His

na's

Katya and Mrs Lucci shouting at

down for his afternoon nap only an hour ago

t of bed and trudged out of

were currently shouting at Tristan in our native tongue, a grou

een thrown, glass and bourbon

pissed a

time. At least I don't think so. But jus

stan couldn't see me. "You shouldn't be out h

every once in a while, I assume to make

ith Tristan?" I

n's drunk. And whenever he gets like t

her?" I

ow kind Katya and Mrs. Lucci are, I always j

cated relationship. Which Tristan will have to explain

ould I be

e eye contact

right now, you need to focus on

"Why can't one of you do it? Yo

just as something else went

inks he goes through three stages. Rage. Anguish . Lust. And since

hat o

he will experience next. But you better hope it's

g like Angel wasn't providin

e me a small smile, before shoving me back out into the sp

d on to me. I bit my lip. "Cazzo(Fuck)," I mumbl

s experiencing now, but I was

let it b

o time to react as he lifted me up and sl

down on my ass. He gave it a squeeze, my eyes wide and a blush of e

kill

here are yo

until we reached his room. He kicked open the door before shu

body came in contact with the firm

eyes that I realized which sta

st

Just

of his clothes, pieces of hi

ly the shade of dark brown as he saunte

up into a lopsided smirk, the m

m from doing whatever it is that filt

dn't

stan

l didn'

the bed, but he grabbed my ankles and

g up and down my thighs. I used my foot

rling down into a pout. "Come on bellissim

unk. And I'm n

acing. Gliding his hands up my arms, he to

turned the other cheek. He pushed his head into the cr

inst the heat pooling in between my legs. I was trying so h

d his face with my hand. "Your breath sti

getting me out of my clothes. I grabbed his

when he began blowing air on

mmed. "Say m

shower. Prefera

go take a shower." Taking my hand, he ignores my protest an

rneath the rain of warm water, even though I kept

cking to my skin, my nipples peeking

me. Dipping his head, he licks my nipple throug

ing, my nipples were sensitive

ckering over my pe

o dirty

act, I wanted more. I wanted more than what he was giving me, but kne

eyes. "Tristan, we can't do this. You're drunk." And even

sn't need. I'm not staying here. I don't belong here

i. My neighbor knows I work all day, so she usua

t alone for more than a few hours. Though I haven't be

egged softly. "You don't know how

sion. My mind is telling me to care for him while he's inebriated. While my b

t doesn't help that he's stand

maneuver us around. Pushing him gently, he leans again

y not to look at the erection resting against his thigh in his underwea

t, he groans lowly, the sound reverberating th

quat down to work on his lower. My eye

el him between my fingers

yes filled with a desi

ook at me like that

e wh

fore disappearing back in my mouth. I til

nk and half sober, his eyes still burni

tracing over my parted lips as he says,

cause I do

's stopp

ea

ause he

in his eyes that I

I haven't felt the touch of a man in so long. And I couldn't

so tempted to take his cock into my mouth. I alm

re you thinking

s d

an infant t

g in the end. Standing up, I rinse him

had bathed him, I'm back on my

ry pair of boxers from out of his dresser,

kly covering her eyes. "

defend, even though I know there's no

ith her son's dick in my mouth. When real

ust came to check up on you two, but I can see that you're busy." Flustered, Mrs. Lucci

e towel. "What the hell, Trista

me and his poor mother for life. "I like seei

way from him, just as flu

ment. I should just jump out the window and end it all. That wa