Boys and Girls, Part IV: Why I Love to Hate You

Chapter 11 – Silent Night

“You didn’t have to drive me home. I could have walked.”

Tristan had just parked his car next to the curb of Jacy’s apartment building. He didn’t answer her. In fact, he hadn’t said one word to Jacy after their awkward dinner conversation. Tristan wordlessly got out of the driver’s side and walked over to open the door for Jacy before she had a chance to exit on her own.

Jacy sighed inwardly as she got up from the passenger seat. Somehow, Tristan’s refusal to speak was more hurtful than the mean things he actually did say to her.

“Good night,” she uttered shyly without actually looking at Tristan. “A-and thanks for dinner.”

Jacy awkwardly rehooked her purse over her shoulder before walking up the front steps to her apartment. She took out her keys and unlocked the door, only to freeze as she felt a warm presence behind her. Jacy slowly turned and gradually raised her eyes to Tristan’s. His expression was unreadable, and the reasons for his actions – ambiguous. He could have just been making sure that she got in all right. He might have also wanted to come in. All Jacy could do was stare.

Tristan impatiently reached past Jacy and turned the doorknob. The very fact that he was leaning over her in such a manner was basically a silent gesture for Jacy to get moving. Jacy was too afraid to disobey his wordless – yet firm – command, so she stepped in. Tristan followed. She slowly proceeded up the stairs to her third-story apartment. Jacy felt Tristan’s presence behind her the entire way, and she grew incredibly self-conscious, considering that he was probably staring at her ass the entire time.

As she approached apartment 3B, she stole a quick peek over her shoulder. Tristan was still behind her with that ambiguous expression on his face. Jacy took out her apartment key and unlocked her door. She felt Tristan stop just as he approached her. Jacy opened her door but partially barred the entrance with her body as she turned around.

“Good night.”

Nothing. She sighed inwardly and repeated herself. “Good night, Tristan.”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. He didn’t even change his facial expression. This time around, Jacy’s eyebrows furrowed. All she was asking for was a simple ‘good night!’ Was that too much to ask?

She huffed before turning around and pushing her door open. She flew inside and threw the door close behind her. It didn’t slam. When she turned around to investigate, she saw Tristan pushing past the door that he had just caught with his strong hand. He walked into Jacy’s apartment without an invitation and calmly closed the door behind him.

Jacy’s jaw dropped. “Get out!”

Tristan leaned his back against the door, and…grinned. That jackass was grinning! Jacy hated it. A grin from Tristan Carter always meant she wasn’t going to like what was going to ensue. She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.

“What?” she gritted out.

Nothing. That bastard still wasn’t talking. That was it. Jacy screamed in frustration and stomped over to Tristan.

“Either say something or leave!” she shouted out, shoving at his hard chest.

Still smiling, Tristan grabbed at her wrists and yanked them down so they could no longer do any harm to him. Jacy attempted to wrench out of his grasp, but Tristan was just too strong. She continued to resist, but Tristan only continued to thwart her attempts and smile while doing it.

Tristan loosened his grip slightly, allowing Jacy to yank her hands free. She screamed in even greater frustration and walked away from him. She didn’t get two steps in before she felt an unwelcome tug on the side zipper of her dress. Before she had a chance to react, Jacy’s dress began to fall. She instinctively grabbed the bodice for support, but Tristan pulled it down until it pooled around Jacy’s ankles.

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God, Tristan wanted to fuck this woman badly.

Jacy had that deer-in-the-headlights look. Her right arm crossed over her black strapless bra protectively as Tristan continued to ogle her. Her legs were slightly cross, calling to attention her simple black bikini underwear. She continued to regard Tristan with equal parts shock and indignation.

“Jesus, Tristan! What the fuck’s your problem?” she yelled.

Tristan said nothing. Instead, he dropped his hands to her bra and began pulling it down. It was almost comical seeing Jacy attempt to stop him, but in the end, Tristan never had problems undressing a female, and this time would be no different.

Jacy’s bountiful breasts popped up, and Tristan’s erection was really gaining some life. It sprang beneath his pants, and he forced himself to suppress the groan that rumbled deep in his throat. He slowly slid his head down Jacy’s chest until his face was nuzzled in the valley between her large breasts. He licked her skin there, and Jacy moaned.

Her hands absentmindedly moved to his hair, and she ran her fingers through the blonde spikes. God, Tristan loved when she did that, but he remained silent anyway.

“Goddamn you, Tristan Carter.”

Tristan smirked into Jacy’s breast. He gently bit her nipple and felt it pebble in response. Jacy cried out in frustration, but Tristan loved getting Jacy all worked up, so he simply did the same thing to her other breast.

He felt Jacy begin to move back, but he caught her by her waist and pulled her back to him. Tristan immediately fell to his knees. He temporarily lifted his eyes and was pleased to find that dazed and turned-on look swimming within Jacy’s hazel eyes. Tristan surreptitiously slipped his deft fingers into the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down. He could instantly smell the sweet and heady scent unique to only Jacy and believed that he might pass out from being so turned on. Again, he suppressed an urge to voice his satisfaction.

Jacy stepped out of her panties as they fell into a puddle at her feet. Tristan could hear her breathing quicken as he lowered his head to the entrance of cunt. She smelled like a woman who wanted sex, and right now…nothing could have excited him more.

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“Fuck!” Jacy screamed as she felt Tristan’s expert tongue invade her. She felt his tongue slide up and down her smooth folds, and it was impossible to ignore how good it felt. The thing that really got her excited was whenever his tongue flicked over her swollen bud of a clit.

Jacy was ashamed at how receptive she was to Tristan’s seduction, especially considering what an asshole he was being to her right now by not talking. She couldn’t help it though. She was a sexually healthy woman, after all, and getting a guy like Tristan to do this to her…well, Jacy wasn’t going to complain…not when it felt this good.

She gasped when she felt the invasion of two of Tristan’s fingers between her folds. She had not expected it, so when he began pumping his fingers in and out of her while continuing to do naughty things with his tongue, Jacy nearly lost it.

Until she remembered that the jerk hadn’t said one thing this entire time. She had noticed the vein at the back of his neck throbbing with the overexertion of self-control. Why was he being silent when it was so obvious that he wanted to say something? The fact was Jacy hated “Silent Tristan” more than “Rude Tristan” or even “Horny, Crass Tristan.” She was going to do something about it…now.

“Get those fingers out of me,” she commanded in a low, husky voice.

Tristan froze. His blue eyes drifted up to hers. Jacy arched her eyebrow and gave Tristan a look that said ‘she meant business.’

Much to Jacy’s satisfaction, Tristan complied – almost immediately – most likely out of curiosity. As his index and middle fingers slipped out between her folds, she glimpsed her wet juices still clinging to his skin. She had the added satisfaction of seeing Tristan gulp as he tried to tame his hard-on at the sight of his soaked fingers.

“Get up,” Jacy ordered coldly. Again, Tristan complied and rose to his full five foot-eleven inches. He held his glistening fingers up in a gesture that told Jacy he didn’t quite know what to do next.

Jacy knew.

She eyed Tristan seductively before slowly leaning over and taking Tristan’s fingers into her warm mouth. She kept her eyes glued on Tristan the entire time and couldn’t miss a quick, but definite, reaction in his features as she closed her lips around his fingers. She sucked on them and tasted her own juices before pulling her mouth back and exposing Tristan’s fingers little by little. She kept her eyes on Tristan the entire time, gauging his reaction to her unprecedented boldness.

When Jacy had pulled back completely, Tristan remained planted in his spot, his eyes frozen on Jacy in a mostly unreadable expression. He looked to his cleaned fingers briefly before turning back to her. Without warning, his brows furrowed, and he looked madder than hell.

Shit. Jacy hadn’t planned on this happening. She got scared and began backing up, but Tristan caught her. He leveled an icy glare directly at her before pushing her toward the sofa. Jacy didn’t want sex on the couch. She pushed back at Tristan’s chest to protest, but he was a man obviously on a mission. She wasn’t going to win this particular battle.

He pushed her onto the sofa, and Jacy fell backwards. As she tried to regain her bearings, Tristan had quickly stripped down – peeling off his socks, practically ripping off his dress shirt and pulling his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. Jacy heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped over. She barely had a moment to right herself before she felt Tristan’s heavy body descending over hers. The scent of Tristan’s cologne mixed with his own masculine musk was effective enough to make Jacy temporarily forget that she was about to get fucked on a living room sofa by a jerk who had given her the silent treatment for the better part of an evening.

Tristan moved back and pulled Jacy’s legs up together at the ankles. Jacy was a little confused now. What was he doing exactly? How were they supposed to have sex if her legs were closed?

Oh, she got an answer.

She felt the intrusion of Tristan’s long, thick cock into her wet cunt even as her legs were still elevated. He pulled out once and inserted his dick once again. Jacy cried out.

“Oh my God.”

Tristan continued to pump in and out of Jacy in this manner. Her legs being in the way, Jacy wasn’t able to make eye contact with Tristan. She wondered what the hell that bastard was thinking.

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The slick noises emitted from the contact of his own large cock with Jacy’s tight and wet cunt were making Tristan lose it. He loved watching his glistening dick emerge from between those smooth, beautiful folds of her pussy. Tristan loved this position, and he was pretty sure that Jacy would like it too. This particular technique always made Tristan come quickly, and that was what he really needed to do right now.

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Jacy screamed. Tristan gritted his teeth. Bastard had done it again…made her come hard in record time. Her breathing grew heavier as she milked Tristan’s throbbing cock with the closing in of her cunt walls. She felt the warmth of his seed spilling into the condom. He didn’t seem to want to pull out of her. He remained on his knees, catching his breath.

Finally – after what seemed like an eternity – he slowly withdrew his cock from between her folds and lowered her legs. Tristan took a few more minutes to catch his breath, keeping his passionate gaze affixed on Jacy the entire time. He finally got up, and Jacy heard him dispose of the condom in the washroom.

When Tristan returned, he wordlessly took Jacy into his arms and carried her with little effort into her bedroom. He carefully lowered her onto the bed before collapsing on top of her sheets himself. The sounds of heavy breathing continued a little while longer. Jacy looked over and saw that Tristan had already draped his arm over his eyes. His breathing had already begun to slow.

“Tristan?” she called out in a small voice.

No answer.

She hesitated. “G-good n-night, Tristan.”

Silence passed, but Jacy eventually felt the warmth from Tristan’s large hands as his fingers became intertwined with hers. She fell asleep, smiling.

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