Title: The Bedroom
Author: Ashley
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls…I wish I owned the characters but I don't sadly
Rating: M
Summary: Tristan pays Rory a little surprise
The Bedroom
Rory Gilmore silently sighed; surveying the extensive dining hall, she rubbed her sore neck as she sat at her grandparent's dining table and tightly crossed her legs underneath her.
Feeling her nerves get the better of her, she took a small bite of her overly done eggs.
Rolling her eyes as she sighed, she listened to her grandmother yell at the housekeeper upstairs, over…
She couldn't even keep track anymore.
What was the housekeeper's name again?
Fran?
Silvia?
Stephanie?
Taking a sip of her freshly squeezed orange juice, she thought about how there was a new housekeeper every two weeks – a month if they were lucky.
It was always the same story…
Either they were too slow or too incompetent, never satisfying the needs of her overbearing grandmother.
The grand silver grandfather clock, which had gold designs carved on the top, chimed noon, breaking her out of her thoughts. She noted that she only had two hours to go until Tristan would be expecting her.
It was Saturday and they had both agreed they would meet today at two o'clock at his house for a study session. However… if Tristan had his way, they would be studying Chemistry…
Tristan DuGrey style.
Not being able to eat one more bite, she stood. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes as she wiped the edges of her mouth with her napkin, she hissed at the sudden pain in her shoulder and then made her way up the grand staircase to take a hot shower before she left.
She had to laugh at how eager her grandparents were when they heard that she was going to be tutoring Tristan DuGrey.
When first approaching her grandparents, she held her breath anticipating what their reaction would be when she told them that she wouldn't be spending the day with them.
Just as she expected they were furious, saying that she had made a commitment to them and was expected to keep it.
However, as soon as she mentioned the reasoning behind it, her grandparents instantly apologized, saying that she wouldn't want to seem rude and abandon a friend in a time of need.
It shouldn't have surprised her though.
No matter how strict her grandparents were about keeping appointments, exceptions were made for the right circumstances.
Tristan was a DuGrey. Son of Aiden DuGrey.
That last name held up an exceptional amount respect in her grandparent's world of riches and jewels.
Not like Dean.
Dean.
Pushing open the oak bathroom door, she entered the spacious bathroom; remembering the night she brought him over to dinner.
Disaster didn't even begin to cover it.
People like Dean did not satisfy her highly critical grandparent's expectations. To them, he wasn't suitable enough to even be considered a respectable boyfriend.
He wasn't rich, and he didn't grow up going to boarding schools and she guessed that was part of the appeal. Upon meeting him, she was immediately attracted to the fact that he was the complete opposite of the type of guys she was expected to be with.
Status didn't matter to her.
She loved Dean – simple as that.
That is why, when Tristan dropped her off at home, she went to Doose's with every intention of breaking up with him.
However, when the time came she just…
Couldn't.
As soon as he saw her, he brought her into his arms and proceeded to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek and kissing her, caressing her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.
That brought her back to reality quicker than a bucket of ice being dumped on her.
She was with a guy that cared for her so deeply and she was actually willing to break up with him for a guy that had never been in a serious relationship.
He was Tristan DuGrey – sex god, player extraordinaire…
He was the king of Chilton.
No one got that title from being a straight A student and being in a committed relationship.
Did he even want to be with her?
It was true that he showed interest in her sexually but sex was something Tristan DuGrey did.
She knew she couldn't be with a person like that.
However, after she pulled the shower curtain back before setting the water to the temperature that she liked, she stripped down to nothing, revealing her pale porcelain skin.
She gasped and her eyes widened at the sight of her neck.
Two marks were visible at the base of her neck, both a deep shade of purple with a hint of blue.
The two marks claiming her to him.
She thanked god that she decided to wear her blue turtleneck today, not wanting to face the endless questioning from her grandmother.
She felt a pull at her core as she tilted her neck to the side and caressed the marks, thinking back on how they got there. She took a deep sharp breath, closing her eyes and remembering the feel of his tongue dancing on her neck; sucking and licking as a vampire would.
It was said that, if a vampire sucked on a woman's neck, sucking enough blood to the point where it weakened, but not kill the victim, then a blood bond would be formed. They said they were forever connected, always feeling what each other were feeling, never being able to take another partner, the thought making them physically ill.
Stepping into the hot shower, the steam hit her delicate skin causing goose bumps to form throughout her body. She moaned in pleasure as she set the showerhead to jet mode, the pressure instantly easing the aches and pains throughout her body.
Rubbing her neck, she knew the cause of it was because she had never experienced extreme pleasure before. After a week of being bent and twisted in various directions, she was surprised she was able to move at all.
Grabbing for her shampoo, she put a dollop in her palm and began lathering it throughout her wet curls before tilting her head back, letting the water wash away the fruit smelling shampoo.
Squeezing her hair, she wondered how Tristan was going to react when she told him that she never broke up with Dean.
Was he going to be furious?
She knew she shouldn't care what he thought but they had a whole weekend of studying ahead of them and she didn't want things to be awkward.
Finishing up, she shut the water off, turning the knob tightly to the left before pulling back the curtain and reaching for her baby blue colored towel.
She wiped the steam off the mirror after putting the towel around her petite body, forming a knot just above her small but supple breasts.
Glancing at the black clock that her grandparents kept in their bathroom, she was surprised to note that the time now was 1:00.
Was she really in there for that long?
Pulling her hair back to the right side of her neck, she opened the door that connected to her room, knowing that she had to start getting ready if she was going to make it to Tristan's house in time.
Walking in, she made her way to her closet, mentally planning on wearing her black flares and dark blue top that dipped low enough to show some cleavage but was still considered respectable when cool air from the outside hit her skin making her shiver slightly.
She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering why her window was open and then her heart stopped. Her eyes widened in shock upon seeing Tristan lying down on her bed, his right arm behind his neck as he read a magazine.
Feeling her gaze, he put the magazine down. The smirk he was wearing quickly faded as his blue azure eyes gazed upon Rory's half-naked body, an uncontrollable desire growing within him.
"Tristan…" Rory began, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and consciously tightening her hold on her towel as his blue eyes, full of desire, took in her appearance.
She squirmed under his gaze biting her bottom lip, waiting for him to say something.
"How did you…" she tried again, the words escaping her as she watched him lick his lips.
Tristan felt like he was going to cream in his pants, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath his brain attempted to process the wet vision of beauty in front of him.
This was not what he was expecting.
After their tryst in the library he wasn't able to get Rory off his mind. He often found himself twisting and turning in his bed, breaking out into a cold sweat, hearing her whimpers, and moans in his head.
He knew he had gone completely insane when he thought he saw her standing at the foot of his bed with nothing but her panties on, enticing him, torturing him to come and ravage her
He wanted her…
Needed her…
He just couldn't wait.
So he found his way into her room, immediately knowing it was hers when he saw the N'Sync and Backstreet posters, and proceeded to make himself comfortable until she made her appearance.
What he wasn't expecting was Rory Gilmore, the girl of his dreams, to enter the room with nothing but a towel on.
Sitting up and letting the magazine fall to his side, he felt his cock twitch, feeling in awe as his black filled eyes glazed over at her appearance.
Her skin was moist and her flesh turned a slight pink color as the cool air came in from the window. Her hair was damp, showing off her natural curls as it lay flowing over her shoulders, rising and falling at the rugged sound of her breath.
Parting his lips, he bit back the urge to growl, feeling electricity flowing through his blood as his heart sped up, his gaze falling on her moist lips.
She was so beautiful.
Licking his lips, he could almost taste the sweet mixture of strawberry and vanilla swirling inside of his mouth and his body tingled with desire. He desperately wanted to capture them in between his own, sucking and biting them until they became plump, making sure they were fully tended to.
With bated breath, he gazed at her body and he knew that he wanted to worship her, making her succumb to her every want and desire. Rory watched with interest as he stood, narrowing his twinkling eyes, and she felt the heat rising in her as his knees buckled beneath him.
This is what Rory Gilmore subjected him to.
She was the only woman to ever make him feel this out of control.
He wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her.
To possess her.
To take her over so completely that she could never think about kissing any another man but him.
Taking a deep rugged breath, he stopped close, his body so close nothing would be able to fit between them, his hot breath playing against her face.
Rory sighed deeply, feeling his hot breath against her skin. She felt a shiver go down her spine causing goose bumps to form at the sudden heat hitting her skin.
She closed her eyes as she felt his long skilled fingers entangle themselves in her silken brown locks, caressing them as he placed them behind her ear.
Noticing his bites on her neck, he brought his cool hand to them, caressing the black and blue marks, suddenly feeling guilty about marking her like that.
However, the animal in him felt triumph at marking his territory by sinking his teeth into her luscious skin.
She was his.
He could feel her in his blood. He had never felt like this before. Every other girl was a conquest… someone to use and then throw away when he was done.
Rory was different.
He had claimed her.
He had fucked her so hard and good that she was screaming his name.
However, even after tasting her – even after claiming her – his body still wanted more.
Taking a deep breath, he brought his cool hands to her wrists, slowly making his way up her moist arms, wiping off every drop of water until he reached her neck.
Rory inwardly groaned feeling his cool touch, her pussy instantly pooled with pre-cum. So many thoughts were running through her mind.
How did he get inside?
Why was he here?
However, all coherent thoughts left her at the feel of his hands.
She knew that she needed him to stop touching her before things got out of control. She was still with Dean, and letting Tristan touch, caress and take her would be wrong.
Feeling his hands move to the knot of her towel she found her voice, and placed her hands over his. "Tristan I…" she began, her throat muscles clenching, as she lifted her heavy gaze to his heated eyes, locking them in place with his. She bit her lip, watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing became more rugged. "I still haven't…" she paused again, taking a breath… "I…"
Watching her bite her bottom lip, she could barely look at him.
"What is it Rory?" he asked huskily, tilting her head up to look at him.
She grimaced, glancing at the worry in his eyes. She suddenly felt guilty.
She glanced at his built arms, her breathing increasing at the define shape showing through his blue short sleeved shirt, where a definite shape showed. She wondered how he kept his body looking god like. She knew he never worked out but guessed he found other ways of keeping in shape.
She loved the color blue on him. It really let out the color of his eyes, making them look that much more enticing. She set her eyes on his jaw and felt a twinge at the tightness of it. Every part of him was perfect and all she wanted was to be devoured by him but she knew…
This was wrong.
"Dean," she whispered, looking around guiltily.
Tristan's body tensed at her words, shooting her a disbelieving look as his body filled with anger.
She still hadn't broken up with that fucking loser yet?
She was his.
Did she get that?
What was it about Bag Boy that kept her from leaving him?
"You are mine!" he whispered, his voice dangerously low as he brought his thumb over her strawberry lips.
Lifting his hands, her body immediately missed his warm touch until she felt his hand against her flushed cheek. He blinked once before inching forward and capturing her heavenly lips in between his own, kissing her long and hard.
He couldn't even describe the feelings swirling inside of him. Just the mere touch of their lips connecting sparked electricity between them.
"You are mine!" he repeated, before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, plundering her addictive taste.
She moaned at his possessive words. She knew she should be furious at him for thinking he could control her but as her hormones heightened everything seemed to fade away.
Hearing her moan he brought his hands back up to undo her knot. He felt her stop him as she pulled back from the heated kiss.
"Rory what are you…" he began with a gasp, wanting to taste her more, but felt his body go still as her heated gaze went from his eyes to his belt in a second flat.
"Rory," he tried again, at the sound of his belt unbuckling.
Sighing softly, she took the belt and unhooked it fully from his waist, tossing it to the ground with a thud.
With his dark eyes on her, he watched mesmerized as she unsnapped the button and finally unzipped his zipper, bringing his pants down along with his boxers releasing his long hard member.
His eyes snapped shut and he tilted his head back in a gasp when he felt her petite hand wrap around his penis. "God Rory…what are you doing?"
With a deep breath, she pushed him backwards until his knees hit her bed, forcing him to sit. Taking a deep breath and gathering up courage, she bent down on her knees letting her towel fall away revealing her pale body.
Her nipples puckered at the cool air, causing her hormones to intensify. She wanted to do this for him. Gazing down at his hard, erect cock, she knew she wanted to pleasure him.
Tristan watched with bated breath as Rory – with her breasts hanging – push her body forward, her head leaning down to take his throbbing cock into her mouth when she felt him stop her, his blazing eyes staring into her own with a look of desire.
"I promised to break up with Dean and I didn't," she explained, running her thumb over the tip of his cock. She smiled hearing him hiss. "Plus," she continued, smiling with mischief. "You're the one always making me feel good, and," she added with a shrug. "I just want to do something for you."
"Have you ever…" he trailed off hesitantly.
She shook her head. "No…" she whispered. "If you don't want me to…" she started nervously, afraid of rejection.
"No!" he quickly let out. "No…I definitely want you to. It's just…"
"Just what?"
He sighed. "I don't want you to feel like you have to."
She shook her head. "I want to," she answered swallowing. "I just want to make you feel good."
He looked at her amazed by the vision in front of him. Most girls he had been with were never willing to give him a blowjob but here Rory was, wanting to without reservations.
He felt like he was falling for her more and more each day. "Believe me, Mary," he admittedly began, "Just holding you can get me off."
Rory flushed at the honesty in his words. Hearing them made her nerves subside a bit, making her want to please him even more. Dean had never said something like that to her before. Without responding, she brought her head down, her tongue coming down to his tip, almost like she was experimenting with the taste of him.
Tristan hissed as he squirted out a bit of pre-cum. Rory tasted him and was immediately intoxicated. He watched her lick her lips, swallowing him so completely.
Needing more, she captured him in her mouth, making sure to massage him with her left hand at the base of his dick.
Tristan gritted his teeth. Throwing his head back with a breathy moan, his hands moved into her hair massaging it, entangling his fingers in her hair.
Taking that as a sign to continue, she began bobbing her head up and down, her breasts hitting against his knees, making sure to lick him on every stroke. His hips thrust upwards, rocking them back and forth in time with her mouth.
"Fuck Rory," he gasped in between moans and silent curses she couldn't quite make out.
This was the best thing he ever had his penis in aside from actually being inside her.
Being the player he was, he had been inside many different girls and their mouths…
But nothing felt as good as being wrapped around Rory, whether it was in her mouth or actually being inside of her.
Her head moved in time with her hand and she moaned every time he thrust up into her. Her hair fell around his knees like leaves flowing in the wind. She felt empowered at every gasp, every moan, every little move that he was making. She couldn't believe that she, Rory Gilmore, was subjecting him to this.
She never thought she could pleasure a man like this.
With Dean, she had thought about it, but always felt too shy and nervous. However, doing this to Tristan felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Tristan felt his stomach tightening, but he was worried about exploding into her mouth.
What he really wanted was to explode inside her again. That is where he belonged.
He told her last time they were together that he wasn't going to be inside her until she broke it off with Dean, but maybe, just maybe, devouring her again would show her once and for all…
She was his.
"Rory," he gasped, pulling her back, hissing as he pulled out of her mouth, forcing her to look at him.
"What?" she asked biting her lip "Am I doing it wrong?" she nervously asked.
"No! Just…" he gasped.
She thought she was doing it wrong. He didn't know what shit Bag Boy was feeding her, but Rory was definitely a gift from the heavens.
Watching her lower her gaze he couldn't hold back. "Fuck I need to be inside of you."
Rory gasped as he grabbed her arm, pulling her up and bringing her legs around him forcing her to straddle him.
His penis was at the tip of her pussy, grinding into her, showing her what she did to him. He gave a breathy smile before lowering his head her right nipple, his hands on her back holding her close as he brought it between his teeth sucking on it, making it plump and hard.
Rory threw her head back, her hands going through his hair, pushing his head forward to get more friction.
Knowing, they were both going to lose control he knew he couldn't wait long. He lifted her hips up and aligned himself with her center. With a growl he forced her to look at him, making sure she understood what he was about to say.
"Break up with Dean!" he commanded, keeping her hips in place as she tried to ease down.
He wasn't going to let her come until she agreed.
"Break up with Dean!" he demanded even louder as he felt his body losing control.
All Rory could do was nod. She would agree to anything just so she could feel him inside her.
Satisfied that she understood, he guided her moist throbbing pussy down his throbbing cock, gasping in pleasure.
"Fuck Rory," he swore, as she instantly went to work gripping her shoulders for balance.
Up.
Down.
Harder.
Faster.
This was Heaven.
Dean didn't even come close.
Feeling their end, he clamped his hand behind her head and brought her down into a heated kiss in order to swallow her gasps.
Bringing her head down to his shoulder as she rode out her ecstasy, white bright lights flashed in front of her face. Her heart stopped upon hearing footsteps outside her door.
Her eyes widened as she looked at him with worry. She stood, cursing at the loss of his warmth. She wrapped her towel around herself as he quickly went for his clothes.
"Looks like we're always racing against time," he joked.
She shushed him as she chuckled and signaled for him to be quiet.
Getting fully dressed, he brought her in for one more kiss before pulling away and racing to the window. "Meet me outside in ten minutes."
Rory simply nodded, shooing him away. She watched him scale down the house and when she felt like the coast was clear she jogged to the door and opened it.
"For heaven's sake child, you are supposed to be over at the DuGrey's in less than fifteen minutes," Emily Gilmore raved upon seeing Rory in only a towel. "What have you been doing all this time?"
Rory slightly blushed at her words. "I'm sorry grandma, I wasn't feeling well and I'm just now starting to feel better," she lied, hoping Emily believed her.
"Well, hurry up then. You don't want to be late."
Exasperated, Emily turned to leave while Rory closed the door. Leaning up against it, she attempted to get her breathing under control.
What had she gotten herself into?