Love Is Betrayal

7.His touch

CHAPTER SEVEN

~BECCA~

I swallowed hard as Tristan grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him, and enveloping my lips in a kiss. I groaned, throwing my hands over his neck as our tongues intertwined, our breathing hard and strained.

I’ve never been this hungry for s*x like I am right now. I felt like a starved Lion that would do anything to devour its prey.

The kiss was rough and passionate, just how I wanted it so I could forget my pain. His hands roamed around my body till it rested on my ass. He squeezed them in his hands like they were dough about to be kneaded.

“Mfffh!” I groaned in his mouth as he grabbed my ass cheeks. I was enjoying this more than I thought I would.

Maybe it was because Logan’s touch was all I was used to, or maybe it was the thought of another man that sparked a sort of forbidden flame in me.

All I know is that I wanted more.

I could feel the wetness between my thighs as they rubbed together.

“Me me shiver,” I whispered in his mouth. “Make me have such a powerful orgasm that I’d cry so hard,”

“I can taste alcohol in your breath. You’re drunk. I’m not going to take advantage of you,”

I could see him pull back a little, hesitation dancing in his eyes.

It’s obvious he was fighting this even though his body wanted it.

“Shhh!” I placed my hands over his lips, clicking my tongue. “It doesn’t matter. You want this and that’s what’s important,”

“Don’t make this harder than it should be…please,”

I didn’t want to hear any of this. I want him inside of me now. If I don’t feel something inside of me to escape my pain, I fear I’d die of heart ache.

“Becca we shouldn’t—“

I grabbed his d**k, fondling it in my hand through the thickness of his polished suede suit. A perfect way to shut him up.

He groaned.

“Oh Becca…” he kicked his head back.

“Please f**k me,” I mumbled shamelessly, shocking myself but I didn’t care. I would probably regret this tomorrow when I’m sober but I have to survive the night to be able to do that. I could feel him grow hard in my hands and I smirked.

“See, even your little guy wants me,”

My hands began to roam around his chest, my seductive eyes locking with his.

He held my hand for a second and made an attempt to take them off but in a split second, he pulled me closer to him

“f**k…you’re testing me,” he groaned and pressed his lips on mine.

I shut my eyes, savoring every taste of his tongue. He felt warm inside of me, like he belonged there. Like my tongue knew him.

It felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time.

My hands were firm on his chest as we kissed, giving them a nice balance. His left hand was on my neck, choking me softly. Like he possessed me, yet still surrendered to me.

His right hand was on my ass squeezing and kneading. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him now!

My wetness was dripping down my thighs. My pulse was racing, my whole body was on fire for the man I met a few days ago.

I reached for his buckle, trying to take it off but he suddenly held my hands.

I looked up to meet his eyes.

“If we’re going to be doing this, then, it has to be in the comfort of my home.

~TRISTAN~

I could see Becca’s head curve in a deeper frown at the sound of that statement. More than anything, I wanted to be inside of her.

I wanted to stretch her walls and make her scream my name.

I wanted to feel the warmth of her p***y and make her body shake. I wanted to make her c*m and suck every drop of her wetness.

But not here.

I get very territorial, and I always preferred my s****l adventures to be in my space no matter how hard or horny I was.

Fuck! I was losing my mind. Becca is incredibly attractive. I wondered how a sane man would let her go. Well, his loss because I had special plans for Becca.

Special plans that she wasn't aware of.