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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:Jul 5, 2012    Reads: 1,041    Comments: 10    Likes: 4   

Chapter 7: He has me addicted

Tristan picked me up and drove me home. I was quiet the whole car ride. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"My best friend's grandmother has cancer." I said.

"What kind?"


"That's fucked up." He said shaking his head.

"Really fucked up. Lindsey is about to go fucking crazy because of it. I never seen her so angry and upset. And I never seen her cry so hard."

Tristan wiped my tears away. "Hey, don't be upset. It's alright." He leaned over and kissed me.

Tristan pulled up to a tall two story glass house. I looked at him, all my sadness completely thrown away.

He smirked at me.

We both got out of the car and he led me up the glass stairs to the front door which was also glass. "Ever afraid of anyone looking into your house?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I don't give a fuck." He replied. He unlocked the door and walked in and I followed in behind him. He shut the door and I looked around his house. It was so elegant. Theme was black, white and well.....glass.

"Like it?" He asked. I nodded and smiled at him.

"Want to see the bedroom?" He asked giving me a lustful look. "I just told you about my friend and all you want is sex."

"It'll make you feel better." He said. And he had a hell of a point. He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom which was about the size of my kitchen and living room. He had a bed that could fit about ten people in it and everyone would be comfortable. "Ever had a threesome?" I asked.

Tristan chuckled. "More like fivesome."


Tristan nodded. "I can pick up a lot of different girls, Jenna."

"Thanks for letting me know that." I said slipping my shoes off. Tristan took his jacket off and threw it onto the bed.

"Where does that door lead to?" I asked pointing to a glass door beside his black dresser.

"The balcony. Want to see?" He asked. I nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me out the door. The balcony wasn't huge but it was pretty big.

"You can see everything from up here." I said. I felt my shirt being lifted up. I turned to Tristan. "Up here? Really?" I asked.

"Why not?" He asked pulling the shirt over my head.

He turned me back around and began kissing the back of my neck while sliding his hands over my breasts. I could feel his hard on poking me in my back. Then his hands went down in between my legs. His hand slid underneath my shorts and panties. I moaned when he started playing with my clit with his finger.

My breathing was getting heavy and I could feel myself getting wet. I closed my eyes and whispered his name.

I was now leaning over the balcony as he pushed my shorts down to my thighs and then down to the floor. My black panties were down now to the floor along with my shorts. "Grab the ledge." Tristan whispered. I grabbed onto the ledge of the balcony as Tristan undid his pants. After two seconds, he grabbed my hips and thrusted his thick cock inside me. I lifted my chin up and laid my head back on his shoulder and moaned.

Tristan moaned with me thrusting harder while cupping my wet pussy. "Fuck." He breathed in my ear. I kept my hands on the ledge. I leaned over the balcony pushing my hips back to meet Tristan's cock. "Oh fuck. Tristan." I moaned. Tristan put his hand in my hair and forced my head back causing me to cry out while he fucked me harder.

His grip in my hair tightened and the thrusts were faster and deeper. I could feel my wetness dripping to the inside of my thigh. I could feel my stomach tightening. I moaned louder and breathed deeper while he continued to pull my hair to the point that it hurt. I was about to tell him that it hurts but before I could he let go of me and i released around his length while moaning in ecstasy. I was still bent over the balcony trying to catch my breath. I could feel a warm liquid squirting onto my ass. I turned to look at Tristan. "I wasn't wearing a condom. I couldn't cum in you." He explained. I nodded understanding. He grabbed all of my clothing that was discarded onto the floor and picked it up and went back inside. I followed him and took my bra off. Why not? All the rest of my clothes were off. Tristan placed my clothes in a hamper and led me to the bathroom where we then took a shower. As the water fell down on us, he kissed me deeply pressing me against the wall. It didn't stop no matter what was happening; our lust grew stronger and stronger for each other.

When we were done, we laid in bed naked. "So why were you still a virgin?"

"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked. He smiled and shrugged.

I sighed and shrugged. "I don't know. Just was saving it for as long as I could until-"

"I came along and fucked you?"

"Well, yeah, basically." I answered.

"You couldn't resist me." He assured me. I looked at him. "Don't get fucking cocky. You know I don't like that." I said.

He glared at me for a second before looking away. "I'm not changing for you, Jenna. Just because you're mine now doesn't mean I'm going to change my goddamn personality."

"I didn't ask you to. And I'm not changing for you either so don't expect me too."

"You have your bitch moments and a shitty attitude at times but I guess that's okay. I know how to clean that up."

"How?" I asked. Tristan looked at me for half a second before looking up at the ceiling. "Ask me a question." He said.

"A question?" I said. He cracked a smile and rolled his eyes. "Seriously." He said.

"Can I meet your brother and your sister in law?" I asked. Tristan sighed. "M e and Ronnie don't like each other. He's dead to me as I am to him. I doubt if he's ever even mentioned me to Leah."

"Why do you two hate each other?" I asked.

"Ronnie is a pussy. That's all I have to say."

"Yeah and you're a dick." I said.

Tristan's eyes went to mine. "Are you trying to be funny?"

"Yes." I said.

He rolled his eyes. I stared at him. His blue eyes. His 'just fucked' hair. His lips. How did he look so perfect? So...I don't know. And this perfect looking guy was just inside of me.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Ever thought of getting married?" I asked. He nodded. "But this girl wiped that idea right from my mind when she left me."

"Why'd she leave you?" I asked. He sighed. "She said I......had issues. She was a whore anyway. I'm fucking glad she left."

"What was her name?" I asked.


"Clementine?" I asked. He nodded and wrinkled his nose.

"I always hated her fucking name. What the hell is a clementine?" He said. I giggled and buried my head in a white fluffy pillow and sighed.

"Promise me you won't cheat on me, Jenna." He said. I looked at him and nodded. He shook his head. "Fucking say it."

"I promise I won't cheat on you, jeez." I said sitting up and hugging my legs. Tristan trailed a finger down my back.

"Sorry, I'm just serious about that kind of thing. Cheating is the worst kind of thing someone could do to someone they care about."

"I'm more concerned about you than you are of me."

"Why?" He asked.

"Look at you Tristan. A girl can get wet just by looking at you." I said. He smirked. "Did you?" He asked looking into my eyes with that lustful look I can't resist.

"Maybe." I answered. He sent me a cocky smile and I just rolled my eyes.

"And what about you, Jenna?" He asked.

"What about me?"

"You have to be one of the sexiest girls I ever known or even seen in my life."

"One of?" I asked. He bit his lip and smiled. "Clementine is number 1. You come in second place."

"Thanks a lot." I said sarcastically.

"I'm kidding. Relax. You are beyond beautiful. You have no idea what an understatement of that word "Beautiful" is for you." He kissed my shoulder and then my neck and then my lips.

"Any way, back to my point," I forgot all about his point. "You are sexy and have this look about you that drew me to you. And can probably draw in any other guys."

"So if how I look can draw in guys, why was I still a virgin at age 19?" I asked.

"Because you were too damn stubborn to let anyone in your pants. I was surprised you let me in."

"That's only because-"

"I'm so damn hot?"

"Cockiness makes me dislike you. You don't want to act that way, Tristan."

"Hmm." He sighed.

"Hmm what?" I asked. He smiled slightly.

"I love hearing you say my name better when you're moaning it." He said running his fingers through his hazel colored hair. I loved how his hair was always so messy but always looked good. I don't understand how it worked that way.

"Such a perv." I said shaking my head. I laid back down and Tristan laid beside me and pulled me to him.

He kissed me softly and I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

Author's note: I actually had sex on a balcony. It was fun!! lol sorry too much information


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