Page 27 of Real Rocks
“Why didn’t you tell me? Maybe left me a message or something instead of calling and hanging up.”
“It didn’t feel right.”
“Yeah, I guess saying ‘we’re over Tris, I’m with Scott Lincoln now’, is a pretty harsh message to leave.” I pushed a little, although I wasn’t ready if that was what she was going to say. I wasn’t ready for us to be over; didn’t want to hear her say I wasn’t right for her, but Scott Lincoln was.
Her eyes widened. “God, Tris, that’s about as far from the truth as you can get!” She swiped a hand across her face, brushing away tears. “I have absolutely no interest in that jerk. He’s the one who’s been trying to get with me this whole time, not the other way around. I’ve no idea why the fuck he posted the stupid picture. I told him to take it down, but he refused. I hated the way he was trying to make it look, like he and I were something we weren’t. It’s not like he needs the publicity right now, he’s got the music press hanging off his every sentence.” Her words tumbled out as she tried to explain “I’ve missed you so much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone. I’m so sorry.” Her shoulders sagged and she swallowed hard as she apologised.
My mouth went dry, warmth expanding through my chest. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I don’t know. I kept trying to call you and we never seemed to be able to talk at the same time. It was hard.” Saff gaze swept around the hotel room. “And then you arranged this.”
“If you want to stay here tonight, you can.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Sounds like you don’t want me to. Or you’re not going to be here.”
Slowly, I shook my head. “There’s nothing I want more than for you to stay with me. Tonight, forever, I don’t mind.” My hand snaked across the sofa to reach for hers. She gripped me tightly, her grasp almost crushing my fingers.
“Forever works for me.” Carefully, she shifted closer until our thighs were touching. “Scott Lincoln means nothing to me. You’re my everything.” Her lips hovered inches from mine. “You said I could stay, right? And there’s still some time before the gig?”
Instantly, I knew what she was insinuating. And who was I to turn her down?
17
Saff
Tris’ lips crashed against mine, days of pent up frustration coming to release. His kisses were frantic; his tongue darting in and out of my mouth as he entwined his hand into my hair, the other pulling my body towards him. I drew back momentarily to pull the hoodie off, revealing only a bra beneath, before straddling him. His fingers traced the lace on the edge of the cups before sliding beneath and brushing over my nipples, which instantly hardened in response. I shivered. I’d missed this. Missed our closeness. Missed him. One of his hands snaked around to the small of my back, pulling me towards him and I could already feel his erection. I rocked against him arching my back, letting my head fall, wanting to feel him inside me. He continued to torment me, and I wriggled on his lap, the wetness growing between my legs.
“Wait,” I breathed.
I stepped back and kicked off my Converse before stripping off my remaining clothes. Tris followed suit and pushed me back on the sofa, covering me with his body, warm skin on mine.
I could barely breathe.
His lips brushed my temple, weaving a delicate path down the side of my jaw, along my neck and shoulder, peppering the line with tiny kisses. As pleasurable as it was, I ached to have him buried deep and squirmed underneath him, trying to hook my legs around his waist.
“Someone’s needy,” he whispered in my ear as he nibbled the lobe.
“Please, Tris…” I begged.
With a sigh, he adjusted his position before his hand glided down the curve of my middle, over my hipbone until it reached the place I wanted him the most. I shifted my body, showing him what I wanted. His hazel gaze bored into mine, as he slid one finger in then another, right up to the knuckle, pupils dilated so much they almost eclipsed the iris.
“Oh!” I gasped as he crooked the tips, hitting the exact spot, and I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by absolute intoxication. He possessed the ability to press every single button I had, making me come totally apart with the tiniest of touches.
When he withdrew his fingers and moved away from me, I felt empty, still needing more. I opened my eyes to see where he’d gone and lifted my head off the cushions to see him fumbling with a condom wrapper.
He paused then placed his knees either side of my hips, a smile hovering on his lips. “God, I’ve missed being with you.”
“Less than a week, Tris, less than a week,” I reminded him.
“Feels a hell of a lot longer when you’re not communicating with the one you love.”
I kind of felt I deserved that, but I didn’t want to think about it, not with him hovering above me, ready to fuck me into oblivion. Not wanting to talk any longer, I reached up and slid my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him towards me.
“Let’s not talk,” I murmured.
Without another word, he obeyed and thrust straight into me. My insides contracted and I revelled in the feeling of his cock filling me up. Whatever had happened over the past few days was obliterated by every pleasurable sensation now coursing through my veins. Every touch, every caress, every stroke was geared to complete gratification. We climbed together, rocking, quivering towards the crest, the intensity consuming us.
“I love you so much.” The words burst out right before the climax did.
