Part 5. Her Bedroom

Jane couldn’t help but stare at him, her fingers clutched in his own over the centre console, glancing at him during stoplights. It felt unbelievable that he was interested to come back to her place. Her eyes followed his every moment, every swallow and the way he licked his lips.

Within a few minutes, they managed to reach to her flat. As soon as he parked his expensive car, she guided him towards her flat, her breath in her throat. Tristan’s arm quickly came around her waist as she unlocked the door. 

As soon as they stepped inside, Tristan grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Jane squealed, locking her legs around his waist. To get a better grip, she wound her arms around his neck tightly; mouth parted open as he met her eyes. 

As she tried to push her lips against him, he pulled back. 

“Baby,” He mumbled, his hands coming up to cup her face. “Baby, hold on.” 

He held her by one hand and managed to get rid of his blazer coat, throwing it somewhere on the couch. She narrowed her eyes at him, and he leaned in, nosing across her cheekbones before pressing his face in the hollow of her neck. 

“Bedroom,” He murmured.

“Right one” She arched back, her head turning towards the brown door on the right side. He nodded her head, hoisting her up as he walked towards the room with ease. She shuddered at his strength. 

She felt the flushed down to her chest, feeling her abdomen clench. Tristan walked towards her bed and lightly placed her on the mattress. He sat upon his knees, his palms smoothening over her jeans. The bartender shivered at his touch, her hips bucking up into the air. 

She met his eyes, daringly, “Want you to fuck my mouth.” 

Tristan smirked at that and got off the bed, sliding his pants and briefs down in an instant. Her mouth watered as she noticed his huge cock hanging heavily between his legs. He moved towards the mattress, letting her slid back till she sat on her knees in front of him. She parted her mouth open in anticipation as his cock slapped against his stomach, red and angry at the tip. 

Tristan gripped his cock, stroking it idly while his other hand cupped the side of her face, thumb brushing over her cheeks. She inhaled sharply at that.

He slapped his cock against her open mouth lazily before lining up in front of her wet, warm mouth. 

Jane felt her eyes roll back as she felt his tip touching her tongue. It took her a lot of willpower to not fully push her mouth against his length. Her hand came up to wrap around the base of his shaft. When she looked up, Tristan was biting his lip; his hand clenched into a fist by his side. She blinked back her tears as she felt his tip at the back of her throat. Jane swallowed around his length, looking up at him with watery eyes. He looked like pure sin, his jaw clenched tight and eyes hooded, digging into her. 

“So good baby” He murmured, thumbing over the bulge of his dick outside her cheek. She held her breath as he pulled out slowly before pushing back in. Jane exhaled through her nostrils, mouth contracting around his length entirely as he slid in deeper and deeper. 

He picked up the pace when she continued swallowing around him, his fingers tangling in her hair. He thrust in deep enough for the head of his cock to brush the back of his throat. Jane choked around his length, her eyes watering even more. 

As he tugged at her hair, she whined around his cock.

She held on to her knees, feeling the strain on them as he steadied his thrusts. Jane gagged around his length.

Tristan curled his hand to the back of her neck, pushing her forward. She maintained the eye contact as his thumb was still on her cheek. She managed to muster enough energy to stick her tongue out, making the sensation even more smooth as he glided in and out of her mouth.

“We need to stop baby...” 

She whined as he pulled back, his dick still hard. 

Tristan climbed back on the bed, his hands wrapping around her waist. She leaned into him. 

"Wanna fuck you now," He murmurs, voice deep and heady with lust. 

"Do it," Jane whispered, her voice hoarse and eager.

Tristan let out a groan, slotting their lips together as he laid her back on the bed and crawled over her to cage her in. He started by kissing down the side of her neck, open-mouthed and wet kisses lingering on her skin. His hands went to grip at her maroon shirt, trying to yank it down as he tried to suck a bruise on her collarbone. 

She curled her fingers into his hair, pulling unconsciously and letting out soft little sighs of pleasure. 

"Feels so good," He slurred, his lips sucking another bruise right under the first one.

“Yeah” Jane breathed, agreeing with his statement. Even though they have just started, she felt the tremors in her body. She let him pull back as he tried to get rid of her clothes. Tristan was only in his shirt, so she eyed him. 

He smirked, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as if he was putting on a show. She didn’t mind. 

As soon as the last material of his clothing hit the ground, she raked her eyes over him, fighting the urge to moan right there. He was glorious, well endowed and hard-muscled everywhere.

His long fingers fumbled with her shirt, trying to push them along with his clothes. She giggled at his impatience and managed to get rid of her clothes, save for her blue cotton panties. Jane had no idea that she was going to get laid, so her lace ones were neatly tucked in the cupboard.

She hissed as his fingers traced her bare skin. Before she could say anything, Tristan crushed their lips together again, keeping them attach as he fumbled with the condom. 

Jane pulled back, catching her breath, “How did you know I was going to invite you in?” 

He shrugged, an arrogant smirk on his face. 

As she opened her mouth to retort, Tristan looped his fingers around her panties. The words died on her lips, and she arched her back, letting his fingers dance dangerously close to her inner thighs. He raked his eyes over her, focused at the way she curled her legs together.

He parted them open, tugging at the panties down her legs in one swift move. She gasped as the cold air hit her skin. Jane squirmed at his intense gaze on her. He pushed a finger in his mouth, slicking it up before inching towards her leaking hole.

Jane chewed on her lips as he slowly eased a finger in. A moan tore her mouth as he was fully inside her. He let her adjust before pumping his finger in and out of her. 

“Please” She rasped

He hummed, tugging at his hard length a few more times before sliding on the condom. 

Jane wrapped her legs around his waist as he carefully eased in, exhaling at the tight drag. 

"So tight” He grunted, his forehead drenched in sweat. He pushed his head forward, hiding in between her shoulder and neck, sucking lazily as he started moving. He let his thrusts drag out, driving in deeper and deeper. 

The bartender tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling slightly as he rammed into her. 

Tristan trailed his kisses down her neck to her chest, breathing over her hard nipples. She whined, trembling at the sensation of hot breath. He bent down, teasingly licking at one bud before closing his mouth over her dusky pebble. Jane cried, arching her back and pushing his mouth against her urging him to go faster. 

Tristan snapped his hips forwards, sucking on her nipples before moving to the other one. She shivered at his touch. 

"Tristan," She whined, jolting when he hit her spot.

She felt his smirk against the curve of her neck as he did it again. Jane felt her mouth slack open at that. 

“G-Gonna come.”

“Yeah? Come for me baby” He murmured against her skin, hitching her legs up and pushing their mouths together.

Jane nodded her head, her throat dry all of a sudden. Tristan licked into her mouth. 

She felt the tightening in her abdomen, her toes curling around. Tristan was getting sloppy as well as if he was close too. Jane squirmed under him. 

Then it hit her with full force. Jane gasped out, choking as she came. 

Tristan swallowed her cry, grunting as he shoved in as deep as he could before emptying his release into the condom.

For a minute, blackness surrounded Jane before she felt Tristan's heavy body drop beside her.

He grinned, catching his breath, “So what do you think?” 

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