Page 82 of Lust
I always assumed Sara blindly supported me because we were predestined to be a political family. But did she actually believe in my cause, my ideas, the things I had set out to achieve?
Here she was, asking me to indulge her again by not dropping out of an election that had just turned nearly impossible to win. I should say no because no one could win the Senate without significant donations or endorsements.
Instead, I watched her as Sara yapped away with more ways of keeping the campaign alive.
God, I had never met anyone who liked to talk as much as her. She talked SO DAMN MUCH, and why did that little fact have me so mesmerized? I loved to hear her blabbering like it was music to my ears. And by the time she was done, I had somehow agreed to continue without proper backing or funds.
Only one thought now remained on my mind. The possessive glint in my eyes made her swallow her next rant. The way my body was vibrating let her know that the time for conversations was over. The only thing I wanted now was to feel the warmth of her arms around me.
Somehow, she understood my nonverbal need.
She stopped speaking and slowly peeled off her dress as I watched. I turned the lock to the office door and stalked toward her. But before I could grab for her, Sara held up a hand.
“Wait! I want to try something different.”
“What, Angel?” My eyes roamed her naked skin, impatience thrumming through my veins.
“You said… the other day you said that’s how our first time should have been. I want to recreate our first time by doing something I have never done.”
I stared at her, perplexed.
“Anal. I wantthatto be our first time.”
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Sara
“Anal. I wantthatto be our first time.”
The hunger of raw appetite flickered in Tris’ eyes. “Angel—”
“I want this with you,” I announced.
“You don’t have to convince me, baby. But anal sex requires… certain preparation. For one, there is no lube here. Why don’t we go home—”
“No. Right here, right now.” I didn’t know why it was so important, but I needed this instant gratification. We had to seal the deal.
Something had suddenly shifted in our relationship. This man had held me tenderly and soothed away my panic over a pregnancy scare. He spoke reassuring words of helping the needy, and now he had delivered with a sacrifice I never expected. He had offered to give up the most essential part of himself, not only for me but for everyone at this shelter.
I had to give him something, too, and this was all I had left. I wanted to rewrite our history by giving him all of me. By letting him be my first, the way it should have been.
The only thing to remain between us was this fear of what had happened in Tristan’s room. I had never returned there, and Tris never pushed for it. My room had become our sanctuary as of late, but I was tired of hiding in fear of an unknown manifestation lurking in the shadows.
“There is baby oil.” I nodded toward my small desk on the other side of the room. Occasionally, I used baby oil on my legs for extra sparkle. Who knew it’d come in handy at such a moment?
With a sly smile, Tristan moved toward the drawer, practically ripping his dress shirt open en route and ridding himself of his slacks and boxers.
Slowly, I started clearing the rest of the items off the table, making space. Tristan returned with the bottle of baby oil in hand and groaned when he saw my body already bent over the table.
“Shit. What are you doing to me?”
Within seconds, his hands were all over me, running them over the curve of my back, down my ass. He uncapped the baby oil, then knelt behind, taking the bottle along. I felt his hands trembling as he grabbed my ass cheeks to spread them wide. Without warning, his tongue probed against my asshole.
“Fuck,” I hissed, spreading my legs wider to give him more access.
He swirled his tongue around my puckered hole, and then I felt the heated drops of lubrication. He started to work a finger doused in baby oil inside me.
“Oh, God.” My nerve endings flared at the sensation. “Oh. My. God. Tris.”
