’d broken things off, and even though he didn’t miss Brooke, he did miss having someone to occupy his time and his mind from thinking about all the things he still wanted to try with Tristan. He’d thought many times about what she’d said, that it wasn’t her that he knew… but he could say the same things to her, too- that she didn’t know him really, either. At the moment though, he wasn’t really concerned with it… he wanted to kiss her again, more than anything… but he’d said they’d talk tonight, so he was going to find something to talk about… and see where things went from there. Right.
***
“I’m no stranger to shame, I’ve got little to blame, you sent for me and so I came. I’ll come running when you call my name… it’s not the first time, it’s not the last… I’m no stranger to shame…” (*) Tristan sang as she danced around her living room, bottle of Skyy Blue in hand. She jumped a little when the doorbell rang, nearly dropping her drink. She hadn’t been sure when to expect him, she’d been a bundle of nervous energy since she’d gotten home from work. She set the drink on the end table, and headed to the door, mentally reminding herself that she was not going to make any moves on him… at least not without seeing that he wanted her, too.
She opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him… carpenter jeans, a black wifebeater that showed off his muscular arms… god, he’d been working out since she’d seen him last.
Nick smiled, “Hey Tris…”
She just nodded in response, no words coming to mind through her thoughts of yanking his shirt off of him.
“Can I come in?”
“Oh, right… come in…” she mumbled, shaking her head, unable to believe she’d just completely lost her mind by just looking at him.
Nick walked through the door, his eyes scanning over her living room, trying to see what he could pick up about Tristan through the décor.
“Can I get you anything?” Tristan asked, watching him look around, and resisting the temptation to use the classic “Coffee? Tea? Me?” line.
“Nah… I’m fine, thanks.” Nick told her. “But you could give me the grand tour of your place since I’ve never been here before.”
“I don’t how “grand” it will be, but I can give you the tour.” she replied, and began showing him around the modest apartment, pointing out little things that were important to her, or held some meaning to her that would help him to know her better. She intentionally saved her bedroom for last; she paused by the bed to look at him, standing in the doorway, his eyes slowly sweeping over the room, leaving her to guess at what he was taking in.
When he hadn’t said anything or made any move toward her after a few moments, she walked towards the door, going to head back toward the living room. As she slipped through the door past him, he caught her, his hand sliding around her waist. She glanced up at him, catching his eyes for only a second before his lips met her in a slow, teasing kiss.
Nick just smiled at her after he slowly pulled away from her, breaking their kiss, and took her hand, leading her back into the living room. He sat down on the couch, and waited for her to sit beside him, then motioned to a picture of Tristan and Angela in Times Square. “When was that taken?”
Tristan almost laughed at him; he really was going to try to talk to her and it was so cute it was almost funny. She now had no doubt they’d be in bed at some point, but for now they’d talk. “Two summers ago… neither of us had ever been to New York, so we went up for a week. It was crazy, we had so much fun shopping and seeing all the places that you hear talked about all the time… and then we were actually standing in some of them, it was sort of like a dream. We said we’d go back again, sometime. But that will be awhile, I’m sure… I’ll have to visit her in Michigan first.”
“Does she like it up there?” Nick shifted a little on the couch to look at her as she talked. He was comfortable with this, just talking, and wondered why they hadn’t done it more before.
Tristan shook her head, “No… she hates the weather, her sister is driving her crazy… I hate her being up there… she moved and left with me with Ethan!”
Nick laughed a little, “How dare she.”
“That was evil of her!”
“You know you could have called me…”
“I should have.” Tristan said quietly. “It’s not like I didn’t think about it… a lot…”
Nick lowered his eyes to meet hers, “Then why didn’t you?”
Tristan shrugged. “I don’t know. I missed you so much… and being with Ethan only made things worse… because he’s nothing like you and never could be…and he has no idea how to do the things to me that you did… and that made me want you even more…” Her voice trailed off as she watched Nick moving closer to her, his hand slipping around her, drawing her to him.
Nick didn’t need to hear anymore- he wanted her, he knew she wanted him- they’d talk later. He didn’t have to wait to see if Tristan would comply, her lips were on his in a second, kissing him with impatience. While instinct told him to close his eyes and give into the kiss, he fought the urge wanting to see everything she was going to do.
Tristan stopped kissing him abruptly, wiggling out of his hold and jumping off the couch. When Nick looked at her, puzzled, she grabbed his hand, tugging him toward her bedroom. She paused at the bedroom door for a moment to explain, “I’ve never done it in my own bed.. how crazy is that?”
Nick had to laugh at her, “We’ll break it in right.”
“That’s what I was counting on.” she replied, crossing her arms in front of her to pull off her shirt. After she tossed the shirt aside, she stepped to Nick, quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down for him to kick off as she removed his shirt. She licked her lips, her fingertips skimming over his chest, her eyes roaming over his nearly naked form.
Nick’s hands slipped down over her back, to cup and squeeze her ass, pulling her against him, then hoisting her up against his chest. Her legs wound around his hips as they kissed again; Tristan holding tightly to him, an ecstatic sort of relief flowing through her body, knowing she was going to be able to have him. He moved closer to the bed, lying her down gently without ever having to unwrap her from around himself. His kisses moved from her mouth to her neck, occasionally stopping to nip or suck a little, until she’d moan and then he’d move on. When he reached her chest he quickly undid the front hook of her bra, freeing her breasts for him. He smiled as he noticed she not only still had her nipple ring- which he’d dreamt of many times since then- but she had also pierced the other one. He pressed her breasts together, kissed both of her nipples, then tugged on the rings lightly with his teeth. “I like this” he mumbled, his mouth still on her breasts.
Tristan giggled, “I thought you would” and then wondered what else he’d have to say. She let go of him to take her pants off, carefully wriggling out of them so Nick wouldn’t have to actually move off of her- the feeling of his body on hers was much too good for her to willingly give it up any time soon.
Nick slowly moved down Tristan’s body- caressing her, dropping random kisses, breathing her in. He was happy to be close to her, just as much as he was excited to be naked with her, knowing he would have her. His hands slipped between her thighs, gently separating them. He heard her sigh with contentment, and smiled as he continued to brush his fingers over her, getting ever closer to his much desired prize- her pussy already glistening with her wetness. He trailed his finger up to her clit, but stopped abruptly. He deftly separated the lips, a soft gasp escaping him as he saw another tiny ring with a blue bead peeking out. “Oh my god… you pierced your… your…”
Tristan couldn’t help but full-on laugh at him and the slightly stunned expression on his face. “Clit hood.”
Nick leaned down for a closer inspection. It was pretty sexy in a kind of freaky sort of way. “Does it feel good?” he asked, glancing up at her face.
“It feels good when I play with it. “ Tristan replied, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him. “But otherwise, I don’t know. I’m not even sure Ethan knows I have it… god knows he’s never spent any amount of time in a place where he could find it.”
“I will.” Nick said, his voice husky. He tugged a little at the ring, acquainting himself with the new toy, and then slipped it back and forth a little where it obviously moved over her clit and he guessed from Tristan’s moan that it must feel alright.
In a not-so-subtle hint, Tristan slipped her fingers through Nick’s hair, pushing his head down.
He chuckled a little, but gladly obliged, he wanted to give her what she wanted. He found the new ring to be most amusing- each time he’d tug on it, flick it with his tongue, or lick roughly around and under it Tristan would gasp or shriek with delight.
Tristan kept her hands on his head, almost afraid he’d stop if she moved them. Though she knew from experience that he wouldn’t quit until she’d cum- usually several times- it had been so long since she’d been able to feel so good, she couldn’t stand the idea of it being over too soon.
As Nick continued to tease her with his tongue, he couldn’t help but notice how different this was from all the other times they’d been together. Before it was wild ‘let’s try something crazy’, but it wasn’t like that now. He knew she needed him in some way and he liked how that felt. He was surprised when Tristan’s thighs clamped around him, he’d brought her to the edge and sent her over it without even realizing it. Her short breathy gasps sounded almost musical to him, and he wondered why she’d stay with someone who couldn’t or wouldn’t even try to do these things for her.
Tristan swore she could see the stars swirling around her head, as she remembered what heaven felt like when she was with him. She’d gave up any hope of being cool and composed, and just let her body tremble and quiver in response to his every touch.
The post-orgasmic jello-like relaxation didn’t even have a chance to begin to settle into her body as Nick slid his hands underneath her, repositioning her and himself to be able to continue- but at a different angle, make things feel a little different. He missed the taste of her and wanted to get as much of her as possible while he could.
After he’d made her cum two more times, her breath was gone, as was her willingness to wait anymore to have him inside her. Her whisper of his name was a pleading moan that Nick had no resistance to. He quickly took off his boxers and was hovering over her, kissing her neck and nuzzling his cheek against hers.
Tristan wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding tightly to him again, as he slid inside of her then stopped. She could only look in his eyes for a second before she had to close her eyes and wanting to just concentrate on the way he felt.
Nick nibbled on her earlobe, distracting himself from wanting to begin moving against her. He felt like he knew what she needed, and it wasn’t another easy-off orgasm. He wanted to take her there again, but slowly. He could feel her fingertips skimming over his shoulders and across the back of his neck, nearly giving him goosebumps.
“God, I needed this….” Tristan said, very softly.
Nick raised his head to look at her, wanting to be sure he knew what she needed so he’d be able to give it to her. “Needed what?”
She opened her eyes to look in his again, “You.” She brought his face closer to hers and kissed him deeply, taking his breath away, just as what she’d said had. Her hands crept further down his back, sliding over the curve of his ass, and grabbing at him, her nails jabbing at his skin.
Nick pulled away from her kiss, a low growl escaping his lips. He guessed she was ready now, feeling feistier. He felt her shift slightly to rearrange herself, drawing her knees closer to her chest and allowing him to slide more deeply into her. Tristan gave him a sexy smirk and raised her hips a little, beginning a slight rocking motion, hinting to him what she wanted. Nick returned the smirk and leaned down to kiss her again, quickly this time as his body began moving against hers.
Tristan didn’t stay in the new position very long, almost as soon as he’d started thrusting she moved again, wrapping herself around him once more- simply wanting, or maybe needing to feel as much of him as she could. She’d already decided that if Nick wanted to continue their rendezvous after this, she was game. She didn’t care what she’d have to tell Ethan, if Nick wanted to see more of her, she’d be there whenever he’d call. His face was close to hers; she loved the sound of his breathing and feeling his breath blow over her neck. Her hands wandered over his body again, pausing at his back to feel his muscles flex as he moved in and out of her.
Nick tilted his head, alternately taking gentle bites at her neck and sucking at the spot just below her ear- getting a little giddy from the sound she’d make whenever he would do it. He shifted a little, slightly changing the position of his body on hers- causing her to moan at his next thrust- so that he could kiss her again. His lips met hers gently at first, almost a peck, and he kissed her again and again, each lasting a little longer, becoming more sensual until they were breathing together, their bodies completely in sync with each other. He was getting close to his release so fast, but knew she was too, he could feel her nails digging into his arms, and the tension building throughout her body.
Tristan wasn’t surprised at how quickly her climax built- she’d felt on the edge since he’d been inside her- but it was every skillful move that Nick made- he knew exactly what to do to take her there so fast. She felt his body stiffen and then he began to tremble in her hold, the sexiest sounding cry she’d ever heard leaving his lips. Her body reacted- her silky walls contracting around his still pulsing cock. She held him tighter until the tremors eased, and she was left breathless.
Nick’s eyes caught Tristan’s for only second before they both looked away, both somewhat afraid to face the intensity of what they’d just experienced. He kissed her forehead and carefully moved off of her, laying beside her and draping his arm across her, closing his eyes.
Tristan was silent for a moment, her mind whirling with thoughts. She knew that was how sex was supposed to be- or at least could be… nearly explosive. Why did it only happen with him? Why couldn’t she feel the way she did with him with someone else? She turned her head to look at him, a smile instantly crossing her face at the expression Nick had- a little goofy, a little tired, but completely happy. She leaned over to kiss him, smiling when his eyes opened. “You’re bad for me.”
“What?” That had been about the last thing he’d expected to hear.
“You come over here, do all these amazing things to me…make me crazy… and then you’re going to leave… and I’m going to have to try to act like I’m okay with that.” Tristan said, snuggling closer to him.
Nick wrapped his arms around her, “Yes, I do have to leave, but I’d be more than happy to come back whenever you want me to…”
“I wish I could…” Tristan stopped herself before she finished her sentence by saying ‘have you all the time’.
“Wish you could what?” Nick asked, noticing the abrupt stop.
“Just have you over whenever I want you to.” she said, trying to recover herself. Why couldn’t she have him all the time? He’d said he’d wanted to try that, but she’d said no and now she was stuck in a boring relationship with someone she felt more brotherly affection for than anything else.
“I’ll come when you call.” he said, simply. There was no question to him- they could pick up where they left off, learn all those things that had been overlooked before… His thoughts were interrupted by the phone starting to ring.
Tristan groaned, she had a feeling she knew exactly who was calling. She sat up and reached for the phone, “Hello?…. hey… I’m fine… nothing… how was your day… that’s cool… no I don’t have any plans for tonight but I was wanting to…. you didn’t even let me finish…. No, I was going to say I just wanted to hang out here tonight… I meant by myself…. Ethan, I’m sorry, I am not in the mood tonight… I’m tired and I don’t want sex.. I’m sorry…I’ll call you later…maybe we’ll hang out tomorrow… okay, go bowling with Chad and we’ll do something later in the week…. yes, fine…. bye.”
Nick covered his mouth to keep from laughing at the conversation she was having. He could tell she thought it was ridiculous- her expression made it clear. When she finally got him off the phone, he opened his arms letting her fall back into his embrace. “Not in the mood, huh?”
“Not for him.” she said. She licked her fingertip and began tracing around his nipple, instantly making it hard. “But I am, however, in the mood for another round with you.”
Nick smiled, “Gimme a few… you wear me out.”
Tristan grinned at him and gave him a kiss. “Only a few minutes, I don’t know how long I can wait.”
“Well, while you’re waiting, I have a question for you.”
“And that would be…”
He slipped his hand down her body, sliding his fingers between her thighs. He could feel the stickiness of him and her mixed together as he played with the ring. “What’s up with you and the piercings? You swear you’re not a bad girl, but I know you can’t be all that innocent with those things…”
She giggled at his smirk when he said ‘innocent’. “I’m not that innocent.. you know that… but I’ve got them because I like them… and no one would expect them. Just to look at me on a normal day of work… no one would ever guess I’ve got them or that I like some of the things I do… I like to be a surprise.”
“You are a surprise… you’re like a well-kept secret.” Nick said, twirling her hair around his fingers. He never would have guessed a lot of things about her and he liked that… that he never knew what was next with her or what to expect from her… and he’d certainly never expected to feel so much for her- even though he wasn’t entirely sure what some of those feelings were.
She felt a little blush creep into her cheeks, she liked the way that sounded… her being a secret. But she was a secret that Nick had managed to find out without ever having been told.
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