Tryst Novels & Stories

One palm slid down and cupped my bare ass possessively, squeezing hard. “Fuck, Maya,” Tristan groaned low in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “Walking around the house like this… no panties, this pretty ass and cunt on full display. You trying to kill me, baby?” I whimpered, gripping the edge of the fridge as his fingers dipped between my thighs, stroking my already wet folds. “I missed you,” he rasped, voice thick with obsession. “Three fucking days without this tight little pussy. I’ve been hard just thinking about how you squirted on my tongue. How you cried when I first stretched you open.”

“It’s about keeping you safe.” That word hung between them. Kyra’s expression shifted—fear mixing with confusion. “What aren’t you telling me?” she whispered. Tristan stared at her for a long moment. Then, for the first time, he allowed the truth to surface. “He smells like trouble,” Tristan said quietly. “And trouble is the last thing I want anywhere near you.” Kyra went very still. And for the first time since Bryan had arrived, Tristan saw doubt flicker in her eyes. Good.

he said. Trix tilted her head at him and narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean,” she said defensively. Tristan rose to his feet and backed away slowly. He shrugged and folded his arms. “You know,” he said nervously scratching the back of his head. “You hang out with those misfits,” he said quietly refusing to meet her gaze. “Well those misfits are like family to me and I’d be much better of with them than you,” she said biting his head off.

"I'll come to your place later this evening, we can't do this now." "Promise?" "I promise," she said as she kissed him on the lips and hurried out of the room. **** Prisca was feeling uneasy in the seat of her car. The traffic jam got even tighter, she couldn't help but hit her fist against the steering wheel and say how screwed she was. Her phone started ringing. She was able to identify the caller through her car's infotainment system. It was Amanda, her stylist, and best friend. She picked up the call, wondering why she called earlier than she was supposed to.

I could detect the disappointment in his eyes, disappointed at me for not giving him what he deserved and perhaps a little disappointed at himself too for not possessing something that I could blindly trust him based on. My face evidently fell at his question, and I was disheartened to realise that I simply had no words to spare. There was no room of doubt about my love for him in my heart, but the same couldn’t be said for my trust in him. I didn’t love him because I trusted him with my whole heart. If anything, I will learn to trust him because I loved him with my whole heart.

Skating has made it so that I don’t really have time to think about boys, so they haven’t really been a problem. In fact, the closest I had come to having a crush on anyone had been when I’d gone through my BTS obsession a few summers ago. And Domitus was definitely experienced. He opens the door for me, and I get inside the car again. We’re silent again as we’re driving. “Um, thanks for dinner.” I don’t really know what else to say. Domitus nods. “You’re welcome.” When he starts driving again, he glances at me and says, “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

He paused, his eyes were interpreting many things I don't understand. "I was craving for your body and I made a bet that I'm going to sleep with you." He bit his lip. "But I'm regretting. Kira, I know the reasons why I did that to you was lame. I'm sorry, please forgive me." I laughed. Oh! An empty laughter. "Daniel, you really surprised me. You f*cking betrayed the trust I have for you as a friend." I poked him on his chest. "You were merciless when I begged for mercy. You were cold when I begged you softly.

he groaned, my name breaking from his lips like he couldn’t hold it back anymore. His voice was wrecked, strained with need, and the sound of it hit me hard. The way he moved, desperate and unsteady, like he was already losing himself. Like all he wanted was me. It sent something hot and wild twisting through my stomach. He was mine. All mine. I heard it before I saw it. That sharp, frustrated exhale from beside us. Trina. “I think you got your answer” I said without looking at her. “Whatever,” she scoffed, “This is pathetic.”