(𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄)

I gently close Garce's door and begin to head back to my room when I hear the doorbell ring.

I rush down the stairs and look through the peephole. I quickly twist the handle and allow Tristan to walk inside.

"What happened to you?" I ask, slightly shocked at his bruised figure.

"Chase and his new friends happened, they don't want anything to do with me anymore," he mutters as he flops onto the couch.

"So they had to beat you up?" I inquire as I damp a kitchen towel from the kitchen.

"I may have thrown the first punch," he mutters.

"Tristan," I say then walk over to him and take a seat next to him before I begin to wipe the cut on his lip.

"I know," he whispers then afterwards he's quiet for a bit then he lets out a deep breath and shakes his head, "I thought they would understand," he mutters.

"Understand what?" I ask.

"Josh likes you and Chase just hates that I'm around you,"

I furrow my brows in confusion, "Josh what?" I inquire.

"He liked you and I threw him off telling because I was jealous, I've been a terrible friend I don't know exactly how I thought they would understand," he mutters.

"Maybe I should have just balanced it all out, I was so focused on Kate and you and I just forgot about th-"

I place my lips on him and the sentence becomes lost between our lips.

I straddle his lap and gently lower myself on him. His hands hold my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"You deserve to be happy and you need to understand that, if Chase and Josh can't understand that, they don't deserve you,"

I gently place my hands on his face and rest my forehead, "He'll have to forgive you, just give him some time," I whisper.

He gently places his lips on mine once again but this time he stands up on his feet. I hold onto him tightly as he walks up the stairs.

He pushes the door open with his foot and closes it back the same way.

He sits on the bed with me on his lap and doesn't dare to break the kiss, I hold the bottom of his shirt to pull him closer to me and he winces slightly.

"Sorry," I mutter against his lips as he smiles slightly.

He separates from me and then pulls his shirt over his head before connecting his lips with mine once again.

My fingertips brush over his chiselled abs as I trail my palm down his bare chest. The only flaw on his body is a tiny scar from where I gave him stitches, but other than that, his skin is clear, unblemished, and bare.

He tenderly carries his kisses down my neck, "All those fights and you only have one scar?" I question.

He raises his head towards me, "I'm a pretty good fighter," he mutters.

I wrap my arms around his neck, "Mhm,"

I place my lips on his, and as one of his hands slides up my thigh, the other slips beneath my shirt and our lips flow gently and softly together.

He gently bites my lower lip then tugs on my shirt, "Can I take this off?" He whispers.

I nod in response, I knew I had no bra on but I didn't actually care right now.

Then he takes it off, initially appearing a little shocked, but soon his lips are back on mine as I straddle his lap.

He grasps my hand and gives it a light squeeze while placing his tongue over one of my nipples.

I groan softly as he circles it with his tongue, then repeats the action while groping the next.

My back slightly curves off as I groan a little louder, "Someone's sensitive are they?" He trolls.

I don't pay attention to what he says and entirely lower myself onto his lap, slowly kissing his neck. I softly rub against him while pressing my fingers into his hair.

He reclines his head a little and lets out a quiet groan. I bring my lips up to his ear lobe and gently nibble on it.

As I continue to move my hips on his lap, his hands come to my waist and slightly tighten their hold.

"Guess who's sensitive now," I whisper in his ear.

I see his jaw clench a bit and I kiss his neck as I run my hand down his chest, I could feel the bulge forming in his pants as he closes his eyes and lets out a soft moan.

"Tristan," I mutter against his skin as I leave lovebites down his neck.

"Olivia what are you doing to me," he whispers.

I smile slightly then he flips us over as he lays me on the bed and climbs on top of me, his hands are raised at the sides of my head so he can hover above me.

"I'm taking this off," he mutters tugging on my jeans.

He unbuttons my jeans and I lift my hips in order for them to come off.

He lowers himself between my legs and then puts them over his shoulder.

He smiles at how easily I take his fingers as he pushes two inside of me.

I moan softly as I feel his warm lips wrap around my clit.

He moves his fingers at a great pace as he rotates his tongue around my clit. I find myself desperately grinding against his face and grabbing his hair.

He continues to increase the speed of his fingers and I can't help but moan his name religiously.

He slides his hand up my torso then holds one of my boobs before giving it a gentle squeeze and I feel a knot in my stomach tighten.

I grab his hair more allowing my hips to freely move against his fingers and mouth holding him right where I need him most.

"Fuck Tristan," I moan, his name rolled off my tongue so easily I couldn't actually believe he was going down on me again.

My grip on his hair tightens and I feel my legs shake uncontrollably, "Tristan-,"

Before I could finish a loud moan left my lips as the knot in my stomach exploded leaving a mess all over Tristan's mouth and fingers. My legs tighten around his head and I feel his fingers tighten on my thighs to keep them open as he lets me ride my high.

He leaves from between my legs and connects his lips to mine. "You taste even better than before," he mutters, causing me to tighten my legs around him again.

"I need you right now," I tell him.

His eyes meet mine and I feel my stomach start up all over again.

"Are you sure?" he questions, I nod and bite my lower lip softly before he places his lips on mine.

The intoxicating kiss is filled with passion and lust as he moves it to my jaw. He slowly pulls away from me and his eyes scan my body as I'm now bare beneath him and he takes his time to actually look at me. I force myself not to shy away from his gaze.

He gives me a reassuring kiss, "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers against my lips.

He climbs off of me and slowly drags his sweats down before kicking them off along with his boxers. He climbs onto me again and kisses my cheek, "I don't have a condom," he mutters and I chuckle.

"Don't worry about it, I'm taking birth control and I'm trusting you don't have an std," I tell him causing him to gaze at me with confusion.

"It was a joke," I tell him, trying to soften his serious expression.

"Not that, why are you on birth control?" he asks.

"It's for my period," I tell him.

"That makes a bit more sense," he mutters and I roll my eyes playfully.

I arch my legs around his torso and he rubs himself against my entrance, as he lines himself up carefully before pushing himself into me slowly.

He leans down to capture my lips in a kiss as he slides the rest of him in.

He lets out a small groan as I open up to him completely. "Jesus Olivia," he mutters.

The pleasure consumes me but I still wince at the excruciating pain of him entering me. He notices as he stops to look at me as I feel his hand against my cheek.

"You okay love?" He asks and I nod.

"I can go a bit slower," he says.

"No don't," I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and I can hear the worry in his voice.

"Mhm,"

He lowers himself down and places his lips on mine as he pushes into me again.

I close my eyes knowing that this pain will be worth it in a few minutes.

I feel him begin to pull himself out and I feel his muscles tense as he struggles to keep himself from moving any faster.

He pushes himself back into me and I moan against his skin as he moves a bit faster over time.

I grip his back allowing my nails to penetrate his skin, he groans slightly and looks me dead in the eye as he goes deeper into me.

For a while I forget to breathe, his eyes were filled with lust. They were darker than usual and his pupils were way bigger.

He hits a spot that sends me over the edge which causes me to close my eyes and arch my back off the bed.

"Faster," I whisper.

I had no idea what that meant for my body but he knew and he did exactly as I asked. He slipped out of me faster and gripped the sheets hard.

He buries his head into my neck and peppers it with hickeys as I did to him. "If only you knew how good you feel baby,"

I've never liked the word baby, but god when he used it, it drove me wild.

My moans were unstoppable and uncontrollable. If my parents came home right now Tristan and I would be screwed.

My bedframe continuously knocked against the wall and I held his body closer to mine before saying something that would absolutely destroy me.

"Harder Tristan," I say.

He doesn't think twice about it before he starts thrusting into me hard, this combined with the speed might have been too much for me and even my bed because I've never heard my bed squeak ever.

I see my phone vibrate on the nightstand but I ignore it, I couldn't register anything other than Tristan right now.

As if this wasn't enough, I felt his thumb circulate around my clit, my body arched and a scream left my lips.

His name fell out of my mouth profanely, his hair dripped down into his face and the small beams of sweat on his forehead made him ten times more attractive.

The sheets slipped from under his hand and he cursed before grabbing onto my headboard. His thrusts were hard and fast exactly how I asked them to be.

The pleasure was unexpected and unexplainable but his thumb did wonders on my clit along with his thrusts.

I felt him hit the spot over and over again until it was too much, my legs began to tighten around him and my nails were scratching any part of his back that I could reach.

"God, don't stop Tristan, please don't stop," I plead.

He smiles down at me and increases his speed sending me over the edge as my eyes roll back then my toes curl involuntarily and my moans became louder with just his name in between them.

I watched as his hand flexed against the wooden board, his fingers tightened draining all the colour from his knuckles as his thrusts became sloppy.

The knot in my stomach explodes then I feel myself cum around him and I tighten around him which causes him to groan loudly as his hand drops next to me and he shoots his cum inside of me.

His body collapses onto mine and he wraps his arms around my body.

"Jesus Christ Olivia," he pants nuzzling his wet head into my neck.

I feel his kisses on my neck and I allow him more access as he leaves various love marks on my body.

He raises his head and then kisses my lips softly. His lips melt into mine and he deepens the kiss as if he can't get enough of me.

The space between us which was nothing was too much for him, he wanted our atoms to touch, he wanted me so close to him and for me to never leave.

He finally pulls away and our breaths are so shallow that I struggled to catch my breath.

I look down between us to see a small amount of red.

He lifts my chin back up in order for me to look at him. "Hey, that's okay don't worry about it," he mutters.

I always knew it could happen but I never thought I'd be one of the girls it happens to.

God, does this ruin it? Fuck

"Stop overthinking, I can see you zoning out," he states.

"I'll put on a warm bath for you, so you don't have to worry about all of this then I'll join you, how does that sound?" He inquires.

I smile slightly, "Sure," I tell him as he lays one last kiss on my lips.

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𝗼𝗼. ⁞ 𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

Hey guys. This concludes chapter Forty-three, I greatly do hope that you liked this chapter cause I sure enjoyed writing it, I'm just playing, I've never gone into so much detail before so tell me what you think, it was well awaited so here it is.
Chapter Forty-four coming soon.

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