Hate to Love You - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Hannah
Having sex in a tent was... an experience.
First, I made Tristan wait until no one saw us going into the tent. It was pretty obvious what we were going to do, and I didn't want some creep listening in on us.
Second, as we climbed in, we both tripped over the flap at the entrance. I blamed him and his distracting mouth. Thankfully, the air mattress had already been blown up and cushioned our fall.
Third, the air mattress wasn't the biggest, and Tristan was a big guy. In our frantic fumble to get our clothes off, we rolled off twice, hitting the hard ground. He was quick to break my fall both times, which left us breathless but laughing.
Fourth, we weren't really successful at removing our clothes. The zipper on my dress was stuck, so we could only push the skirt part of it up to my ribs. Tristan's shirt hung around his neck, and his jeans were only unbuttoned and unzipped.
And lastly, he was in a playful mood. It was hard to take things seriously when he was whispering cheesy high school one-liners into my ear as we made out like horny teens.
"C-can I touch your boobs? Just over your clothes. I promise I'll be gentle." His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts over the material.
I could hear him barely holding back his laughter as he touched me lightly, his shoulders shaking from the repressed laughter. When I arched my back into his touch, he pulled back.
I was about to kill him.
"Yes, you can touch my boobs," I growled, pushing my hips into his as I tried to pull him back to me.
"R-really? I can touch them for real? You're not messing with me, right?"
I groaned, and my head fell back against the pillow as I glared up at him. "You're ridiculous."
He lifted a hand and put it on my left breast... and just left it there. We both looked down at the hand.
"Does this feel good?" He just about snorted with laughter.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're having a lot of fun, aren't you?"
He smirked and bent to kiss me. Just as I was getting into it, thinking he was done with his little game, he pulled back again.
My eyes fluttered open, and I frowned. "What now?"
His face became serious, and I quickly sobered, growing concerned with the sudden change in his behavior. That was until he said,
"I promise I'll still respect you in the morning."
He laughed as I slapped his chest, letting out a noise of frustration. But the deep rumbles from his chest drew a reluctant smile from me, and I sighed, wrapping my legs around his hips. And then I decided to go along with this silly game.
"But what if I don't want you to respect me? What if I want you to do," I kissed his jaw, "really," I kissed his chin, "really," I kissed the corner of his mouth, "bad things to me?" I kissed his lips, taking the bottom one between my teeth as I teased him.
He groaned and immediately deepened the kiss, capturing my tongue with his. Moaning my satisfaction into his mouth, I ran my hands down the front of his chest, tracing the bulging muscles there. They rippled under my touch, and I pressed closer, needing to feel all of his warmth. My hands glided lower until I reached the band of his underwear. His hand left my side to grab ahold of mine. He then pressed my hand directly onto his cock.
"Don't you wanna feel what it feels like?" he whispered, still playing along.
I laughed softly and nodded. Together, our hands disappeared into his underwear until my fingertips brushed against the warm steel of him. He pushed his hips into my hand.
"Don't be scared," he cooed, kissing my neck. "He likes it when you touch him."
I giggled and turned my head to meet his mischievous eyes, widening my own so that I looked shocked. "B-but it's so big. I don't know what to do with it. You see — I've never done anything like this before."
He smirked. "Why don't you put it in your mouth?"
"My mouth? I don't know... that seems really naughty," I whispered, faking my scandalized tone.
"How about you kiss it? Just the tip?"
We both laughed at that. I then adopted a look of naive determination on my face and nodded. "But only the tip. No more, okay?"
"Sure." He grinned.
He flipped us over so that I was saddling him, and quickly pulled off his shirt. I smiled, loving the feeling of being on top, before shuffling down his legs so that my face was aligned with his crotch. I pretended to be nervous as I pulled his pants down his hips, along with his underwear.
The surprised gasp that left my lips was real as his dick popped out of his underpants to slap my cheek, bouncing back and probing my lips. I pulled back to look at the angry cock bobbing in front of my face. It was big and veiny, and the most aesthetic one I'd ever seen.
Tristan Beckett had a pretty penis.
I giggled at the thought and his head lifted from the pillow to look at me.
"Are you laughing at my dick right now?"
I giggled again and shook my head. "I'm not, I promise."
"Better not be. He's sensitive, you know. You could hurt his feelings."
I rolled my eyes before leaning forward to press my lips to the swollen tip, but the head slipped by my lips and I missed. I reached up to wrap my hand around the throbbing base to hold it still. When I squeezed gently, he jerked, the muscles in his stomach clenching and bunching as he let out an uncontrolled moan. Beneath me, I could feel his thighs tensing as he held himself back from thrusting into my hand.
Giving him a small, cheeky smile, I stuck out my tongue and gave him a slow, sensual lick from the crown to the tip. There it formed a clear drop of liquid from his slit, and I couldn't resist lapping the salty bead. He hissed, cock pulsing in my hold.
And then I sat back and let go.
"Why'd you stop?" His voice was hoarse — desperate.
Hiding my smirk, I adopted an expression of innocence, blinking down at him. "But I kissed it? You said I just had to kiss the tip."
He groaned, laughing to himself huskily. "But, babe, that wasn't a kiss. You need to do it again. Properly this time."
"Okay." I nodded.
This time when I grabbed his dick, I pressed a firm kiss against the tip and then sucked. Hard. His hips lifted off the bed and forced my lips apart to take him deeper into my mouth. I didn't mind, swirling my tongue around the swollen head and sucking again, slowly taking him down my throat.
"Deeper," he moaned, teeth gritting as his hips pumped.
Hearing Tristan beg was such a power rush. It made my clit throb and my thighs squeezed together to help ease the burn.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Could you repeat that?" I asked, pulling back deliberately.
His hand shot down, fisting my hair and pulling me back down onto his cock. I moaned, opening my mouth to take him back in. This time I took him in as deep as I could, humming as I swallowed him. I held for a few long seconds, sucking and swallowing as my eyes watered and spit trailed down his length. And then I pulled back to breathe, gulping down air and blinking to clear the tears. A strand of spit connected my bottom lip to his cock as I caught my breath.
I repeated this several times, bobbing my head as I took him into the back of my throat and used my tongue and throat to massage him. My eyes had watered so much, I had tears trailing down my cheek, but I loved it. Sucking his dick and listening to the erotic noises he made was turning me on so much, I barely resisted slipping my hand into my underwear for some relief. I could only hope my make-up was waterproof.
My panties certainly weren't. I could feel them soaked through as my clit pulsed between my legs. Pretty soon I was going to start humping his leg.
"Fuck," he panted, looking down at me. "Your mouth should be illegal."
I grinned, wiping my bottom lip with my thumb. "Yeah? Want me to keep going?"
As much as I loved sucking him off, my jaw always hurt a lot afterward. He was big and that made it challenging to keep going. But I was getting better, and he let me practice often.
"Fuck yes, but another time. We have to get back soon. Now sit on my face," he ordered me, wrapping a hand around my wrist and pulling me towards him.
"As great as that sounds, you don't need to. I'm ready to go — more than ready, actually."
"You sure?"
I guided his hand to my panties, letting him feel how wet I was. He cursed and reached for the thin straps around my hips. I felt the elastics dig into my skin and then snap as he literally ripped my panties off. He tossed the scraps to the side.
I gaped at him. "You didn't just do that."
"Yell at me later." He sat up, chest pressing against my front. His fingers found the backs of my dress and he tried the zipper again. It stubbornly refused to budge. "Gonna tear this dress too if you don't get it off in the next ten seconds."
I moved quickly, reaching behind me. "Hold your horses. You just need to be gentle."
It took a while but I finally managed to get it down a few inches. Because it was hard to reach and I had to work slowly, Tristan took over and pulled the dress over my head. And then I was sitting on his lap, naked as the day I was born.
"Beautiful," he murmured, ducking down to kiss the rapid pulse at my neck.
My fingers buried themselves in his hair and my hips moved against him. When I rocked forward, I came into direct contact with his thick length, and we both moaned.
I couldn't contain myself any longer and my hips began to move on their own, angling my body so that my clit rubbed directly against his cock. Panting, I tucked my head into the nook between his neck and shoulder, closing my eyes as I lost myself to the pleasure.
His hands clenched around my hips and he flipped us over. We nearly rolled off again, but he caught us and positioned himself between my legs. Naturally, my legs cradled his hips, pulling him closer as my arms wrapped around his big torso, nails finding purchase in his back.
He reached down to grab ahold of his cock and guided the head to my dripping entrance. I spread my legs further apart to accommodate his size, and he pushed the tip inside me. And then he slammed into me.
"Uh!"
All the air in my lungs left my body, and I stopped breathing as white-hot pleasure assaulted all of my senses, melting my brain into a mindless mush as my body took in all of his length like it was made for him. I was so wet that he glided in smoothly, sinking into me with ease.
He held himself deep, hands stroking my hips soothingly as I adjusted to his size. My thighs squeezed his hips and I shivered against him as he twitched inside me. It took a while before I could think again, but when I could, a devious thought crept into my head. I was going to turn his game against him.
"Is it in yet? I can't feel anything." I bit my lip to keep from laughing, every small movement making me very aware of the very large thing invading my body.
He growled playfully, fingers digging into my skin. "You think you're so funny. I'll show you funny."
His hips drew back and his cock left my body in an agonizing pull, rubbing against my inner walls and making me moan through clenched teeth. I could only focus on the feel of him as he moved inside me, hot and hard and—
And then another thought occurred to me.
"Wait, Tris—"
His cock shoved its way back into me and I let out a small scream, my back arching off the bed as my nails sunk into his back. I whimpered when he pulled back out again.
"Condom!" I gasped out before he could thrust back into me. "We forgot the condom."
He stopped immediately and I watched that awareness creep back into his eyes, followed by horror at his mistake. He pulled out of me abruptly, leaving me empty and wanting.
"Shit. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." He ran a hand through his hair, looking around for his bag. "Condom... right, the condom. We need one."
Saying nothing, I watched him drag his bag closer and ruffle through some of the pockets. He came away with a strip of condoms, of which he tore one open.
"Can't believe I forgot the condom. Fucking hell." He shook his head, rolling it down his length. And then he looked at me, his gorgeous face full of guilt. "I'm sorry about that. It was fucking irresponsible. It won't happen again, but I promise I'm clean. I get tested regularly, and this has never happened before."
I gave him a reassuring smile even as my heart squeezed. "It's okay. I trust you."
He returned my smile and dropped back down over me. Our eyes met and held for a long moment, just taking in the other. And then he kissed me and my eyes slid shut, giving into the draw of his kiss.
We stayed like that for a while, touching one another as he worked to warm me up again, hands expertly stroking all the parts of my body he could reach. Soon, I was pulling him closer, silently asking for more. He was happy to oblige.
This time when he pushed back into me, he was slow and gentle. He kept up the slow rhythm for a while, rocking against me and drawing moans and whimpers from me as he pressed deep inside. It felt good, but I needed more.
"Faster," I murmured against his lips. "Harder."
He listened to me and his speed gradually began to pick up. He groaned, rolling his hips as he pumped into me steadily. I was clinging to him, trembling as my orgasm began to build. He changed the angle he was fucking me, hitting that special place inside of me that only he seemed to ever find.
"More," I gasped, my clit beginning to burn as my climax approached. "I'msoclose."
I could feel him throbbing inside me as he fucked me, and it drove me crazy. I wanted so desperately for him to lose himself in me. To want to never leave me.
Just as I neared that edge, I felt his hips stutter against mine.
"Together?" He grunted, forehead pressed against mine.
"Together."
And then we both went over that edge, shuddering and moaning as our orgasms raged through us. I squeezed my eyes shut, nails dragging down his back as he shuddered in my arms, pulsing inside of me over and over again. My inner walls clenched around him and he grunted, giving me several small thrusts as he finished inside me.
He sat back and pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he maneuvered us until he was on his back and I was lying on top of him, still connected to him. We said nothing as we caught our breaths, our hearts slowly returning to their normal rhythms.
He lay back, gazing at the tent's ceiling, one arm curled around me while the other rested behind his head. We were sprawled in the bed all wrong, with our heads where our feet were supposed to be.
"Fuck," he whispered, running a hand down my back and letting out a heavy sigh.
"I know," I mumbled, cheek pressed against his heart.
"It's never like this."
"...I know."
"How are we ever going to stop?" He breathed, stroking a hand up and down my spine.
I squeezed my eyes tight, fighting the prick of tears. "We'll deal with that when we get there."
We settled back into the silence again, both of us thinking about the future. But I didn't want to think about the future. I wanted to think about the present. Well, it's more that I wanted to avoid thinking about the future, and I could only do that by focusing on the present.
"We need to get back. And I need to find another pair of panties thanks to you."
The mood shifted at my words and he chuckled. "Sorry about that. It was either tear them off or go insane."
"You mean you aren't already insane?" I joked, pulling away from him and sitting upright. His eyes dropped to my boobs and he grinned devilishly.
"Only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays."
The days we had class together.
"Keep telling yourself that. Now help me put my clothes back on."
I slipped my dress back on, turning so that my back was facing him. His fingers found the clasp and he quickly zipped up my now wrinkled dress. After that, he got dressed while I rummaged through my bags for some new underwear. My hand pressed against something round and hard, and I frowned. I grabbed ahold of the object and pulled it out of my bag. A familiar string of beads met my sight.
"Oh my God." I shoved the anal beads back into my bag, face burning as I prayed Tristan hadn't seen them.
I was going to murder Bailey.
"What?" h'e asked from behind me.
I looked back at him, trying to appear nonchalant and calm as he regarded me with suspicion. "Nothing."
He narrowed his eyes at me as he pulled his shirt back on, biceps bulging. "That expression doesn't mean nothing. You have something in there that you don't want me to see."
"No, I don't."
"Fucking liar," he chuckled and lunged at me.
I squealed as he wrapped an arm around me, caging me against his chest and effectively rendering me unable to move. I wiggled like a maniac as he reached a hand into my bag. Oh god, what else was in there? I should have known he couldn't resist a challenge.
"No! Don't!"
Too late. His hand emerged holding the anal beads. They were almost taunting me as he held them up in front of us. I felt his body's surprised amusement as he held me close.
"Interesting."
"I didn't put those there!" I rushed to explain, "Bailey did! I didn't know anything about this!"
His laughter sent vibrations coursing through me, shaking my whole body. "I'm liking her more and more."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course you are." He eyed the beads and I shot him a warning look. "No. We're not doing butt-stuff in a tent."
"Butt-stuff?" He smirked.
"You know what I mean. It's not happening."
"I agree. This isn't the best place, and we'd need a lot of time to prep you."
"Prep me? Have you done this before?" I was almost reluctant to know the answer, but I never could control my curiosity when it came to him.
"No. I've never been close enough or been with a woman long enough to try anal. But I know the basics. I'd probably need to do a bit more research before we give it a try."
Wait, what? "Before we give it a try?"
He laughed softly, putting the beads back into my bag and kissing me. "Of course. I've been dying to fuck your ass from the moment I saw it. It's also on my bucket list."
"Tristan!" I blushed, ducking my head to hide it from him. It made me happy to know he'd never done it with another woman before, but did that mean I wanted him to do it with me? Maybe. I don't know. I think I'd be open to trying, but not yet. I mean, what if I hated it or it really hurt?
"We'll see," I said, leaving it at that. "We should head back. They're probably going to start soon, and they can't if their captain isn't there."
"Yeah, let's go. But you have to climb out first."
"Why?" I frowned.
"So that I can stare at your ass as you leave. Why else?"
I rolled my eyes at him but did just that. As I felt his eyes glue themselves firmly to my ass, I somehow knew that he was imagining doing evil things to it. It made me fear for its safety.