Page 11 of Perfectly Wrong

SIX

TRISTAN

Rolling over, I’m surprised to feel someone next to me. I open my eyes to see Trinity, making me pause for a minute as last night’s events come rushing back. Oh, fuck. I look to my other side, but Bishop is gone.

I climb out of bed and shuffle to the living room, finding Bishop on the couch, reading the paper. “Morning.”

He looks over at me and smiles. “Morning. How do you feel?”

Like shit.” I walk over and sit next to him. “You must be so turned off by me.”

He tilts his head. “Because you drank too much? Like I’ve never done that.”

“I made a fool of myself.”

“You didn’t. The only part I didn’t like was when you called me a pussy. Three times.”

I cringe. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Come here.”

I move so I’m sitting between his legs, laying my head on his chest. It feels good.

Better than good. It feels perfect. He strokes my back, and I can’t stop myself from kissing his neck.

He pulls back enough to meet my eyes, then moves in again and kisses my mouth.

Before I know it, my hand is in his sweatpants, gripping his cock.

I move down, tugging on them enough to reveal it.

I question him with my eyes, but he just watches me.

I suck him into my mouth, smiling when he exhales and buries his hand in my hair. Trinity appears in the doorway, her eyes widening when she realizes what’s happening.She grins, moving to a position where she can see but not be seen. I up my game, sucking and slurping loudly.

Bishop kicks off his sweats and lifts his legs, inviting me without words to go hard.

I bury my face between his ass, licking his entrance, and moving up to his balls.

His skin is so perfect, so soft, and he’s freshly showered.

He moans my name, encouraging me even more.

I don’t want him like this though. I rise, gazing into his eyes.

“I want you in me, Bishop. Please fuck me.”

He searches my eyes for a moment before gripping my hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom. We need lube.” Trinity disappears in the room and by the time we’re there, she’s pretending to be asleep. Bishop looks at her, then at me. “You’re sure you’re good with her knowing what we’re doing?”

“I don’t care if the whole world knows.”

He smiles slightly, shoving me gently onto the bed.

“Trin, wake up.”

She flutters her eyes open, smiling wide. “Well, good morning, boys.”

“You gotta go the living room. I’m about to get my brains fucked out.”

She giggles. “I’ll pay you to let me watch.”

Bishop raises an eyebrow in surprise.

“Not this time, boo.” I kiss her cheek. “But I’ll tell you all about it later.”

“Fine. Party pooper.”

She crawls out of bed and shuffles to the living room.

Bishop opens his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. I watch with lusty eyes as he slides the condom onto his dick, then pours lube all over it. “Lift your legs.”

I shift in the bed, so I’m leaning against a pillow. I like to see everything he’s going to do to me.

“Did she really want to watch?” Bishop asks, positioning the tip of his dick to my entrance.

“Of course she did. She’s very open with her desires.”

“And you’d let her?”

I shrug. “I wouldn’t hate it. I’m proud of being with you.”

A slight smile tugs at his lips as Bishop pushes into me, roughly, not easing me in at all. He grabs my ankles, pounding into me with a force I didn’t know existed. He watches me with hooded eyes as his jet-black hair falls into his eyes.

“You like my cock, baby?” he asks, nailing me with all his strength.

I can’t speak from the force of it, so I just nod, fisting my dick as he fucks me.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for? Been wanting? Needing?”

“Oh, fuck, Bishop,” I stutter. “Fuck.”

“What, baby? Is it good?”

I nod, squeezing my eyes shut. He grabs my wrist, flipping me over in one move so I’m on my stomach. He presses against my back.

“You’re fucking mine and mine alone. You understand me?”

I moan. “Yes.”

“No one else will have ever have this ass. Right?”

“Right.”

“Say the words, Tristan. Tell me who you belong to.”

Whimpering with need, I moan, “I belong to you, Bishop.”

“That’s right,” Bishop says, before driving his entire length into me. He slaps my ass several times as I grip the sheets from the intensity of it. “Tell me you love it, Tristan. Tell me you love my dick.”

“I fucking love it, Bishop. I love your dick so much.”

“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me?”

I nod, biting the pillow. “Yes. Oh god yes.”

“You feel fucking amazing.” He bites my neck. “What do you want next?”

“I want to taste you. I want your cum, baby, please.”

“How much?” He grips my chin, turning my face so I have to look at him. “Tell me, Tristan.”

“God, Bishop! Please. I want it more than anything.”

He pulls his dick out of me and flips me over.

He rips the condom off just as he comes, splashing it all over my face and chest. I open my mouth, trying to catch some, shocked when his mouth comes down hard on mine.

He grips my dick, stroking me furiously as his tongue explores my mouth.

I come, exhaling into his mouth. Bishop licks my face and then pushes me back on the bed. Bishop steps back, sitting in a chair.

I can’t even speak. I’m so overwhelmed I roll over and bury my face in the pillow so Bishop can’t see the tears running down my face. A minute later, I feel his arms around me so I crawl into his lap, keeping my face hidden. He strokes my back, and in his silence, I know he understands.

After a few minutes, I compose myself and wipe my face. I gaze up at him, smiling. “Thank you.”

He brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Same. It was amazing.”

I nod. “The best. You said I was wild, but you… you’re like an animal unleashed when you make love. I love it. I want more of it.”

He smiles, still rubbing my cheek. “Making love, huh?”

I wish it was love. “For me.”

Bishop gazes down at me as though he heard the words I’m hiding behind the ones I said. He leans in and kisses me softly. “Think you can tame me?”

I smile. “I don’t want to. Not in the bedroom.”

“But out of it?”

“Do you really want me to answer that right now?”

We search each other’s eyes for a moment before he speaks. “Maybe another time. Is your girl okay?”

“I’m sure she’s fine.”

We lie together silently for a long time. I’m draped across Bishop as he plays with my hair, and I wish this could be every day.

“I should get home,” I whisper. “Otherwise, I’ll never leave.” I gaze up at Bishop. “Are you coming over for Christmas?”

“No. I’m flying back east to see my parents. You coming home for Spring Break?”

I shake my head. “Going to Mexico with friends.”

“Summer?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back in June.”

“June, huh?” Bishop brushes my hair off my face. “Seven months.”

“Yeah.” I sit up slightly. “Does that mean you’d want to see me again?” I see the expression of conflict wash over his face again, reality sneaking back in. “Bishop?”

“I do, but…”

“Let’s just deal with it in seven months.” He nods. “But I can promise you, I’ll be saving myself. Just like you said, I’m yours and yours alone. I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

“You shouldn’t do that, Tristan. I was just talking shit. You could miss out on someone great.”

“I already have someone great.” I sit up, holding his hand to my heart. “Don’t you want me to be yours?” I climb onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Think about it. No one could ever touch me again. Just you. My ass, my mouth, my body, all for you. Would you like that, Bishop?”

He searches my eyes for a moment. “Yeah.”

“Good, because that’s already how it is.” I kiss him softly. “Are you mine? Just mine?”

Bishop grips the back of my neck, pulling me in for one of his long, sensual kisses. After a moment, he leans back. “I am.”

An hour later, I’m sitting in my dad’s living room in front of the fireplace reading a book. Trinity is lying next to me, sound asleep. I glance up when my dad comes in carrying hot chocolate. He hands me a mug, nodding in Trinity’s direction.

“She okay?”

“Tired. We drank too much and were up late.”

“You want to tell me about that?”

I sip my hot chocolate. “I was pissed at you and Bishop. Trinity and I hit a few clubs and got wasted.”

He nods. “And how did Bishop get involved?”

“Trinity called him because I wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. She picked him because she thought you might be mad. Plus, he lives downtown.”

Dad takes a drink from his mug. “I’m sorry, Tristan. I never want to be the reason you’re unhappy.”

“I know.”

“I just can’t see it working out? Bishop is fifteen years older than you. He doesn’t want to settle down or get married or have kids. You might still.”

“Why does it have to be at that level? Why can’t we just have a physical attraction?”

“So you fuck and then what? You go back to school and Bishop just does his thing? You fuck whenever you’re in town?”

I shrug. “Why not?”

“What happens when he meets someone? Or you do? Or worse, you fall in love and he doesn’t. I have to pick my son or my best friend and we both know who I would pick. It would break my heart to lose him, but it would rip me apart to see you hurting.”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I know where you stand. Bishop does too.”

He pats my back. “Okay, we don’t have to talk about Bishop anymore, but can you promise me one thing?”

“Yeah.”

“If something does happen, guard your heart.”

I roll my eyes. “You make him sound like a monster, but if he was, he wouldn’t be your best friend.”

“He’s not a monster. He’s a great person.”

“But?”

“I’ve known him a long time. I’ve seen some things.”

“People can change, dad.”

He nods. “You’re right. This is the last thing I’ll say about it. Just be careful.”

“There’s nothing to be careful of. I’m going back to college in two days. I won’t see him again until maybe summer. Who knows what’ll be going on by then.”

“Okay, Tristan. Just know I love you.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Cue massive guilt trip.

Sitting in Trinity’s car on the way back to school, I pull my phone out. “I’m texting him, Trinity. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Do it. I bet he’ll be excited to hear from you.”

“What should I say?”

She glances at me. “What do you want to say?”

“Honestly? That I want to come back. I want him to make love to me again. I want to eat dinner together and sleep in his arms and all that shit.”

“Tell him that.”

“Too much?”

She shrugs. “I think he can handle it.”

Taking a deep breath, I type out everything in my heart as nervous energy takes hold. I wait ten minutes. Then fifteen. Then twenty.

“Fuck, Trinity. He’s not answering.”

“Give him time, sweetie. He could be working or doing something he can’t get to his phone right now.”

“Yeah.” I nod. “You’re right.”

“If he told you to come back, would you?”

“Totally stupid question, babe.”

She laughs softly. “What would you tell your dad?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. I just want to be with Bishop.”

She glances at me before returning her attention back to the road. “I mean, I get it. You said he was amazing looking, but that’s not even the half of it. He’s ridiculous.”

“I know, girl. And then he touches me and…” I shake my head.

“Fire.”

“I want that life.”

She rubs my thigh. “I know. Can I just say something though?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t know what everyday life would be like with him. You only know about sex. I think you need to chill just a little bit in case it’s not everything you hoped for.”

I frown. “You don’t think it could work?”

“I totally do, Trist, but I’m just saying, you don’t really know yet. Maybe it’ll happen, but you need to focus on school. We’re almost through this year.”

“Almost through? We have a long road ahead.” Trinity starts to speak, but my phone rings. “It’s him.”

“Answer it.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tristan.”

“Hi.”

“I got your text.” He doesn’t sound happy.

“I just decided to be honest and tell you how I feel.”

“I’m glad.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, Tristan. I read it twice before I called you.”

“Why?”

“It’s just nice to know what you feel.”

“And you? Do you feel anything for me?”

“Lots of things. I’ll tell you when you come home for summer.”

“Give me a little something.” I run my fingers through my hair. “Please, Bishop. Something to live on.”

He’s silent for a moment; the only sound between us is breathing. “Tristan…”

“Yes?”

“I cannot wait—” His words stop abruptly.

“For?”

“I can’t wait to see you again. To kiss you again. To hold you. Please understand I will miss you, and I will think about you while you’re gone.”

I feel my eyes tearing up. “Really?”

“You don’t think you do something to me?”

“I hoped.”

“I don’t know what to do, Tristan. I don’t know how to balance how I feel about you and my relationship with your dad, but those things I just said to you are true.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“But I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything. Literally anything.”

“Finish school. It matters so much to your dad, and frankly, the space between us is good right now. I need time to think this through, and you need time to focus on yourself.”

I nod as a tear slides down my cheek. “I understand.”

“I hope you do.”

“I do.” I wipe my face. “But I meant what I said, and I hope you did too. I’m yours alone. Are you still mine?”

“I have no idea how this fucking happened.”

“Bishop? Will you wait for me? Are you still mine?”

“Promise me something before I answer you.”

“Okay.”

“If you meet someone else, someone who captures your attention, give him a chance.”

I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “Impossible.”

“If it happens. Please?”

“Fine. If it happens, but don’t you want me?” His silence tears me up. “I know it’s hard, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. Please answer me.”

“Yes, Tristan.” His voice is remarkably soft. “I want you. I will wait for you. I am… yours.”

My heart feels like it will burst in my chest right now. “I’ll do my best in school. I will. I’ll make you proud. And I’ll be back in June.”

“I’ll be waiting, and I’m already proud of you.”

I smile through tear-soaked eyes. “Thank you.”

“I’ll see you in June.”

“Thanks for talking.”

“Yeah.”

I hang up and glance at Trinity. “That was awesome. He said he’s mine and he’ll wait.”

She smiles. “I love it. You’ll get your man. I just know it.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

All I can do now is try my hardest to get through school so I can get back to Bishop.