The End of Us (Love in Isolation 3)

“Or you could come and watch like the bodyguard you’re supposed to be?” I taunt. “I promise to provide you with a much better show than the fireworks.”

His wide grin tells me all I need to know, and within seconds, he’s following me upstairs.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I turn on the water and add some of the bath salts Easton brought. Tristan stands with his arms crossed, staring at me as I undress. His cock bulges in his shorts, and I wonder what it’d take for him to let me suck him off. I’ve given head a few times but have never really liked it. However, I think I’d more than enjoy having him in my mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” he blurts out.

“Huh? What makes you think I’m thinking about something?”

“You have that look on your face,” he tells me. “You’re lost in thought.”

I smirk as I dip my toes into the tub, then slowly submerge myself.

“Just reliving the moment you finally touched me and wondering if you’ll ever do it again.” I slide in deeper, letting the water glide over my breasts.

“That was a moment of weakness,” Tristan states defensively as I catch his eyes lingering on my chest. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Without responding, I spread my thighs and dip my hand between them. My body’s still buzzing from earlier, and I’m getting worked up all over again.

“Then tell me how I should touch myself,” I say, rubbing circles over my clit. “Because now that you helped me orgasm, I’d like another.”

I look over and see his jaw tense.

“You know exactly how to do it,” he growls. “My dick’s hard just remembering your taste.”

My heart pounds faster as I rub harder. “Show me how you touch yourself,” I demand. “I want to watch.”

Instead of arguing, he leans against the counter and slips a hand into his shorts. Once he lowers them, my mouth waters just thinking about feeling him between my lips.

“God, you’re so thick.” I seductively stare at him stroking his length.

“Thrust a finger inside your cunt,” he demands, and the hoarseness of his voice heats me to the core.

I push a digit between my legs and arch my back as I seek out my pleasure.

“You’re tight, aren’t you, baby?”

“Very,” I admit, loving how he says that. I press the palm of my hand against my clit and add more pressure.

“Add another one,” he commands. “Fill yourself full.”

Tristan grips his dick firmer as the vein in his neck threatens to burst. He’s getting off on watching me and I’m about to explode at the way he’s intently looking at me.

“Tristan, I’m so close,” I murmur, pushing my palm harder as water splashes around me.

“Don’t come. You wait until I tell you.”

“I-I…” My entire body spasms as my release shoots up my spine and down again to my legs. I suck in my bottom lip as I suppress a moan, my breasts rising and falling as I try to gain control. “Oh my God.”

“You finished without me.”

“I couldn’t help it,” I pant.

Tristan walks closer, palming his cock and taunting me with every thick inch. “Now you need to help me.”

I adjust myself, scooting closer to the edge of the tub, and reach for him.

“Open your mouth.”

Looking up at him through my lashes, I do as he says and stick out my tongue. Moments later, he slides himself between my lips, and I quickly realize he’s much bigger than I thought.

“Breathe through your nose, sweetheart.” He grips my hair at the back of my head, tilting it up and guiding himself down my throat. “There you go. Take all of it, my sassy girl.”

I narrow my eyes at him as I coat his length, then cup his balls. He hisses between his teeth, and I can tell he’s close.

“Fuck, Piper. You’re way too good at this.”

I stroke him with my other hand as I glide my tongue around his tip. His hips slightly buck, and I can tell he’s sensitive there.

“Oh, shit.” He yanks away until I release him, then pumps himself until he spills on my breasts. “Goddamn.”

I rub his come over my nipple before sucking it off my finger. Tristan watches me with lustful eyes as he tucks himself into his shorts.

“Is this where you admit you’ve had another moment of weakness?” I throw back the words I knew he’d live to regret.

His gaze hardens. “No. I didn’t touch you this time.”

“But you let me touch you.”

“I did.” He smirks.

“So, what’s the problem? We’re both adults, consenting to giving and receiving pleasure.”

“The only problem I see is you’re in there instead of my bed.”

After I rinsed off the soap and got out of the tub, I wrapped a towel around my body. Once I dried off, Tristan led me to his room as nervousness soared through me.