Tristan

I want this. I need this. Most of all, I want him.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I walked into that diner, Sienna,” he confesses between kisses, and I gasp as a hand goes to my breast while his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my neck. I want to reply, to tell him he’s all I’ve ever wanted, that he’s the escape from all this that I’ve needed so long and literally dreamed about, but now that he’s a reality in front of me, all I can focus on is how needy my pussy is for him.

In a fluid motion, his hands grab my shirt and pull it off as I lift my arms, and my bra is off before I realize what’s happened. I breathe sharply, looking up for a moment at the wide-open sky. We’re totally out in the open, nothing but the forest and mountains around us as he strips my breasts bare.

“No fair,” I say with a playful grin, my fingers going to his shirt, but I know I can’t get that thing over his towering shoulders, so he chuckles and helps me along with his huge, strong grip, pulling his button-down open and letting it slide off his shoulders.

“Holy fuck,” I hear escape my lips as I see what’s under that shirt.

My dreams didn’t do justice to what a man could really achieve, apparently. Maybe because I’ve never been with a man, much less a man like Tristan. His body is rock-solid, and he’s in the prime of his youth — huge shoulders ripple down into a perfectly toned set of bulging biceps that look like they could cut a diamond. He’s not so bulky as to look like a professional weightlifter, but this guy must live at the gym nonetheless.

There are so many abs on his stomach that I just want to spend the next few minutes counting them, but all my body can do is let my fingers run down them slowly, their huge, animalistic owner barely restraining his lust as I do so. Then I reach the hem of his pants, and he can’t hold himself back any longer.

I’m going to be bold today. I’ve been bold all the way up to this point, so I’m going to do it again now. I work off the belt and toss it aside—he’s too preoccupied with my neck, and I feel a blissful tickle on my skin as he sucks at it, marking what he’s doing to me as he groans.

After his belt is off, I work open the front of his pants, I see the outline of a massive bulge in his boxers. I need it in me, and fast. I start to reach in, but I’m stopped suddenly as he grabs my wrist and pulls me up to him, looking at me with a predatory grin.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

I wet my lips as I search for my voice. “Fuck me, Tristan,” is all that comes to my lips, and he gives a dark laugh before he picks me up suddenly.

I’m paper in his arms. He carries me with both hands and brings me over to the car, laying me on the hood, where he grabs my shorts and pulls them down in a fluid motion.

I’m not wearing panties. I hadn’t realized I’d forgotten them in the rush of getting dressed, but maybe my subconscious was telling me something about what it wants from this massive stranger.

“Look at you,” he says in a low tone, eyes roving over my body like a predator savors the sight of his kill.

He’s stripped all the clothes off me, and I’m out in the open, vulnerable. I’m breathing heavily, my mouth hanging open in lust as I look up at the statuesque figure looming over me. The hood of the car is still warm from our trip, but there’s only one part of me he needs right now.

“Won’t it hurt,” I say, feeling the metal under my body, but he just laughs that almost condescending laugh again.

“Don’t worry,” he assures me, “not with what I plan on doing to you.”

The words send chills through my body. I open my mouth to ask what he means, but before I can get so much as a breath out, he parts my legs, exposing my pussy to him, and when I realize his cock isn’t even out yet, I try to brace myself for what’s about to happen.

I’m not prepared.

He leans forward and releases his tongue over my slit, and as it runs over the surface of it, testing the waters playfully, I hear a moan from Tristan as he savors the first taste of me.

“You’re already wet,” he murmurs, utter delight in his tone. “Good. You’ll need it.”

His tongue starts darting in and out of his mouth, and I can feel the stubble of his face brushing up against me every few strikes as he delves into me, warming my whole body with each stroke.

“Oh my god, Tristan!” I squeal within a matter of moments. I’ve

played with myself before, felt the comfort of my own fingers and even a few toys recently, but this? This is something only he could give me, and it feels better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of.

“This new to you, doll?” he asks, sounding more than a little amused as he stops to speak for only the briefest moment before he starts darting in again and again, and I know exactly where those strokes are headed, climbing upward stroke after stroke.

“I...I…” I gasp. There’s no holding back now, I’ve got to tell him. Part of me suddenly feels worried. I’ve put on this guise of seeming like a down to earth, rough and ready chick, but I’m a virgin. How is that going to affect how he sees me? What if he stops? But I can’t lie to a guy like this. Those eyes are paralyzing in how easily they can probe me. “I’ve never done anything before!”

I feel my hips squeezed, bare flesh completely in his possession as his tongue buries itself in my folds, and I gasp as it drives right up to my clit, where it swirls around over and over again in a sudden, quick, rhythmic motion until…

“Ahhhh, Tristan!” I yelp out, trying desperately to close my legs, to retreat and recoup, but there’s no escaping him. My honey floods his face, and after he takes me fully over that crest, he raises up, licking his lips before kissing me on mine, and the taste of myself on him is sweeter than anything that’s ever graced my tongue.

“So?” he whispers, an inch from my face, “Doll, when I’m through with you, it won’t matter whether you’ve never fucked anyone or if you’ve fucked a hundred.” I gasp as he slides his finger into my pussy and drags it along the inside of my walls, hitting something that nearly makes me cum again, clenching my hands into fists on the hood of the car. “You’ll remember me.”

As he stands up, he carefully picks me up from the car, and as he turns around, I realize he’s holding me with one hand, like a diner tray I would have carried out of the kitchen at the restaurant a few hours ago. He uses his free hand to work his cock out, and I only catch a glimpse of it before he positions me.