8. Tripp
Chapter 8
Tripp
Since it was already dark, we decided to hunker down for the night rather than drive the four and a half hours to Abbyville, where the rodeo team was stationed for the weekend.
Stopping at the first motel we came across, I paid in cash for the night and retrieved Penny from the truck. Fitting the key in the lock of our assigned room, I pushed the door open before hoisting Penny into my arms, smiling at her delighted squeal as I stepped across the threshold.
She toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Look at you being all romantic.”
Stealing a quick kiss, I replied, “It’s tradition.”
When I set her down and got a good look at the space, I groaned.
Penny smoothed her thumbs over the corners of my lips, which had turned down in a frown. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head in disgust. The shame of having failed her on our first night married settled like a rock in my gut. “You deserve so much better than this dingy motel room on your wedding night.”
Her palms cupped my cheeks, keeping my gaze locked on her. “You think I care about what the room looks like?”
“Penny,” I said her name on a sigh. “I wish I could give you more.”
“You listen to me right now, Tripp Sullivan.” Her voice took on a commanding tone. “You’ve given me everything. Where we spend tonight doesn’t matter. So long as I have you.”
Grunting, I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to argue the point further—even though I disagreed—and ruin our evening.
“Now, if that’s settled . . .” It wasn’t, but my hands were tied; we were hundreds of miles from a city with nicer lodging. “I need to tell you a secret.”
I reared back, and her hands fell away from my face, coming to rest on my shoulders. “I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other.”
“Minus the one where we both hid our feelings from each other for our whole lives.”
“Right. Minus that one,” I agreed.
Penny’s eyes sparkled as she teased, “That was kind of a big one.”
I blew out a heavy breath. “Yeah, I know.”
“Could’ve saved us a ton of time getting to this point,” she pressed.
The thread on my patience snapped. “You gonna tell me this secret or what?”
Flashing me a wicked grin, she rose on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, “I’ve always fantasized about riding a certain cowboy.”
Her breathy voice, along with the picture her words painted, had my cock thickening, pressing painfully against my fly, and I couldn’t stifle a groan.
“Oops. I think I woke up your friend.” Her lower lip was pinned beneath her teeth when she pulled back to gauge my reaction .
My chest heaved as her hand plucked the hat from my head to situate it atop hers. You didn’t grow up in the country and not know the rules regarding a cowboy’s hat. My girl knew exactly what she was doing. And it was threatening all my self-control.
“Is that what you want, Lucky?” I rasped.
Eyes bright, she nodded.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’ve never been able to say no to you.”
Her hungry gaze flared, and she licked her lips. “Then say you’re okay with not going slow the first time because I can’t wait any longer to have you inside me.”
Jesus, my legs nearly gave out, and my cock wept, imagining the rough ride she had planned. I’d had the pleasure of watching her on horseback hundreds of times and knew how fluidly her hips moved while her steed galloped across the open range.
“Okay,” I croaked out, giving her permission to have her wicked way with me.
Small hands slid beneath my suit jacket, shoving it off my shoulders. Then she worked the buttons of my dress shirt, tossing that aside as well. While she focused on undoing my pants, I kicked off my boots. Seconds later, the material of my slacks pooled at my ankles, leaving me wearing only my briefs.
My eyes slammed shut, and a throaty groan was ripped from my chest when she palmed my hard dick through the thin cotton.
Penny hummed, her fingers flexing around my length. “Definitely not little.”
Swallowing roughly, I forced my heavy eyelids to lift. “You’re killing me, Pen.”
The vixen I married granted me no mercy, dipping beneath the waistband of my briefs and circling her fingers around my shaft. The skin-to-skin contact had me ready to explode, and any blood left in my brain went into trying to keep from embarrassing myself. I wanted to make this good for her, and that wouldn’t happen if I spilled into her hand after only a few strokes.
Her tugs were firm, stirring a pleasure that streaked through my blood like lightning. It felt so incredible that a dark part of my brain taunted me with promises that it would be downright euphoric to let her throw me over the edge, to come from a touch that wasn’t my own for the first time.
With a willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I managed to grab her wrist and halt her movements before I reached the point of no return.
Our breathy pants mingled in the heated air, and when Penny stared up at me, the most stunning shade of pink colored the apples of her cheeks as her lips pursed into a pout.
Shaking my head, I chided, “You keep going, and this’ll be over before it even begins.”
She didn’t argue or sass me like I would have expected, but a mischievous twinkle entered her green eyes. Without warning, cool air rushed over my heated skin as my underwear was tugged down my legs, my cock brushing my stomach as it bobbed free.
Penny sucked in a sharp breath, her gaze firmly rooted on my eager erection.
“Holy hell, are you fucking kidding me right now?”
The lust burning through my veins cooled as panic took its place. “What’s wrong?”
She let out a huff of disbelief before lifting her eyes to meet mine. “I’m gonna need a minute to come to terms with the fact that I could’ve had that ”—she shot a pointed look toward my throbbing dick—“this whole time if I hadn’t been so damn stubborn and afraid of wrecking our friendship.” Penny hummed in appreciation. “I mean, look at this thing. It’s thick, long, and that natural upward curve?” A lewd moan sounded as her lashes fluttered closed. “Damn, that’s gonna hit the perfect spot every time.”
From a young age, I realized that pleasing Penny was my mission in life. When she was happy, it settled something in my soul, so I’d always strived to keep her content. Though I might not have control over the size or shape of the particular part of my anatomy she was most enamored with in this moment, my chest puffed with pride, nonetheless.
When her eyes opened, they were nearly black, the pupils blown so wide that only the tiniest hint of green remained visible. “Get on the bed, Tripp.”
My eyebrows lifted at her softly issued command, but instead of obeying—which was my natural inclination when it came to this woman—I pinched the fabric of her dress. “This comin’ off?”
A sharp snap rang out in the small room. “Bed. Now.”
Feet moving automatically, I moved backward until my knees bumped into the mattress, and I sat down.
There was no point in pretending she wasn’t the one in charge of this dynamic. And she knew it too. Growing up, there wasn’t a single time when she’d said jump that I hadn’t asked how high. Hell, we wouldn’t be married right now if it hadn’t been her idea. Not that I was complaining, because following this woman to the ends of the earth was my definition of heaven.
A smirk hitched up the corner of her plush lips, and satisfaction coursed through me, knowing I’d put it there with my obedience.
“You’re worried about the dress, baby?” She batted those thick lashes at me. “Well, let me set your mind at ease, then.” Her fingers moved to the zipper beneath her armpit, and she tugged it low enough that the fabric fell away.
My mouth went dry when the sheer white lace corset and matching panties she wore underneath were revealed. God, she was a vision—creamy skin wrapped in sexy lingerie, the only pop of color being her embroidered boots and my hat.
“Get a good look now, cowboy, because I’m gonna fuck you wearing nothing but your hat.”
That had my cock leaking, and my hand twitched, rising from where my fingers were curled into the edge of the mattress to ease the ache. But halfway there, I paused, eyes lifting to the temptress who held my life—my pleasure—in her dainty hands.
We didn’t need words to communicate. Her slight nod was enough permission to have me gripping my rock-hard length, and I groaned at the surge of relief.
Penny’s eyes never left mine as she deftly unhooked the closures holding the corset together down the front. It was like all of my birthdays and Christmases rolled into one, watching the woman I loved literally unwrap herself as my greatest gift.
When she pulled the lace away from her chest, I about damn near swallowed my tongue. Her full breasts bounced free, the pink-tipped nipples making my mouth water. But it was the silver bars pierced through them that had my hips lifting off the bed, thrusting my cock into my hand.
“Fuck.”
My girl hummed as she peered at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You like them?” She didn’t wait for my response before both hands cupped her breasts, and she rolled those piercings between her fingers, head dropping back on a moan. “Because I do.”
Clearing my throat prior to replying was pointless because my voice still came out as though it had been dragged over gravel. “Yeah. ”
“Good.” Her breathy voice was filled with satisfaction, and my insides coiled tighter.
When she dropped to her knees, my brows drew down. I might not have experience, but I knew this wouldn’t work if we remained on opposite ends of the room.
Then Penny rummaged through my pants, pulling out my wallet and opening it.
Cocking my head to the side, I remarked, “Doesn’t make much sense to rob me now that half of everything I own is yours.”
She ignored me, continuing to rifle through it, a look of determination etched across her features.
“Tell me what you’re lookin’ for. Maybe I can help you find it,” I offered.
“Condom,” she muttered on a frustrated breath.
My cringe was audible. “Yeah, about that . . .” Penny paused her search to peek up at me. “Don’t have one.”
A wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. “How’s that possible? Don’t all guys have one stashed for emergencies in their wallet?”
This was my moment of truth. “Sure. Guys who are having sex.”
“Guys who are having . . .” Her words trailed off, and then her mouth dropped open as my meaning sunk in. “You’re saying you haven’t . . .” Her voice rose in disbelief. “Never?”
“Never,” I confirmed.
“Oh wow.” The words rushed out on an exhale. “Were you, um, saving yourself for marriage?”
I shook my head before admitting, “No, Lucky. I was saving myself for you.”
Green eyes went comically large. “But, I was—I mean, what if I had—”
She might be struggling to put her thoughts into words, but I knew exactly what she was thinking. What if she had married Jake today instead of me? Would I have remained celibate once the only woman I wanted to be intimate with belonged to another man? I didn’t have the answers to those questions.
“The what-ifs don’t matter anymore, Penny. Because you’re here with me now. You’re my wife.”
My rough claim brought a soft smile to her lips, and she nodded. “You’re right.” Then she took a deep breath. “All right. So, no condom.”
It might be inappropriate—I wasn’t really sure, given I’d never been in this spot with a woman before—but I asked, “You’re not on birth control?”
Penny’s cheeks turned dark red, and she dropped her eyes to the floor where her boots toed the ground. “I got off it a few weeks ago.”
“A few weeks ago,” I repeated.
It didn’t take a genius to sort out that she’d been planning on getting pregnant with his baby right after the wedding. Fuck, it was a miracle my hard-on didn’t die at the thought.
“Tripp.” My name came out as a desperate plea that had my body going rigid, my brain already working overtime to find ways to fix this, to set her mind at ease.
I’d meant it when I said that none of it mattered anymore now that she was with me.
“It’s okay,” I assured her calmly.
Wringing her hands, she rushed to explain, “The clock was ticking, and I was already late to the game. Everyone my age in town already has kids, and I worried—”
I was off the bed in a flash, my hands cupping her cheeks so she couldn’t look away. “You’re not late for a damn thing, you hear? You’re right on time. If you want a baby, I’m the one who’s gonna give it to you. ”
Penny’s breathing hitched, and a shudder ran through her body. Yeah, she liked that idea, and I’d be lying if the thought of planting my seed and watching it grow didn’t have my balls tightening, wanting to bring that vision to life.
“That what you want?” My thumbs caressed her soft skin.
Suddenly, her whole demeanor changed. Any trace of uncertainty vanished, replaced with fierce determination and heat flaring to life in her eyes.
With two hands, she shoved at my chest. I stepped back willingly, hers to command.
Arching an eyebrow, she took charge. “I don’t remember telling you to leave the bed.”
A smile tugged onto my lips, and my ass dropped to the mattress.
Flicking her wrist, she directed my movements. “All the way on.”
“Yes, ma’am.” While I centered myself atop the queen-sized bed, Penny pulled off her boots and slid the scrap of lace covering her mound down her thighs.
The last time I’d seen Penny naked, she’d been passed out drunk. I hadn’t allowed my gaze to roam, putting my blinders on and cleansing her with efficiency before dressing her and tucking her into bed.
Now, she was very much awake and prowling toward me with a hungry gleam in her eye, and I was able to fully appreciate every bared inch of skin. She was flawless, and my palms itched to map out each peak and valley before returning to relearn those same curves with my mouth.
Her knee caught on the edge of the mattress, and she climbed atop it, crawling over my prone form. Penny settled her weight atop my lower abdomen in a way that had my hard cock nestled against the rounded peach of her ass.
“Let me touch you,” I begged when she planted her hands beside my head and brushed her lips against mine .
Her teeth sank into my lower lip and tugged, forcing my fists to clench by my sides to keep from grabbing her without permission. I could only imagine how she’d punish me if I disobeyed her a second time in such a short span of time.
“Please,” I rasped when she released her newest chew toy.
“Here’s how this is gonna work, cowboy.” Fuck, I could come from her sultry tone alone. “You put your hands where I tell you to. And if you follow directions like a good boy, I might just let you put a baby in me tonight.”
Head tossed back, I couldn’t suppress a moan. Was she trying to kill me?
A slickness spread across my abs beneath where Penny’s hips writhed over the firm muscle.
“I need to put my hands on you,” I gritted out. “Tell me where.”
Her husky laughter fanned over my flesh as she kissed a path along my stubbled jaw and down my neck. “Play with my tits while I get ready to sit on your cock.”
Relief washed over me when my rough hands made contact with the smooth skin of her breasts. Penny leaned into my touch, her neck arching as I plucked at her nipples, using my thumbs to toy with the metal piercings.
“Yes,” she hissed before instructing, “Pull at them harder.”
Immediately, I tightened my grip, pinching those stiff peaks until she cried out above me.
Any fear that I might be hurting her vanished when she placed her hands atop mine, forcing me to squeeze those ripe globes, her moans cutting through my hazy hearing.
“Feels so good. Keep going.”
She pushed against my chest until she was seated upright, and my arms extended to keep my hold on her breasts and continue to grope her the way she liked.
Focused on the task she’d given me, I was caught by surprise when her fingers circled my shaft. A guttural groan was torn from my chest when she gave a single firm pump before wetness coated my dick.
My gaze dipped to find Penny’s hips hovering over mine as she dragged my cock through her dripping slit. When she caught me looking, she flashed me a sexy smirk, explaining, “Gotta get you nice and wet first, so you slide right in. Trust me on this.”
Not like she gave me much choice. I was wholly at her mercy, and happily so.
I couldn’t look away from the erotic display between her thighs. Her pink pussy parted around the head of my cock as she swiped it through her folds over and over until her arousal dripped down my shaft and onto my balls. The heat radiating from her core threatened my self-control to the point where I knew I would be a goner the minute our bodies merged.
“You ready, baby?” Penny notched my dick at her waiting entrance.
My reply came out hoarse. “Been waiting for this my whole life.”
Her lust-clouded eyes landed on my face. “Me too.” Those words had barely left her lips before she sank down and blistering heat engulfed my cock.
A curse sounded—pretty sure it came from me, but I couldn’t be sure with the blood roaring in my ears—and my toes curled as white-hot pleasure burst through my nerve endings.
With my eyes sealed shut, my lungs heaved as I tried my damnedest to keep from exploding into her tight pussy. Like its owner, it had me gripped in a chokehold, stealing my breath away .
“Eyes on me.” Penny’s voice sounded as if it was at the far end of a tunnel.
Panting, I breathed out, “Can’t.”
Her inner walls clenched around my cock, squeezing it tighter and causing a strangled cry to get caught in the back of my throat.
“I don’t remember giving you an option.”
Fuck, it was sexy as hell that she owned her power over me.
“Open.”
Even though the command was firm, it was uttered breathlessly. This was affecting her too. And that was all the motivation I needed to force my eyes open. I wanted to see her reaction to having our bodies joined for the first time.
I thought I was ready. But nothing could have prepared me for the stunning sight of my wife seated atop me, my dick buried deep inside her pulsing pussy. The dim light of the room cast shadows over her perfect curves, caressing her in ways my fingers yearned to mimic. There was a rosy glow to her skin, the heat of our connection having risen to the surface, and beads of sweat dotted the creamy expanse of it.
Though it was those green eyes that held me most captive, and I found myself unable to tear my gaze away.
“God, you’re such a good boy, Tripp,” Penny praised as she shifted back and forth over my lap, sending brilliant bolts of ecstasy streaking through my bloodstream. “I love how big you are.” Her head tipped back on a moan, sending my hat tumbling to the mattress. “Can you feel how I’m stretched around you?”
Jaw locked tight against the waves of pleasure threatening to drag me under, I forced out through gritted teeth, “Yeah, I fucking feel it.”
She did the squeezing thing again, and I grunted, teetering on the edge of release .
“Cut the attitude,” she snapped sharply.
Being inside her was heaven and hell at the same time. There weren’t words to describe the pure bliss of her silken walls wrapped around me, but the urge to move, to create friction, grew overwhelming. It was a double-edged sword; remaining motionless was pure torture, but if I gave in to my body’s demands, this would be over too soon—within seconds, I feared.
“Deep breaths,” Penny coached. “You’re fine.”
That was the problem. I was too fine. I was fucking fantastic, ready to blow. Couldn’t she see that?
Nostrils flaring, I tensed every muscle I possessed to hold onto the reins of my restraint because they were slipping fast.
“I’m gonna take what I want from you, understand?” That siren lifted until only the head of my cock remained inside her before she slammed back down. “And you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?”
Beyond words, I could only groan in response as she rose above me, only to sink down again. Every roll of her hips had fire licking up my spine.
“My greedy pussy needs your cum, Tripp, so I’m going to ride you until you have no other choice but to fill me up.”
My eyes widened.
Where the hell did she learn how to talk like that?
“I’m gonna hold it inside me for days.” Her hands came up to play with her breasts. “A piece of my heart breaking when the last drop leaks out. But you won’t let that happen, will you, baby? You’ll keep pumping me full, so I never have to suffer through the feeling of emptiness.”
She picked up the pace, and I cursed under my breath when my balls drew tight in warning.
“Slow down,” I panted. “Not gonna last.”
The smirk she flashed me was pure evil. “That’s the point. ”
“Need to make it feel good for you too.” There was every possibility those words came out jumbled because the woman’s pussy was frying my brain.
Not slowing the steady rhythm of her hips as she bounced on my cock, Penny reached down to grab my left hand, bringing it to rest over her sternum where the fluttering of her rapidly beating heart could be felt beneath.
“See this ring?” My gaze zeroed in on the gold band encircling my fourth finger. “It means we can do this as many times as we want.” I swallowed roughly; the promise of forever wasn’t helping to cool my heated blood. “Your first time was always going to be quick. But I promise it’ll only get better from here.” Penny leaned over until our torsos were pressed flush, and she grabbed both sides of my face, whispering huskily, “Relax and let go for me.”
Like my body had been waiting for her permission, I came violently at her request. Muscles straining, my release ripped through me, and I filled her exactly as she’d demanded. Stars burst before my eyes as the bliss extended outward through my extremities, and I gasped at the force of it.
Goddamn, it was a wonder men got anything done once they experienced the pleasure of a woman’s tight cunt milking them dry. Because from this day forward, I wouldn’t be able to think of anything other than sinking into Penny’s warm pussy. I wanted to spend every second buried inside her.
And to think it was only just this morning that I’d been prepared to give her up.