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CHAPTER 13

Jordyn

I ’m sweaty, and my muscles ache in a good way from the pole dancing class I just finished at the recreation center. Walking to my car, I slip inside, turn the key, and blast the air conditioning. Grabbing my phone, I pull up a playlist, driving home to the beat of a Dua Lipa song.

Arriving home, I’m relieved that neither Josh nor Tristan’s vehicles are in the driveway. I don’t want questions about my whereabouts and the resulting lies I’ll have to make up. There’s no way in hell I want to confess I’m taking classes at the rec center, training for my new weekend job at Sinful Sirens.

I worked last Saturday when Tristan pulled his disappearing act. I lied to Josh, telling him I was going to visit a high school friend. Instead, I drove forty-five minutes to another town where I moonlighted as an exotic dancer for money.

A long sigh comes out of me. I started dancing in New York in July as a means of staying in New York. Although I was making good money, it wasn’t nearly enough to cover the $57,000 tuition at Cornell. Everything in New York was expensive and consumed a chunk of my money. The rest I used for books, fees, and a meal plan at Weston Heights.

Ray Carbaugh, the owner of Sinful Sirens, gave me a trial and hired me on the spot, asking me to work that night. Desperate for money, I readily agreed. Like the club I worked for in New York, Sinful Sirens is an upscale gentleman’s club, so dancers don’t strip completely.

Raven Starling, a dancer working at Sinful Sirens for three years to pay for nursing school, was in the dressing room backstage when I walked in. She eased my nerves with her infectious smile, and the pep talk she gave me was like a balm to my frayed nerves.

Once the music started, I lost myself in it, stripping off the skimpy dress to reveal the sexy bra and panties I had the foresight to put on before heading there.

I made good money that night, so it was worth it.

As I wearily climb the steps to the front door, a wry smile curls my lips. Who would believe that a nerdy girl who loves books and wants to be a university librarian is stripping on the weekends?

Once inside the house, I wearily climb the steps and head to my room. Tossing my bag onto the floor, I immediately turn around and head to the bathroom. The massaging shower head is screaming my name right now.

Once inside, I shut the door and move to the shower. Turning the handle, I adjust the water temperature, then peel the sweaty clothing from my body, dropping them onto the floor.

Stepping beneath the warm spray, I close the shower door, relishing the feel of the water beating against my fatigued muscles. A moan comes from my lips at the sensation. God, this is amazing.

I duck my head beneath the spray, tilting it back to get it wet so I can shampoo it. Grabbing my favorite shampoo, I lather it up, washing away the stress I’ve been under. After thoroughly rinsing, I apply conditioner, letting it soak in while I wash.

My mind goes to my conversation with Tristan and Alex yesterday and the embarrassing shit I said about Tristan’s dick. I groan, humiliation washing over me as I lather up my skin with my favorite strawberry-scented body wash. God, why did I say that? Just because he has the longest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen doesn’t mean I need to make a damn fool of myself in front of him and his friend.

Thinking of Tristan immediately sends my mind to the custodial closet. No one has ever made me come like he did. The orgasm was so damn intense….

My blood runs faster, my heart pounding as the images roll through my head. I can feel his touch, even though he isn’t in the shower with me. But damn, that would be so hot.

A moan falls out of me as my fingers slide to my nipples, pinching them just the way he did. Within seconds, the fantasy takes over.

Tristan is in the shower with me, his finger teasing my nipple while his hot mouth sucks on the other one. My pussy throbs, aching for his touch. When I moan, his eyes flick to mine, the mossy green darkening from desire.

Releasing my nipple, his gravelly voice washes over me. “Do you want me to touch that pretty pussy, Jordyn?”

“Please. Touch me,” I beg, arching toward him.

A smirk curls his lips before his hot mouth moves back to my breast as his other hand slides to my pussy, slipping between my wet folds. I whimper, grinding against his hand, wanting him so damn much I’m ready to explode.

“Tristan,” I whine. Before I can get another word out, his finger sinks deep inside me while his thumb rubs over my clit. “ Oh, fuck.” My head falls back, hitting the shower wall. “Yes. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He releases my breast and drops to his knees. “I need to taste you. I’m fucking starved for your sweet pussy.”

My fingers run through his wet hair. “Y-Yesss.”

His mouth seals over my clit while his finger pumps in and out. I moan and gyrate my hips against his face, wanting everything he’ll give to me.

Grabbing my leg, he throws it over his shoulder. “Ride my face until your juices drip from my chin.”

Fuck me. I immediately comply, the feeling of his tongue deep inside, fucking my pussy, driving me insane.

When his mouth seals over my clit, my head rolls against the shower wall. He plays my body like a masterful musician. I grind against his face, our rhythm in tandem, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Tristan. I’m gonna cum on your face.”

He curls his fingers, his tongue flicking over my clit so fast that I explode like a bomb. His name is on my lips as my hand twists in his hair, nails digging into his scalp so hard I’m probably making it bleed.

Pulling my hand from between my legs, I open my eyes, and still as a pair of familiar green eyes stare at me through the glass shower door.

“That was the hottest damn show I’ve ever seen. Mind if I join in on the fun?” Tristan says as he opens the shower door.

I’m not myself as I peel my back from the wall. “Get in here, hockey god.”

As he quickly strips and climbs inside, I whisper, “How the hell are you here?”

“You left the door unlocked. And before you ask, Josh isn’t home, and I shut and locked it.” He smirks at me, backing me against the shower wall. “After I heard you moaning my name, I couldn’t resist?—

“Oh my God. I was that loud?”

“I may have pressed my ear to the door and listened.” He winks at me. “I’m glad I hurried home after practice to see you.”

“You missed me?”

“Of course. You’re all I can think about.” He lifts me, and I wrap my legs and arms around him, clinging to him like a koala bear in a tree. His hardness presses against my pussy, and I immediately wiggle against him. His answering moan into my mouth sends shivers down my spine. “Damn, kitten. My control is hanging on by a thread.”

I grin against his lips. “Good.”

He moans again before he grabs my arms from the back of his neck and pins them overhead against the shower wall. He holds my wrists with one hand while the other trails down my body. “You got yourself pretty worked up for me.” He hungrily kisses me again, his hand cupping my pussy. “So fucking wet after your orgasm.”

I stare at him through lust-filled eyes, a whimper coming from my lips. “I need you, Tristan. I wanna feel you inside me.”

“Jesus, kitten.” He wraps his hand around his cock, sliding the tip against my clit, making me moan.

“Fuck. I need to grab a condom. They’re in my room.” He releases my wrists. My hand wraps around his arm as he starts to move away. Tristan stills, staring at me with a question in his eyes as the water pelts his back.

“I have an IUD.” A sudden shyness takes me over. “If you’re okay with that?”

His eyes widen, flickering with something I’ve never seen. “I’ve never done it without a condom.”

“Oh. That’s good. Very responsible.” My nerves are taking over. “If you want to use one, that’s?—”

He cuts me off. “No. I don’t wanna use one. Not with you.” His hand cups my face. “You’re special to me.”

Currents of electricity roll through me from the way he’s looking at me. Like magnets, our lips gravitate toward the other, crashing together in a kiss that leaves me breathless. We grind against one another, his hard cock feeling amazing against the slickness between my legs.

I break the kiss, staring into Tristan’s eyes. Without a word, I reach between us, heat flaring in his mossy irises. The hiss of air when my hand wraps around his cock, stroking the smooth skin, makes me feel sexy and confident. His head falls back, a deep, guttural moan falling from his lips. His neck is so appealing that I lean forward, peppering it with kisses that end at his shoulder.

Pulling back, I stroke him faster, earning a groan. His head lowers, a pleading look in his eyes. “You need to stop before I embarrass myself.”

“I can assure you that you won’t embarrass yourself with me.” With a grin, I guide the tip of his cock to my entrance. I hesitate, fear coiling into my belly because I’ve never been with a man the size of Tristan.

Tristan chuckles at my words before growing serious. He sees the fear in my eyes. His thumb strokes my cheek. “It’s okay, kitten. I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He intently watches my face as he pushes his hips forward, slowly entering me.

“Holy shit,” I pant. “You feel… This feels… Amazing,” I finally croak, my nails digging into his shoulder.

“My thoughts exactly.” He gives me a heart-stopping smile, making my breath hitch as he keeps sinking until he can’t go any further.

“Jesus,” I murmur, my forehead falling against his as he remains still, allowing me to adjust to his size. “You’re big. ”

He pulls back slightly, alarmed. “You okay?”

I nod vigorously. “Perfect. Please fuck me.”

The huge smile on his face makes my breath hitch. “Be careful what you wish for.” Then he pulls out and pushes back inside, his pace steady. We moan in unison before our lips crash together. He keeps steadily thrusting, driving me to the brink of madness.

“You take my cock so well. Like you were made for me.”

His words make me feral. “Go faster. Please.”

But he doesn’t, keeping the same steady pace, irritating me.

“I’m not a fragile piece of China. You—ohhh.”

He smirks at me, slamming my back against the wall from his hard thrust. His arm bands around my waist as he pulls out, then does it again, pounding hard and fast inside me.

“Fuck. That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, Tristan.” I arch my hips, taking his cock deep. Lust barrels over me as I fuck him back, his powerful thrusts pushing me closer to the edge.

“Is this what you want, kitten? To be fucked so hard you see stars when you come.” Water beats down on his back, rivulets of sweat trickling down his face, making him look sexier than hell. “No fucking way am I stopping. This pussy is too good.” He pounds into me, our skin slapping together.

My head falls against the tile, and my legs begin to shake. “Tristan,” I moan, my fingers slipping against his back, seeking purchase but unable to find it.

He squeezes my ass cheek as he continues thrusting. “I know, kitten. Soak my cock with your juices. I wanna feel it.”

Shit. His words are a magical elixir that causes me to detonate. I whimper and moan his name as he continues thrusting through my orgasm. He doesn’t let up, only slowing his thrusts as I convulse around him, and when I stop trembling, he picks up the pace again .

“I’ve never felt anything like this before.” He swallows hard as we move in unison, our eyes locked together.

“Me either,” I whisper.

My thighs tighten around him, and his answering groan makes me feel desirable and powerful. “Jordyn,” he rasps, squeezing his eyes closed. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yesss…” I tighten around him. “I wanna feel your cum inside me.”

“Fuuuucck.” His forehead falls against mine as he begins fucking me so hard and fast, I slide up the shower wall. “I’m gonna give it all to you.”

A shiver runs through him before he pulls out and thrusts once more, releasing deep inside me. His warm cum fills me, making me moan as I squeeze him, milking every drop from him.

With a groan, he falls against me, his lips against my neck. His heavy body is warm and comforting as our heavy breaths mix with the water spraying from the shower.

Tristan lifts his head, a small smile curling his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”