Elona’s POV
His hand was warm on my skin as his eyes burned into mine. My heart raced as I looked at the man in front of me. His grip on my wrist tightened as he dragged me with him. I had to keep up with his strides, no one else seemed to care that there was an older man at the party. It was strictly for students...Well, for now.
“Let go of me!” I yelled over the music, but he kept on walking, ignoring my pleas. “Tristan!” I tried to yank my wrist out of his hold but he was too strong. Some girls looked at him and I knew that they were attracted to him and then I caught a glimpse of Grace. The one who pushed me on camp. The one I might never forgive for being part of the reason of a life that was lost all because she has a crush on Tristan, I mean, who doesn’t?
Tristan pulled me into a luxurious bathroom. “Tristan!” With a sharp click, Tristan closed the door behind me and locked it. I tried to pull my wrist from his grasp, but he held on tightly. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his dark eyes piercing into mine as he stood in front of me. I could feel the tension pulsing between us.
“I don’t want to be here with you,” I said softly, hoping it would make him release me.
Finally, he let go of my wrist and gently cupped my face in his hands, pressing his lips firmly against mine. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as he kissed me passionately. The alcohol in my system began to take effect, making me feel hot and dizzy. His hand trailed down to my waist while the other moved behind my head, deepening the kiss.
I placed my hands on his biceps, eagerly responding to his touch. It was like I had been craving this kiss after its absence. It was exhilarating and intoxicating all at once. As his hands moved down to cup my ass, a moan escaped from my lips.
As he pulled away, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. My eyes fluttered open, their once locked gaze now hooded with desire. But as soon as I met his intense stare, I was lost in the depths of his gaze.
“I won’t allow any other man to touch you and take what is mine. Not even Luca,” he breathed, his voice low and possessive. His eyes trailed down my face, settling on my parted lips as my chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
“What makes you think that I was...fucked by Luca? The only man that has touched me...” I swallowed hard, feeling the heat building between us, “Was you. No one else has had me since then, and it will always be my decision, especially now that we are no longer together.” Sweat dripped down my back as I spoke, the intensity of our exchange simmering like fire between us.
With a strong, confident grip, he lifted me effortlessly and I wrapped my legs around his waist, reveling in the feel of his body against mine. He carried me over to the vanity, gently placing me on top of it as I lowered my legs from his waist. He stood between my legs, his intense gaze fixed on my face as his fingers lightly traced the skin of my legs, slowly pushing up the hem of my skirt. I leaned back, placing my hands on the cool surface of the vanity behind me, tingles running through my body at his touch. His eyes never left mine as his fingers brushed against my black panties, feeling the dampness already evident. He moved my panties to the side and his finger made its way between my folds and started to flick my clit with expert precision, causing me to bite down on my bottom lip in pleasure.
“You still like this.” he rasped as I threw my head to the back, the sensation sending tingles throughout my body and then he removed his hand from my clit. He held his gaze on me as he now undid his black jeans and his cock sprung free. I licked my lips as I stared at it and then his hands moved behind my lower back and pulled closer to the edge of the vanity. He trailed his fingers up my legs again and as he shifted my panties to the side, he aligned the tip of his cock at my entrance and then he pushed in slowly, I parted my lips even more as I refrained from letting a moan escape. His breathing increased as he entered me. He leaned close, his breath against my ear. I now held onto him as in for dear life, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Please, take me back,” he breathed, this time it sounded like he was in agony of losing something precious. “Please...” he continued to move slowly, I closed my eyes, just living in the moment. “Say you’ll take me back,” he breathed and then he lifted me up and I held onto him with my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs still around his waist. He penetrated me deeper this way and the adrenaline of this position was intense, the constant up and down movements were like being on a swing, being pushed high up in the air and the intake of the wind is just too much...this felt like that. I held onto him with everything, my legs were getting numb and he thrust into me even more with his hands on my ass. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror and I wished that we could be naked so that I could see his lean muscles flex and the way he penetrated into me.
Thinking about that drove me over the edge and my orgasm climbed and I sunk my nails into this T-shirt and I let it go. “Ahhh!” I bit my lip from being loud but the music would block me out. My chest heaved as I came down from my high. He placed me on top of the vanity again and then he picked up the pace. I still held onto him while catching my breath.
Then I heard his ragged breath and he groaned against my ear as he moved slowly this time and I felt his fluids inside of me as he tried to suppress his loud moans. His chest heaved as he took some time and then he slowly pulled back. “I’m sorry for everything that I’ve caused, and about Luca. It was uncalled for. He brings that out of me and I just really hope you can take me back,” he said as he zipped up his jeans and I stared into the grey color of his T-shirt.
It hit me...what we lost. The overwhelming feeling to tell him that part just made it worst for my decision. I wasn’t ready to tell him about the little life we lost. Something we created and I just don’t want to go through a conversation like that. Not while we are broken up. I’m moving tomorrow to be closer to VFS and I won’t see him, so maybe taking him back right now is bad timing. But I just couldn’t do that now.
“Elona-” I pushed him back as I slid off the vanity forcing him to move back and I walked towards the door, making sure that my skirt was over my ass. “Elona, please don’t walk away,” he begged as I unlocked the door and as I opened the door, loud music filtered through the air, and a girl was watching me with arms folded, chewing bubblegum, and shaking her head. “Elona!” Tristan called out as I brushed past the girl.
She was blonde, with short hair and her eye shadow was black, basically looking like a racoon. The only thing that stood out was her blue eyes. “Took you long enough,” she said as her eyes moved to Tristan behind me and I walked into the crowd of students. It was hotter in here.
My wrist was yanked again and I turned around to face Tristan, “What?!” I raised my voice at him and it was as if he was hurt, that sadness in his eyes stirred my heart.
“Please...” he begged with a silent desperation.
I shook my head. “You got what you wanted...you fucked me nicely and thought I would take you back. Well, you are mistaken. Enjoy your life.” I said with forced digust and it was visible that my words broke him.
“It was not like that. I would never just fuck you to take me back. It wasn’t even my intentions at all,” he said with disappointment. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I want what we had back...”
“I have to go,” I couldn’t listen to that anymore as I yanked my wrist out of his hand and I turned around.
I walked away and I spotted Spooky sitting on a chair in the far corner, he had witnessed this moment, I shook my head at him so that he wouldn’t come after me and then I left the party, as much as I tried not to lose my balance from the alcohol but then I felt a hand pressed against my lower back as I nearly did lose my balance. I looked into Spooky’s smiling face.
“I couldn’t let you leave alone in this state. I will walk you home,” he said, he was a caring friend and I appreciated that about him.
I allowed him to walk me home, I could still feel Tristan’s fluids, wetting my panties as I walk. Evidence that he was inside me not too long ago and it was an intense, amazing moment that I now have to forget that I had a taste of him again.