Page 59 of Sinful Storms

“I’m such a good boyfriend,” I said.

“You’re such an arrogant boyfriend. But I guess it’s okay because I like you anyway.” She pulled my head down to her, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I like you quite a lot, in fact.”

My heart felt as if it was going to beat right out of my chest at her confession. Capturing her lips in a kiss, I poured everything I wanted to say into it, without saying the words aloud. She kissed me back almost desperately, pulling me closer and holding on like she never wanted to let me go.

Our romantic moment in the woods turned filthy pretty quickly, with my cock hardening as she ground down on my thigh, breathy little moans falling from her throat.

“That’s it, baby.” I palmed her ass, angling my thigh so she could ride it harder, wishing it was my dick she was riding instead. There’d be time to take care of my needs later, though. All that mattered at the moment was making her feel good.

Slipping my hand beneath my jersey—the one she was wearing—I played with her pretty tits, feeling her nipples pebble beneath my fingers as she panted against my chest. Fuck, she was so fucking hot like this, so unrestrained and wild, using me to get herself off right out in the open. My dick was throbbing.

I slid my hand into her leggings and underwear and groaned.“So fucking wet.”

“Tristan. Please. I need?—”

“I’ve got you. Ride my fingers.”

Three fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit, and she cried out, her pussy clenching around me as she came all over my hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, collapsing into me.

I couldn’t fucking handle it any longer. I manoeuvred her backwards until she was supported by the tree behind her, and then I tugged my shorts down, wanking myself hard and fast. I came with a groan, my release hitting the ivy winding around a fallen trunk, decorating the glossy green with stripes of cum.

“Desecrating nature,” Aria said as I wiped off my hand on a large leaf and tugged my shorts back on, still regaining my breath.

“Improving nature,” I corrected. “And now I really fucking need that shower. Want to go and get cleaned up and then meet in the common room? I think it’s time for our public debut.”

“Okay. If you promise never to refer to it as our public debut again.” She stepped towards me, pressing a soft kiss to my jaw. “Tristan. Seriously, though. Thank you. For…for being you. For choosing me.”

“Best decision I ever made.” I kissed her again, losing myself in the slow slide of her mouth against mine.

31

ARIA

The common room fell silent when I walked in, only for the whispers to start up again almost instantly.

“Is it true?”

“Tristan never has a girlfriend. There’s no way.”

“They hate each other.”

“Tristan wouldn’t.”

“She wore his lacrosse jersey to the game.”

I sighed, ignoring the speculation as I stalked into the room, my eyes fixed on a certain smirking god sprawled out in a huge leather wingback chair in the centre of the room. Because of course he had to be the centre of attention.

Reaching him, I swung myself onto his thighs, gripping his shoulders as I slammed my mouth down on his. He laughed against me, his arms wrapping around my back and pulling me closer.

“I was gonna stake my claim, but I guess you got there first.” He kissed the tip of my nose, somehow managing to keep a ridiculously wide grin on his face. My heart skipped a beat.

Oh no. Please. I could not be finding his smugness attractive.

What had this man done to me? He’d scrambled my brains, turned me inside out, and honestly, I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” I instructed.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly fucking bossy?” Sliding his mouth across mine, he kissed me softly, sweetly.

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