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CHAPTER 22

TRISTAN

Getting Amelia back into our limo happens at just the right time. We’ve been teasing each other off and on since she moaned, but this is it. We’re finally alone. I help her step into the back, turning around to wave at the public before I scoot in next to her.

“Straight to the house?” the driver asks. Parker sits next to him, and I know there are enough members of our security team around, we’re safe on the thirty-minute drive.

“Sounds good,” I answer smoothly. “We’d like some privacy, please.”

The privacy window goes up, separating us from the front seat, and prying eyes of the other people in the limo with us.

“Tris,” Amelia gasps slightly. “Really?”

Turning to her, I pull her hand to the crotch of my tuxedo pants. “Does this feel like I’m playing around?”

Her eyes dilate, her mouth opens slightly as her palm curls around my length. “Feels like you’re playing with a full deck.” She licks her lips, smirking slightly.

“I’ve waited too long,” I whisper, grabbing her hand in mine, pulling her across the bench seat of the limo, “to have you in my arms. All night, this is exactly what I’ve wanted.”

Her thighs straddle mine, and her breath catches as my cock punches up into her core through our clothing. “Me too,” she whispers, closing her eyes slowly, licking her lips again with the same speed.

It’s like we’re in this slow-mo dream sequence in a movie. She reaches behind her, taking her hair down. The length goes down her back, curling around her body. It’s enough to shroud us in privacy as she leans forward. Goddamn the fragrant shampoo she uses encompasses us in a hazy cloud of arousal. From now until the end of my days this scent will turn me on. Now that her hair is down, her fingers slide up under my jacket, shrugging it off my shoulders.

“You look hot like this,” she says before swallowing hard. Her pulse throbs at her throat, showing just how excited she is. “The beard on your face, the bluish-black stains under your eyes, your muscles straining against a tuxedo shirt, your cock straining against the pants.” She grinds down slightly on me.

Tilting my head back on a groan, I take my hands from her hips, running them up her stomach and cupping her breasts through the material of her dress. They move up, sneaking beneath the fabric, teasing the nipples pulled tightly against her skin. It’s then that I lean forward in the seat, taking her lips with mine. The kiss is out of control from the moment our tongues touch.

It’s a fast and furious fuck of two people who’ve been under tremendous amounts of stress and all they want is to feel one another. My hands work their way up her body, tangling in the soft fall of her curls. Her fingers tangle in my shirt, pulling at the material. I feel it clear the waistband of my pants, and even that small change in touch is enough to make my cock jump, make me want even more of what I know she can give me.

Pulling back, I open my eyes, lifting them slightly so we’re looking into one another’s gaze. Her eyes are dark, dilated, and full of arousal. “You look hot like this,” I whisper, pressing up into her heat. “Your hair down around your shoulders, your lipstick smeared against your lips, your nipples straining against the fabric of your dress.”

She makes a noise deep in her throat, coming back in for another meeting of flesh. It’s not the flesh I want to meet, but as she grinds against me, I’ll take whatever I can get. There’s something primal about arousing her. I live for it, love it, and promise to do it as often as possible.

Her lips go to work on my neck, sucking, kissing, biting at whatever flesh she can get hold of. With trembling hands, I work the fabric of her dress up from the back, holding it around her waist with one hand. With the other hand, I sneak a finger into her pussy from behind, groaning against her shoulder at the moisture coating my skin.

“Lia, you’re so wet.”

She moans against my neck, working around to my throat. Her mouth sucks hard, her tip nips sharply as she lets go of the skin. It’s sexy as hell when she’s in control of the situation. “It’s because you’re so hot.”

Now, I’m a man on a mission. I want to feel her come apart against me, I ache to have to quieten her moans of completion against my flesh. From behind I start a rhythm of moving my middle finger in and out of her body, tapping against her clit on the way in.

“Right there,” she breathes against me. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

An army would have to tear me away from her. There’s something about her coming completely apart in my arms. It makes me feel like the baddest bastard on the block.

“Faster?” I whisper as I feel her hips start to thrust quicker.

“Yeah.” She nips at my neck again. Her voice whining as she’s striving toward what she wants.

“Yeah?”

She nods, her fingers tightening against my shoulders. I continue my rhythm until I feel her body start to tighten. Then I pull my finger out, grasping her around the hips. Turning to the side, I lay her down on the leather of the seat, getting up on my knees, and burying my head between her thighs.

“Tris,” she gasps.

Tangling one of her hands with mine, I use her hand to cover her mouth. “Silence, my queen,” I command.

Moving the lace hiding her mound from me, I dive in, using the tip of my tongue to tease her flesh. Her moans are barely hidden against the palm of her hand as I press harder, using one of my fingers to rub against her clit while my tongue bathes her slit. Not able to stand it any longer, I reach down, unbuttoning my pants, fishing my cock out from behind the material of my boxer briefs. As I go down on her, I jack myself. Relishing the feel of relief. I’ve been hard too long without pleasure and damned if this doesn’t feel like a whole lot of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I mumble against her flesh .

I’m leaking, totally wet against the leather of the seat, and it feels good as I bump my hips back and forth, needing some sort of touch against my length. Her thighs tighten around my head and she grabs my hair with her free hand, pulling it deeper and tighter against her. My ears are ringing, not sure of what’s going on around us, all I can do is experience my soon-to-be wife. Her taste, smell, the feel of her skin against mine.

My name is muffled against her palm, and I can tell by the way she’s pumping up against me, she’s close. Her body is pulled tight, she’s straining, going after what she wants. I love this moment when she’s almost there, and not afraid to be the one to orchestrate what she needs.

Pulling back, I look up into her eyes. “Come for me, I want to feel it, want to hear it as much as I can. Come for me.”

Her eyes darken before she tilts her head back, giving me complete control over her. For long minutes I feast, fucking refill my well with her. All the shit bothering me over the past few weeks goes away as I’m licking up and down her clit, as I’m feeling her pull against my hair. It’s a cleansing of all the shit I have to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

Knowing she’s close, I jack my cock harder, faster, and rougher. There’s no finesse, no being gentle. No, I like the roughness I’m handling my flesh with. There’s no time for soft touches and even softer words. I want to come. When she blows, I want to blow too. It’s been too long. There are no words as we strain against one another, each of us going after our pleasure.

I’m the luckiest man in the world, who would have thought an arranged relationship would have this much passion in it? I’ve never had this much passion with anyone, and I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her.

Her thighs tighten even harder against my head, her whole body tightening as I feel her release. She’s moaning against her hand, and later on, I’ll be surprised if the two up front don’t hear it. At the same time, I’m feeling a tightening in my spine, a euphoria in my head. Lifting up on my knees, I pull my boxer briefs in front of my cock just in time for the material to catch my load.

“Tris,” she purrs as she watches this, her hand coming to the front, touching me through the material. Just the touch alone is enough to coax another spurt from my length.

I’m gasping like I just ran a marathon, and so is she.

“We need a bed.” She giggles.

“And a shower.” I chuckle along with her.

“This isn’t over?”

I reach up to her mouth, tracing the one I had inside her around her lips. She opens, sucking me inside, twirling her tongue around. “Nope,” I groan as she nips at the skin. “Not by a long shot.”