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805 Words
Jesse
We got Tristan inside the house. He was swaying and tripping the whole time. Jake and Dylan went after getting Tristan into his bedroom.
Mom was okay with me staying over. From what I can see, she really likes Tristan so I didn't say he's drunk and all that.
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"Hey, I think you should get a bath," I said to Tristan. His clothing looks uncomfortable to sleep in and it will help him to get his consciousness back.
Tristan was lazily sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He nodded before getting up and stumbling to the closet.
I saw him pick out sweatpants and a boxer before going to the bathroom.
I checked his closet for the clothes I wore before and found them neatly placed on the side. It was an oversized blue shirt and boxer briefs. I went to the next room to take a shower.
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When I came back to check on Tristan, he was sitting on the bed.
He wasn't wearing a shirt so his upper half was in full view. I tried my best not to stare at his chiseled body. He looked like a Greek god.
Tristan looked at me, his damp hair falling over his stormy eyes. Although his stare made me really self-conscious, I decided to ignore it and poured him some water.
He took it and downed it in a minute as soon as I gave him the glass. He must be really thirsty I think. There was an awkward silence after that.
I decided to text Dylan to know if he got home. I turned back to get my phone but suddenly I was being pulled down to the bed and the next thing I know is Tristan was hovering over me.
I gasped surprised before I tried to push him away but my feeble attempts soon died down when Tristan pinned my hands above my head.
He looked at me like a predator watching his prey. I squirmed under his stare.
"T-Tristan? W-what are y-you doing? " I stuttered out.
"Shhh...." He told me to be silent then leaned down to my neck. His free hand pulled down the collar of the oversized shirt that I'm wearing, exposing my neck and shoulder.
"Is this where he touched you? "
He said his finger dancing on the nape of my neck.
Who is he talking about?
Is this about Philip?
"I saw him touch you and I don't know why.... but it made me mad," He slurred and it seemed like he was still drunk.
Wait!
He's mad?
Because of someone touching me?
Why is he mad at that?
"Do you still feel his touch?" He asked, looking into my eyes. I just stared back wide-eyed not knowing what to say.
"I'll erase it," Tristan whispered before leaning down.
I gasped when his lips touched the nape of my neck. It was gentle but it made electricity burst through my body.
I could feel his whole body flush against mine. His body was strong and rigid where mine felt like jelly.
His tongue licked and soothed the skin on my neck before he began his abuse. I bit my lip to keep the moans at bay.
His free hand slipped down and grabbed my thigh in a firm grip then started to massage it while sucking and kissing on my neck. By this time, I had lost all of my abilities to think.
"Ahh~~~ T-Tristan~~" I moaned when he released the grip on my hands and grabbed my bum with both of his hands. Tristan was laying in between my legs, his lower area rubbing against mine while he kissed my neck.
"Nghh~ahh~~~" I moaned and threw my head back giving Tristan more access to my neck. He took the advantage and roughly kissed my neck. My hands gripped his hair tightly while he was abusing my butt cheeks.
I was in a trance. I had a handsome guy laying on top of me and kissing my neck while playing with my bum.
But then he stopped. He just lay still on top of me.
"Tristan?"
*Silence*
I shook him to get a response but he didn't budge.
D-Did he just falls asleep?
What!?
He can't just fall asleep like that!
This is so unfair!
He's been doing this too much lately. Doing things and just escaping without giving me an explanation.
Urghh........ Tristan Grey!! How dare you do this to me!?
I pushed him off. He groaned and grabbed my waist pulling me to his chest.
I sighed and looked at the devil who's sleeping peacefully. I still can't believe that he did all those things to me.....
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I don't think the goddess of sleep is going to even look at me tonight.......
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