She gently pushed him back down and broke away to trail kisses down his chin. Tristan was as a helpless as a newborn babe beneath her touch. He watched through hooded eyes as she licked and kissed her way down his body.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes,” he groaned as he imagined her hands and mouth on another part of him. That thought was quickly replaced with one that had him grinding his teeth and trying to bite back his temper before he did and said something stupid to wreck this.

As she reached the waistband of his pants he couldn’t stop jealousy from taking over and asked, “Have you done this before?”

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“This?” she asked, pulling back slightly before she followed the happy trail that disappeared beneath his jeans with her tongue. “No, I haven’t done this with a man before.”

“So…,” he sucked in a breath as she ran a curious hand over the bulge in his pants. “You haven’t,” gasp, “had a man inside of you before.”

She looked up with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Well, only Bob, but I haven’t been with him in a while.” She had been meaning to pick up batteries for her Battery Operated Boyfriend months ago, but had never gotten around to it.

Rage shot through him at the thought of another man touching her. “He doesn’t touch you again.” His eyes locked on hers as he snarled out, “I’ll f**king kill him if he touches you ever again. You’re mine!”

She looked down so that he couldn’t see the pleased expression on her face. Really, she shouldn’t be this happy that a man was acting this way, but she was, probably because it was Tristan and it meant that she wasn’t the only one suffering from this thing between them. This was the man she’d loved her whole life. Then a thought occurred to her that wiped away her smile.

As she cupped him through his pants with one hand and undid his pants with the other, she asked in a nonchalant tone, “And have you had many women?”

Tristan opened his mouth to answer when Shayne’s loud bark of laughter distracted him letting him know that he was still close by.

“Not unless ye count yer left hand, lad!” More laughter. “And I don’t think that lass that ye almost lost yer virginity to counts since she shoved ye away once ye moaned Marty’s name.” He sounded thoughtful when he continued. “Of course, ye probably should have held off saying that until after ye were inside of her. Ah, live and learn.”

He wasn’t about to admit that to Marty. Not after he’d found out that some other man had been with her. How pathetic would he look being a twenty-nine year old virgin? Nothing on this earth was going to drag those f**king words from his mouth.

Nothing.

What was he going to tell her if she asked why? That it felt wrong, like cheating to even consider it after that one mistake? Oh yeah, he’d come off as pathetic, deranged, and a stalker if he admitted that he couldn’t bring himself to touch another woman, knowing that it would never be as good as being with her. He wasn’t an idiot after all.

“Not many,” he answered somewhat truthfully, ignoring Shayne as the bastard laughed his off in the other room.

“Good,” Marty said, sounding pleased. She pulled down his zipper as he struggled to sit up. He wanted to see her expression and he wasn’t disappointed. She stared wide-eyed as she freed his erection. Blinked and then blinked again.

“Better than Bob?” he asked, instantly cringing. What the hell was wrong with him reminding her of another man at this moment?

“Much better,” she answered in a reverent tone, sounding awed.

After throwing one last look of longing at his cock, she yanked his pants off, leaving him buck naked, handcuffed and lying on the floor, which simply begged the question, “What now?”

Marty answered his question by running her hands over his legs and stomach. His erection jumped with each pass as if it were begging for her touch. Finally, with a shaky hand, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.

A broken moan escaped Tristan’s mouth as she ran a tentative hand down his length.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” she announced suddenly as if she couldn't help herself. His eyes shot open. Was she trying to kill him? “Can you stand?” she asked as she released him.

Could he stand? Hell yeah, he could stand! He’d do whatever she wanted short of murder if she took him in her mouth. Ah, who the hell was he kidding? He’d kill for her in a heartbeat.

Deciding time was of the essence here and this was no time to try to be suave, he moved onto his side and struggled to stand up, ignoring the pain he was causing his still healing shoulder even when he felt something pop. Marty was giggling at his eagerness as he stood up, panting with his erection proudly displayed.

She smiled sheepishly at him as she stood and placed a soft warm hand on his chest. “Against the wall would probably be best,” she explained in a sexy little whisper that had him biting back a groan.

Tristan backed up until his back hit the door with the doorknob pressing against his lower back. Deciding that wasn’t going to work, he moved to the right just to the side of the door.

“Will this do?” he asked breathlessly.

She smiled sweetly at him as she slowly dropped to her knees, kissing and licking her way down his stomach. “Perfect,” she whispered. Her breath felt like a warm kiss on his cock.

Just when he didn’t think that he could take anymore, she ran her hot wet tongue from the base of his c**k all the way to the tip.

“Holy shit!” he groaned loudly, unable to stop himself.

He felt Marty smile against him. She licked him again, this time running her tongue over his balls before running it back up to the tip. He watched her as she hesitantly took the head into her mouth and then suckled.

The only thing he could do was moan. It took a few minutes before he realized that he wasn’t the only one moaning. He could feel her moans vibrate through him as she ran her mouth over him. From the expression on her face he could tell that she was just as turned on as he was.

He licked his lips, wishing that it was her pu**y. “I want to taste you, too,” he panted, hungry for another taste of her.

Marty took him deeper, seeming to think it over. He watched as she pushed one hand beneath the waistband of her skirt. A moment later she moaned even louder. He had to grit his teeth from coming then and there as she touched herself.

“Need,” he swallowed, “to taste you, baby.”




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