She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Any time.”
“Ready to go?” she asks. “You’ve made me work up an appetite.”
I nod. “I hope you have that same appetite by the time we get back.”
“Don’t worry.” Nicola’s voice is low and sultry. “There’s a one-hundred percent guarantee that I will.”
10
Nicola
By the time I arrive back home in the evening I’m thoroughly exhausted. Tristan took me to the one good Thai place in Leighton City, and we had an amazing time. I’m really loving adjusting to the new normal that we can just have a date and hang out like a normal couple. That’s exactly what I want.
And after we finished eating, Tristan showed me just how serious he was about the second kind of appetite. I’ve never had a hotter shower in my life.
It’s still pretty early in the evening, but I think I’m going to go to bed and sleep in. Saturdays are my favorite day of the week because you still have all of Sunday before going back to work. And I’m going to need tomorrow to recover after all he sex in the last twenty-four hours.
Even if I know that given the chance, I would go back to him and have more.
Dad is in the living room when I come in, watching TV. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hi honey. You have a good time with Jill?”
“Yeah.” I hang my coat up. “The gala is going to be really great. She has such a good eye for that kind of thing.”
“I’m glad.” He mutes the television and pauses. I rarely see my dad look uncomfortable, but he does right now. “I need to ask you something.”
“Yeah?”
Dad clears his throat and sits forward on the couch, elbows on his knees. “I was out running errands today and I saw you and Tristan together at Leighton Thai.”
My heart starts to pound and my stomach falls down to my feet. “Yeah?”
“You didn’t mention that you’d be seeing him.”
Casually is the only way to play this, I think, so I shrug. “He helped me have a huge breakthrough on the ice cream flavor, so I decided to pick his brain about what he thought about more flavors. He did marketing for a restaurant chain the last few years.”
“He told you that?”
“Yeah, why?”
My dad shakes his head. “He just doesn’t seem the same. It doesn’t feel like I thought it would, having him back. But you guys seem to be getting closer. Like when he was here last weekend.”
I swallow. “Well you did kind of make it so we have to work closely together.” No lie there. “Have you reached out to him at all? Actually talked to him one-on-one other than that first drink that you guys had at the bar?”
He shakes his head, rubbing his hand across his face.
“Then no wonder you don’t feel like anything’s the same. It’s been a while, and you guys need to get to know each other as friends again. I know that may sound touchy-feely, but you have to bond again.”
“Yeah.” He gives me a thin smile. “You’re probably right. But everything’s okay with you guys?”
The smile on my face is completely real. “Yeah, Dad, everything is great. I promise.”
“Okay.”
“I’m pretty tired,” I say. “I’m going to turn in early.”
He still doesn’t look entirely comfortable and I wonder if he suspects more than he’s actually saying. “Sleep well.”
“I’ll try.” Honestly, after everything, I won’t have to try. I don’t even get undressed before I flop on my bed and send a couple of text messages. The first one is to Tristan telling him that I’m home, and the next one is to Jill.
Thanks for the alibi, girl. It was well worth it!
She’s typing practically before I send the message.
If it was that worth it then you owe me details.
I send her a gif of a celebrity rolling their eyes.
I’m not going to tell you graphic details about my sex life.
Pleeeeeease? I’m dying over here.
Girl, I say, you know I’m still new to this. It’s going to take a while before I’m really okay with sharing how big Tristan’s dick is.
She types for a while.
So it’s big? It’s big isn’t it. He has such fucking Big Dick Energy I would be surprised if it were small.
I laugh out loud, but I’m not giving in. Those moments with Tristan are private, and right now they’re too special to me to share casually like that. And I can’t imagine describing the way he tackled my fantasies to her—both the way I asked and the ways that I didn’t.
This morning, when he took control, I came so hard I thought I might be going blind. I wouldn’t consider myself that kinky, but there’s something so hot about not being given a choice in pleasure. Maybe not every time, but some of the time. And his fantasy still makes me blush every time I think about it.
I can honestly say that anal sex isn’t really something that I’ve thought a lot about. Obviously in searching porn I’ve seen some. But I’ve never tried anything with that, even in my experimentation with toys. Tristan’s cock is big enough that I feel stretched when he’s fucking me normally. In my ass? I can’t even imagine. And I have absolutely no concept of how it might feel.
Good night, Jill.
She sends back a heart. My phone buzzes again, and I think she might be about to beg one more time, but it’s Tristan.
Glad you’re home, but wishing you were with me here. Send me a fantasy video. I need inspiration when you’re not here.
After all the sex you need porn?
I can almost hear him laughing.
I need to be able to plan your next fantasy fuck.
The ability that this man has to turn me on with a simple sentence is fucking astounding. What can I send him? It takes me a moment to think about my favorite videos—the ones that I always go to when I’m looking for something quick and easy to get me off.
One comes to mind, and I pull it up quickly on my phone.
Fine. Here.
It’s a video of a couple in a darkened space, and she’s being fucked against a wall. The man has her arms spread, pinning her wrists against the wall as he pounds into her, and her legs are wrapped around his waist. Effectively the only thing holding her up is his cock, and there’s something about that to me that makes me wet imagining it.
I don’t dare let the image of me and Tristan doing that into my mind, because I know that it will have me reaching for my vibrator and I’ve already had so much sex that I think my body needs a break from it all.
My phone vibrates.
Naughty girl.
I laugh. You asked. I’m passing out now. You wore me out.
A second later another text comes through.
Dream of me.
I wake up far earlier than I intend to Sunday morning. I crashed so hard that my body pops awake in a way I wish it would do on weekdays. I’m not a morning person.
I don’t have any texts from Tristan yet, so I’m assuming that he’s not awake. He’s made it a habit of texting me good morning, and I like it. It makes me feel loved and cared for.