Addicted...

Chapter 20

I wait for Trystan to reply but when he starts stuttering I know I have an effect on him.

"Tell me Trystan, am I forcing myself on you because I can feel just how much you want it." I refer to his boner that is pressed between my legs. I slowly start rolling my hips to grind on him. Desperate for a little bit of friction.

Trystan grips my ass firmly in his hands. He pins me right on top of him so I can sit still and by the slight increase of his breath I know he wants me.

I lean down and kiss him in the crook of his neck. His grip on my ass tightens and he subtly pushes his hips upwards to press himself a bit further into me. With both our clothes in the way it doesn't really make a difference. I start rubbing against him again while my hands drift straight to his hair. My lips meet his and my core is aching from moving so slowly on him but not being able to fully feel him. I start rubbing my core harder on his bulge and I'm rolling my hips even faster. My lips never stray from his and when his tongue runs over my lips to ask for access I loose myself. I allow myself to break down a part of my wall for him. He's busy winning my heart and that scares the fuck out of me.

With the realisation of what's happening I gently remove my lips from his and stop grinding on him. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. I must look completely insane. I just forced myself on him and pushed him away. I practically dry hump him and then scatter away from him like I'm scared.

Well technically I am scared, not of fucking him because I'm always up for that, but I'm scared that he knows too much about me already. I'm scared of falling in love with him.

"Becka, what the fuck just happened?"

I don't reply. I can't trust my voice enough to speak so I just stand in front of Trystan while a stray tear rolls down my cheek.

"You just forced yourself on me. I didn't want that and just because my body reacted doesn't mean it's not forcing yourself on me. Don't ever fucking do that again." Trystan stalks off to the bathroom and slams the door shut.

I can't do anything right. I roll my eyes, wipe my tears and sit on the crappy bed. I feel just like this motel room... Lifeless and worn out.

I hear faint moises coming from the bathroom. It's not loud enough to be alarming but neither is it soft enough to be ignored. I quietly pad barefoot over to the closed door to listen more intently.

"Fuck. How dis she do that? Hmmm. She'll be the death of me I fucking swear." Trystan absent mindedly whisper to himself. I try to peep through the keyhole but the key is inside. Curiosity gets the best of me so I start pondering wether to throw the door open or to open the door slowly so he doesn't notice me entering.

A mental image of Trystan sitting on the closed toilet lid, crying floods my mind. If he's sad I have to help him.

I go with the first option to just throw the door open. Once the door reveals Trystan I immediately regret coming inside. Trystan's hand fly down to cover his massive boner. He's trying to jerk off at the thought of me. I should be disgusted, offended even, but I find this sexy.

"Becka, get out. Now!" Trystan's cheeks flame from embarrassment.

I chuckle dryly before I step closer to him. "Need some help there?" I offer with my most innocent smile.

"Seeing you already made me pre-ejaculate inside my pants, which I have to wash now, yes. May I please have some fucking help, this is frustrating to do on my own." All Trystan's embarrassment deflates.

I sit down on my knees in front of him. He's still sitting on the toilet with his hands covering himself. I gently take his hands off one by one and take out my hair tie. I place Trystan's hands in my hair and with my most devious smirk I lean down and kiss his tip and licking the bit of come that has already gathered there.

My hand wraps around him but my hand looks really small in comparison to how big his dick is. I slowly pump my hand up and down and I can feel light tugs on my hair. I keep a slow pace with my hand while licking the bits of come every once in a while.

"Princess p..please go faster." Trystan stutters while pulling my hair so hard my eyes start to water. I do as he requests and pump my hand up and down as fast as I can and the tugs on my hair has increased. I know that if he just pulls my hair I might come too. I pump my hand one last time before gently putting my lips to his tip to lick all his come up as he's coming undone. Trystan's eyes roll back and his hips arch as his boner goes down. With one last tug on my hair I start to come undone too.

I stand up and immediately regret it. I'm dripping through my pants and panties right onto the floor and some of my come is rolling down my expsed leg. Fuck.