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Its not love (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED)Jenna Robinson is a young waitress finishing school. But one day she meets a guy named Tristan and her whole life changes. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 10, 2012    Reads: 1,434    Comments: 11    Likes: 7   

Chapter 3: In my bed with me

I was in my bed writing a short story in my laptop. Writing is my life. I can't live without it. It was at least nine p.m.

My phone rang and I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey stranger. What are you doing?"

"Writing. Who is this?" I asked.

"You know exactly who this is. Open the door." He said. I stopped typing and sighed. "You're at my door?"

"I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by."

"In the neighborhood? In the neighborhood doing what exactly?"

"Just open the damn door." He said. I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone. I got out of bed and went to my living room. I opened the door and there he was. As sexy as ever. "Hello, Jenna." He said softly. I wish he'd take that sexy smirk off his face.

"What are you doing here? I gave you my number hoping you wouldn't take advantage of it."

"I'm not taking advantage. Just wanted to see you."

"I was in the middle of a story actually." I said. He smirked and bumped his way in. "Oh, sex story?" He asked. I closed the door and stared at him. "Why would you automatically assume that?"

Tristan shrugged and his eyes roamed around my house. "A lot of virgins have an inner freak side. And personally," He looked at me with a sexy smile. "I'd like to see yours."

I was melting again. "So you think you can just come in here, spread your charm and I'll open my legs for you?" I asked. He smirked.

"That's a sexy thought but….you aren't that kind of girl. Obviously. And besides, I don't have protection with me." He said shrugging.

"So that saying, 'better safe than sorry' doesn't matter to you?"

Tristan leaned against the couch and shrugged. "Not really. I mean its not like I go around and stick my cock in ever girl I see. I have to study them first."

"Study?" I asked. He nodded and sat down on the couch. "Make sure they're in my league. And if they are, then I want them."

"Am I in your league?" I asked. He smiled. "You are definitely in my league, Jenna." He said nodding. I sighed and slowly walked over to him. "Can't say the same for your blonde friend though. She's a little off."

"Don't talk about her like that. She's a good friend and she is smart and funny."

"She has to make up for how unbalanced she is."

"Unbalanced? Unbalanced my ass. You can leave now." I said. I went to the door and opened it. Tristan got up and pressed me against the door and kissed me. I pushed him away and slapped him. He stared at me with this unbelievably sexy grin. I wanted to jump on him at that moment but I chose not to.

"Don't you ever kiss me against my will again." I said. Tristan leaned against the door and watched me. "Or?" He asked.

"Or I will kick your ass. Don't think I can't." I said. I was ready.

Tristan tilted his head to the side. He slowly stepped towards me. "I think that you are putting on this little act like you don't want me."

"I don't." I said. The lie slipped right in. Tristan placed his hand on my cheek and smiled while looking into my eyes.

"Liar." He whispered. I shook my head.

"Just show me the work you're working on. The story." He said. How did he change the subject so fast? I rolled my eyes and made him follow me into my bedroom.

"Well I'm only on chapter one but….." Tristan pushed me onto the bed and made me turn around onto my back. I started feeling fear in my body. He got on top of me and slowly leaned down and his tongue traced over my bottom lip. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him off but he stayed where he was and he began kissing me softly, pulling away every few seconds to look into my eyes.

I closed my eyes and invited his tongue in my mouth. Fuck. What was I doing? Tristan pulled away and got up. His hands slowly slid down my inner thighs to my knees and then he looked at me. He bit his lip and grabbed onto the waist line of my shorts and pulled them down and threw them on the floor. My heart was beating hard. Slamming against my chest.

Tristan smirked at the black lace panties I had on. He outlined the rim line with his finger and then looked at me. I stayed frozen where I was. I wanted to tell him to stop but I also wanted him to keep going.

He leaned back over me so we were face to face. "Tell me what you want, Jenna." He said.

I slowly lifted my hand and placed it in his hair and looked into his blue eyes. "I want you." I whispered. Tristan nodded. "I want you too. Every single part of you. I want to fuck you, Jenna."

A moment of weakness took over. I couldn't hide it anymore. I wanted him in the worst way. I nodded and he leaned down and kissed me again.

This was that big moment. The moment you realize what's about to happen. Tristan got my tank top off of me and then took his shirt off of himself. He had the best damn tan I've ever seen in my life. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. I could see his cock standing straight up. I couldn't wait for it to be in me. I just wanted his hands on me. On any part of my body. He pulled down his boxers and his thick cock sprung out. He looked down at his cock and then smiled at me. "See what you do to me?" He asked. I blushed a little.

"Just for you to know, I'm on birth control." I whispered. He smiled. He then grabbed my panties and slid them down and threw them on the floor. He took in my body and looked into my eyes and gave me a half smile. "Why haven't you been touched yet?" He asked shaking his head.

I didn't answer. I just kept my eyes on his. He bit his lip and he spread my thighs apart. He looked at me as his tongue came in contact with my clit. A moan immediately escaped my mouth. I grabbed a handful of his hair pressing him down more. His tongue flicked back and forth and slid all over my womanhood and a little further down to my ass. I arched my back as another moan escaped my lips. I squirmed beneath his tongue. I wanted to cum. He gently sucked on my clit while still looking at me. I was so wet and horny. Horny for him. I bunched the covers up in my hands and cried out when I came. That was fast. I never came that fast before. Tristan came up and kissed me softly. "Get up and get on all fours." He whispered. I did as he said. Doggy style? He was going to do it to me in this position for my first time?

I read in stories how much it hurts in the beginning. I was ready for the pain though. "Are you ready?" Tristan asked. I nodded once. I felt his cock against my entrance. He paused for a second and then I felt his lips on my back and then my shoulder. "I got to hurt you, I'm sorry." He whispered. I nodded. "I know." I said. He grabbed my hips.

His lips disappeared and he pressed hard against me and I whimpered a little. Then he just forced himself in and I groaned in pain. Damn that shit hurts so bad. I hid tears that wanted to come to my eyes. I stayed in that position begging for the pain to go away. It didn't at first. "Can I move, Jenna?" He asked. His voice persuaded me. I nodded. "Yes." I whispered. He slid out of me and then slammed back in. I moaned although it hurted a little.

He was slowly slamming in and out of me and soon I was enjoying it. I moaned louder and his grip on my hips got tighter and he moved faster. "Oh! Please, Tristan." I begged.

Tristan's cock goes in deeper every time and every time he entered back in me, I could hear his sexy groans and it drove me over the edge.

It felt good feeling his cock in my tight walls. "You're so fucking sexy." He growled while slamming into me harder. I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I felt this before. A couple of minutes ago. But this felt way better. "Oh! Tristan!" I squeezed around him and he moaned and I felt him cum. I orgasmed around his thick length and I screamed and cried. Why does it feel so damn good? Why did I wait so long for this? Tristan slowly slid out of me and my arms grew weak and I fell onto the bed and sighed quietly.

Tristan was quiet and so was I. He came into my vision of sight and stared at me. "Theres a little blood on your sheets. You should be fine though." He said. I nodded and closed my eyes for a second.

"Again." I whispered.

"What?" He asked.

"I want to do that again, Tristan." I said. He smiled and nodded. "I want it again too." He whispered. He then turned me on my back and positioned himself in between my legs. I could feel him hard again. Whoa. That fast? Tristan kissed my neck and then my breasts. Then my lips again. He grabbed my leg and lifted it up to his waist and embedded himself in me again. A gasp escaped my lips when I felt him fill me up again.

He had this look in his eyes that I've never seen before. On anyone. I couldn't tell what it was but I pulled him down to kiss me while he slid in and out of me. He got my other leg up so they were now wrapped around him.

We were moaning together and both breathing hard. My hips met with each thrust he gave. "Tristan fuck me harder." I panted.

He held my wrist down forcing himself in deeper. I closed my eyes and moaned. I was about to cum again. Harder this time. "You feel so good." He breathed against my lips. He bit my lip softly and I gasped as I felt my walls tighten. "Oh! Fuck!" I cried. I came around him and he kept going anyway. I was out of breath. Tristan breathed my name as he then came also. He was breathing hard and so was I as we stared at each other.

I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him and he still stayed inside of me.

I was still trying to catch my breath. He slowly slid out of me and laid down beside me. We were both quiet for a little.

I let out a breath. "You didn't have to do that." I whispered.

He turned his head to look at me. "Do what?"

"Almost rape me."

"I didn't almost rape you." He said innocently. And it just made me want him inside me again.

"You pushed me on my bed and got on top of me." I said looking at him.

"Were you scared?" He asked. I shrugged. "Maybe a little." I answered. He smirked. "I'm sorry, Jenna. I just wanted you in the heat of the moment."

"What about now?" I asked.

He nodded. "I still want your pussy now."

"Just that?"

"I told you I'm not the relationship type of guy."

"And I told you I'm not so big on the whole fuck buddy thing." I said.

He bit his lip. "Well then what are we going to do?" He asked. I covered myself with the sheets.

"I don't know." I responded and stared up at the ceiling. Tristan stared at me. "I should take a shower." I said sitting up. I got up and went to the bathroom and turned on the light. I turned on the water and it rained down warmly. I pulled the shower curtain back and got in letting the water wet my hair and my body. The shower curtain was pulled back. Tristan had a smirk on his face. "Can I join you?" He asked. I didn't answer and he stepped inside and closed the shower curtain back.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." I said shaking my head.


"You taking my virginity wasn't supposed to happen."

"But it did so now what?" He asked. I shrugged and shook my head.

"I can't resist you anymore so I'm not going to stop." He assured me.

"I didn't say I wanted you to stop." I said. Tristan smiled and nodded pressing me against the tile shower wall. "I know because you, like so many other women, can't resist me."

"Don't get cocky or I'll have to kick you out of my house. Don't ruin a good moment." I said. Tristan placed his lips on mine. "I want to eat your pussy." He whispered. Fuck. I was so fucking wet. I wasn't going to stop him from doing what he wanted. Tristan got down on his knees and looked up at me as his tongue sprung out and licked my clit. I threw my head back and cried out his name. How does this feel so fucking good? Warm heat poured out of me. I pulled at Tristan's hazel hair. "Oh! Please Tristan! I'm about to fucking cum!" I moaned. Tristan placed two fingers in my pussy and pumped in and out of me fast while his tongue flicked back and forth on my clit. I grabbed onto the rack above my head that held shampoo and soap and I hung onto it as I rode Tristan's fingers. I soon came and whimpered his name and grew weak. Tristan got up and held me up and washed me up and then helped me rinsed off and then washed himself up.

After we were done, we both got out of the shower and he laid me in my bed and looked down at me. "You want me to stay or leave?" He asked.

"I have class tomorrow." I whispered. He nodded. He turned and grabbed his clothes and then put them on. It was entertaining watching him.

"Are you going to be one of those guys that won't call?" I asked. Tristan snickered. "You know I'll call you." He said. He leaned over and kissed me softly. "I want you again tomorrow night." He whispered.

"What makes you think you'll have me again?" I asked. Tristan smirked.

"I can pretty damn well guarantee that I will." He kissed my forehead and then walked out of my bedroom. Some part of me was still shocked about everything that just happened. But more than shocked, I was happy.


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