If you'd asked me a month ago if Tristan Larsen had a single good bone in his body, I would have likely spat on the floor and told you he was no better than the devil himself. I would have told you he was made from venom and had a heart as black and void as space, I would have told you that he was a ruthless bastard and you should run for your dear life because he wasn't the kind of person you wanted to be entangled with.

Our encounters hadn't been the most pleasant and there was a time in my life when I didn't think there was a fiber in my body that could ever like him, but these few weeks that went by in a blur of brewing passion and spurring sensations made me realize that underneath those thick rusty layers of pride and arrogance and everything awful, a good shade of him did exist.

And it wasn't just the shade of him that possessed my body and buried it in utter pleasure. There were other moments where he showed his humanity

-moments when came home early just to have dinner with me.

Moments when he curled around me and trapped me in his chest while we watched the stars from the terrace.

Moments when he stroked my hair absently while grumbling to me about his infuriating partners at work.

Moments when he cleaned me up after sex and kissed my head like I was the most precious thing in the world.

-Moments like this, moments like right now, when he shielded me from my nightmares and held me close till the darkness faded.

Last night, he'd shared a bed with me and when I roused from the depths of sleep, he was by my side, shirtless, fast asleep.

The twisting pain in my abdomen from my bitch of a period didn't stop me from soaking up the sight of him. He looked so effortlessly beautiful when he slept. His tousled hair stuck out all over the pillows and his chiseled chest rising and falling in repose shined underneath the ray of the dappled sunlight filtering through the open windows.

Allowing myself, I tentatively ran the tips of my fingers along his broad shoulder blades, tracing them down the length of his arms. So beautiful. A smile played on my lips. It still amazed me how a man like him could find a girl like me interesting.

I wasn't his type, I wasn't letting him tie me up or whip me. I'd expected him to have gotten tired of having basic sex with me by now but he hadn't. This man took any opportunity he got to impale me with his cock, so much so that I'd lost count of the places we'd had sex.

The last time had been two nights ago right here in my bedroom where he'd tested my flexibility until my legs nearly popped apart.

The thought of it brought a pull of moisture to my core. Feeling a little mischievous, I trailed my finger down his chest, tracing over his rounded pecs, following a straight line down the hard planes of his body to his torso.

His muscles tensed underneath my touch and he stirred but I didn't let it deter me. Emboldened, I slid my fingers beneath the elastic of his pants, and the deep guttural groan that rumbled out of his throat when I wrapped my hand around his warm morning hood shot straight to my core and made hot lust jolt through me.

Undermining the cramps throttling my uterus, I got up and positioned myself between his parted legs. They flexed and tensed. I snuck my hand back into his pants and grabbed him even harder.

"Sienna..." He grumbled out my name, his eyes still closed tight in sleep. "What in God's name are you doing with my cock?"

His crudeness in his words tingled my clit. "I was wondering how long it would take you to notice," I teased, stroking his cock still caged in his pants gently. "Have a nice night?"

He opened his eyes slowly and lazily gazed down at me through his thick dark lashes. "It's too early for you to start biting off more than you can chew, Sienna."

His voice was deep and dire, causing my insides to contort with sick desire. I licked my lips, stroking his cock with added pressure through his pants. "It's just a little thank you for...you know...last night." I had never given him a blow job before. I wanted to try it now, I wanted to taste him.

His eyes were blazing, drifting from my face to my hand on his groin. "Since when did you become this charitable?"

"Since now." I tugged on his pants, wanting them gone. He caught my hand and stopped me. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

"You should be resting, Sienna, not being greedy for my cock." His voice was horse and thick, a telltale sign that he wanted this, just as much as I did, but he was fighting back his desire because he didn't want me to be hurt. I wouldn't, my period only hurt badly on the first day, on the rest of the days, it heightened my constant state of arousal.

"I want to be greedy," I persisted, pouting my lips sexily in a way he wouldn't be able to resist. "I want it. I want you to come in my mouth. I'm not hurt, I feel fine, you don't have to worry."

His chest rose as he inhaled deeply. He said nothing but I could see the war behind his eyes as he contemplated whether to give in or not.

I bit my lip hard. "Tristan, please let me just know what it feels like to have you in my mouth, pleaseeee." I sounded like a child begging for candy except, in reality, I was a grown-ass woman begging for a cock. I practically hated giving blow jobs, but I wanted to give it to him, I wanted to pleasure him the way he pleasured me.

"You're going to be the death of me, Sienna." He grumbled, letting my hand go in silent approval.

I smiled, wasting no time in gripping his pants and tugging them down. He gave me a little assist by lifting his hips just enough for me to slide his pants down completely.

His beautiful veiny cock sprung free at once, pointing north. I licked my lips, allowing my eyes to sweep over every raw inch. Now I knew why I never went down on him, he was huge and would take a lot of effort to fit into my mouth.

"Ever taken a cock in your mouth before?" He asked me, propping himself up on his elbows and staring down at me with dark amusement.

He must have mistaken my silence for hesitation. I wouldn't back down. "It's not new to me," I replied, keeping my eyes on him as I snaked my tongue out and languidly ran it from the top to the base of his cock.

His body tensed, breathing growing heavy and heated with every inhale.

I smiled against his cock and repeated the motion. This time, I slid my tongue against the pulsing vein that ran along the underside of his cock. Every muscle in his body turned rigid underneath me. "Jesus, Sienna," he rasped. "Take me in your mouth now, suck me." His command was strained and filled with so much lust.

I was driving him crazy.

Me.

Deliberately elongating his suffering, I licked his cock down to the base, then down just a bit further to where his heavy balls hid. The need to taste and savor every last inch of him consumed me, it made me reckless and I didn't think twice before sucking both of his balls into my mouth.

My reward was a strained curse that showed me just how much he was enjoying this. Inhaling deeply, I dove in and suckled his balls, rolling them between my tongue.

His legs twitched. "Fuck..." His hand gripped the sheets beside him so tight his knuckles turned white. "You're killing me."

His eyes were dark and unfocused when I stole a peek at him. He was starting to sweat, his chest rising and falling rapidly with harsh breaths. I smiled, thankful that I didn't turn down those erotic books Candice recommended for me. It was my lifesaver, the reason why this powerful man was quivering for me.

Deciding he had suffered enough, I licked a straight line back up to his cap, shocked to find a pool of pre-cum waiting for me. I gingerly lapped at it with my tongue. The taste melted in my mouth. Salty-sweet. Jackson lied, it wasn't meant to be bitter.

His rich taste kick-started my appetite, I wanted more. I licked the crown of his cock, humming in contentment when he twitched in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it until his beautiful shaft glistened with my saliva, then I took an inch into my mouth, slowly, sucking tenderly before taking in more of him.

His head lolled back and he muttered incoherently as he flexed his hips slowly.

Feeling up for it, I pushed him down a little more, going lower and lower.

His torso muscles rippled. "Jesus, fuck," he bucked off the bed. "Just like that, Sienna, just like that..."

I closed my eyes. Fuck me, my lips burned. It felt like my mouth was going to rip into pieces but I couldn't stop now. Sucking in my cheeks, I slowly started to bob my head, moving my lips up and down his thick cock, lubricating it with my saliva.

In no time, I was moaning, bobbing my head faster, my lips stretching wider and wider around his cock. I'd done this before to my ex but it was never like this, I didn't feel hot, I didn't feel this strange sense of confidence.

Tristan pushed up a knee. "Shit." He rasped, placing his hands on either side of my head and holding it in place as he suddenly started to plunge into my mouth.

My eyes flung open and I gagged when his tongue prodded the roof of my throat.

"Let me in, baby." He grunted out of pleasure, squeezing the air out of my lungs with the harsh thrust of his cock. The abrupt change of power knocked me askew. He had me completely at his mercy now, holding me how he wanted, fucking my mouth how he wanted, possessing it.

Tears singed my eyes, blurring my vision. My throat burned, and my jaw ached but I didn't stop him. Watching his body clench and unclench in carnal bliss was the hottest sight ever.

My stomach tightened. The muscles in my mouth began to quiver. Even if I was barely getting air into my lungs at this point, I moaned for him, lapping at his swelling flesh as it invaded my mouth.

His glistening abs tightened and flexed. "Sienna, baby, look at me." He commanded breathlessly and I looked up, meeting his heated gaze through teary eyes. He was close, he was warning me. "You love my cock, don't you?"

"Yes," I spluttered, gagging, choking, too intoxicated by the sight of him coming undone to care about his dizzying tiger grip on my head.

"Fuck." His hips undulated. "Is this making you wet? Does it make you wish it was your pussy instead?"

Hands digging into his thighs, I nodded frantically, unable to control the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming, ah, shit." He bucked my hips upwards and stilled in the air, shooting his hot cum into the back of my throat in spurts.

My eyes fluttered shut with pleasure as his warm liquid lit my taste buds on fire. He was salty, earthy, and sweet, a big contrast to the tart I'd been forced to swallow.

With a final groan deep in his throat, Tristan let my head go and collapsed utterly on my bed, breathing hard.

I sucked him a little more, milking him to the last drop. He was still very hard, he was always hard.

"Sienna..." His body quaked as I sucked on his sensitive cap. He wanted me to stop. I didn't want to. I continued to suck him, the urge to taste him again returning, but with a muttered curse, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me away, causing this lewd pop sound to rip in the air between us.

"You little greedy cocksucker." He leaned forward and dragged me up to his chest. "I should take you over my knee for that, do you want to kill me?"

I licked my swollen lips, taking the bits of him that nearly escaped. "Did you enjoy it?"

He cupped my face and brushed his thumb against my cheeks. "I have received a nice amount of blowjobs in my life but none comes close to what you just did today."

My cheeks flushed at his candid reply. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." He kissed my nose. "I can't remember the last time someone made my legs this numb." He rolled us over to the side so that he was spooning me again.

I leaned into him, smiling like an idiot. "Are we falling asleep again?"

He nuzzled into my neck and purred. "I just want to hold you until I can walk again."

His words caused a flurry of butterflies to invade my stomach, and as we lay there, taking each other's warmth, a deep realization sunk into my chest.

No matter how many times I tried to convince myself otherwise, I was never going to recover from this.