R. Lilley - Rock Bottom

“You ready to go to bed? They rented the place out for the night, and they reserved this amazing room for us. The party will probably go on all night, but I feel like I’ve done enough ass kissing to get a pass on the rest.”

I smiled weakly. “Sure.”

“You feel okay? You look a little woozy.”

“I’m a little nauseous. Lying down should help.”

“Want anything to eat or drink? They’re well stocked here.”

I just shook my head, standing up.

He immediately draped his arm over my shoulders, leading me into the house. “I’m sorry I wasn’t much company for you. I turned around and you were gone, and then I didn’t have a spare second to look for you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was your party. You should get to do whatever you want.” I knew as soon as I said it that it sounded petulant, and I wanted to take it back.

“Hey now,” he said softly. “If I got to do what I wanted, I’d have been with you all night, now wouldn’t I?”

I didn’t answer, just feeling tired.

“Did you meet anyone interesting?”

I met a model that said you were the first man she ever did anal with, I wanted to say, but no good could come of it, so I managed to hold my tongue.

“Yeah. Some entertaining people around here,” I said instead.

“Are you upset? It feels like you’re upset with me.”

“I just don’t feel well. A good night’s sleep will help.”

We were laying down, the room dark, sounds from the party still drifting to us when he said, “I’d always rather have you tell me what’s wrong, instead of keeping it bottled up. You know that, right? Whatever it is, I’d always rather know.”

I sighed, knowing there was a short timer on how long I could keep my feelings to myself. There always had been. “Do you ever feel like you can’t get enough of me, Tristan?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want to do everything to me?”

“What are we talking about? I thought you weren’t feeling well.”

“Not tonight. I mean, just in general. Do you ever want to hole up in bed for two weeks and not let me out?”

I felt him shifting on the bed, then draping himself over my still form, his lips going to the top of my head for a brief kiss. “That sounds like a kidnapping. If this is you somehow asking how much I want you, you’re being silly. I want you to the point of insanity. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you. Two weeks in bed? That’s nothing. I’d keep you in bed for the rest of our lives, if there were any feasible way to do that. And I don’t feel like I’ll ever get enough of you; I know that I won’t. Now what is this all about?”

“How come you’ve never even tried to…?” I couldn’t even finish the sentence, not even in the dark, when I’d already embarrassed myself.

“Tried to what? Lock you in my bedroom? Don’t think I won’t, boo, now that you just gave me your permission.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“No…that isn’t what I was going to say.” I shut my eyes tight, hating that I could never keep any stupid thing to myself. “I met this model tonight, and she said that you guys stayed in bed together for two weeks, and did everything . She said you couldn’t get enough of her.”

I felt him stiffen. “Sweetheart, I haven’t touch—“

“It was years ago, she said. She has red hair, freckles, and great legs. Do you remember her?”

“Is it good or bad that your description doesn’t even ring a bell?”

I didn’t know the answer to that. “I wasn’t fishing for information from her. We were just chatting and she came out with all of that, and then went into detail about all the crazy things you did to each other. It just got me thinking.”

“Uh-oh.”

I slapped his closest body part, the shoulder behind me. “And I started to wonder if you’ve been holding back on me, if there were other things you wanted to do, that you’ve done with other women.” I had a thought. “She said you had a threesome.”

He cursed. “We are not fucking doing that.”

“No, no, I wasn’t suggesting we do that. It just occurred to me that you’d been a lot more wild before me, and that you might get bored with how much your sex life has toned down in our relationship.”

His hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, and his voice when he spoke was cold. “You’re being ridiculous. It’s not the novelty of an act that makes a thing exciting, Danika, it’s the feeling behind it. I guarantee that if I had a threesome with some chick I don’t remember, it wasn’t because I couldn’t get enough of her.

You’re the only one I’ve felt like this with, and it’s the most exciting feeling in the world. Nothing has toned down for me. Just the opposite. You’re making it sound like it’s not wild enough for you . Tell me, what kind of things are you used to doing?” He’d really worked himself up by the last sentence.

I wondered briefly why I worried about being a jealous nutcase, when Tristan could always manage to top me. “Nothing. I’ve never been wild at all, and you know it.”

“I know it? You just basically told me that the best sex of my life has been toned down for you, so I’d really love to know what you think can top this. What did skinny jeans do for you that I haven’t?”

“Tristan, now you’re being silly. I wasn’t talking about me.”

“Weren’t you? What have I neglected, Danika? I won’t bring a third party into this, but you said you weren’t talking about that. So what is it? What’s the magic formula that equals a wild sex life? You think variety does that? Variety comes from boredom, and I will never fucking share you.”

He was getting angrier by the second.

“I don’t understand how this got so twisted,” I said quietly, honestly baffled. “Why are you so angry? And I never suggested anything about us sharing.”

“You brought up a fucking threesome to me! What am I supposed to think?”

“You’re the one that had a threesome. Quit turning everything around on me!”

“Do you have any idea how crazy you make me? And you call it fucking toned down ? Do you know how crazy that makes me?”

“That is not what I meant at all. Again, I wasn’t talking about me .”

“Well, I’m sure as hell not the one complaining about our sex life, now am I? The only complaint I have is that I’m out of town too much. So tell me, what is it that we haven’t done that makes you think our sex life is boring .”

I said, my voice stern, “I’m done talking about this. You’re getting too worked up.”

“Well, that still sounds like an improvement over toned down .”

He was pressing hard against me from behind now, obviously aroused. The hand on my hip went up to grab my breast.

“You’re impossible,” I told him.

He ignored that, inching my camisole up, caressing me, his mouth on my neck. “You make me insane, you know that? Here I am, thinking things couldn’t get any hotter between us, and you’re worried we aren’t wild enough together?” As he spoke, he was moving my panties aside, nudging hard at my entrance.

He plunged in, entering me fully, but then just stopping, holding himself there. “Tell me what we aren’t doing? What’s not enough for you here?” He moved inside of me slightly to illustrate his point.

When I didn’t answer, he pulled out almost completely, as though to punish me for my silence.

I bit my lip, reaching back to grip him in my hand. I shifted him, dragging his tip until it was poised at my other entrance.

“What the fuck ?” he growled into my ear. “This something you been wanting? Was this what you did with skinny jeans?”