9. Penny
Chapter 9
Penny
My head rested on Tripp’s sweaty chest. Cum seeped out around his cock, still buried deep inside me, as he trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
I pressed a kiss to the pulse point beneath his jaw. “Good, baby?”
He huffed out a laugh as his hands ran up the length of my back to tangle in my hair. “Good doesn’t do it justice, darlin’.”
Warmth curled through me at the softly uttered endearment, and I lifted my head to smile at him. His blue eyes were still a little unfocused, but they were full of love—for me.
I still couldn’t believe he’d stood up in the middle of my wedding this morning to beg me to choose him instead—like it was even a choice—and not even twelve hours later, I was his wife.
I was Tripp’s wife.
I needed to ask the next person we interacted with to pinch me because it felt almost unreal that my twenty-first birthday wish had come true .
In real time, I watched as the sex fog cleared from his brain, and his dopey grin was replaced with a frown. “I don’t like that you put my pleasure before yours.”
Yeah, I knew he wouldn’t be thrilled about that. But it’s not like it could be helped. He needed to accept that building up his endurance would take time and practice, and I had no problem offering up my body and banging it out while he learned to harness his control.
It was adorable how grumpy he got over my needs not being met first.
Biting back a smile, I batted my eyelashes. “Will you let me make it up to you?”
Tripp raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Not sure how you’re fixin’ to pull that off, wife, seeing as how I already ejaculated.”
Oh, dear, sweet, innocent Tripp. You have so much to learn.
Luckily for him, I was an excellent teacher.
I shoved off his chest, lifting my hips enough that his dick slid free, and a wet gush of semen followed its exit.
Tripp gestured toward his now soft—though no less impressive—shaft. “Told you.”
The snort I couldn’t suppress had his brows drawing down, and I schooled my features quickly. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was making fun of him. We all needed to start somewhere in our journey of sexual discovery.
“Sorry. It’s just that you’re pointing out the obvious.” I dipped down to capture his lips in a kiss, moaning when he dared to push his tongue into my mouth. Sure, I liked taking charge in the bedroom, with Tripp being the first man to allow me to have complete control, but I was happy to grant him the freedom to explore, to find out what he enjoyed so I could use it to my advantage later.
Humming, I drew back and licked my lips, greedy to savor the taste of him.
His gaze dipped between our bodies before lifting to peek at me sheepishly. “I’ve never tried to—“ A heavy sigh wracked his chest. “What I mean to say is, I don’t know if I can get it up for a second round so soon.”
“That’s okay.”
He eyed me skeptically. “It is.”
“Mm-hmm. Because for my next demonstration, your not-so-little friend’s services are not required.”
Tripp’s head cocked to the side, confusion written all over his face. “It’s not? But how?”
Pushing upright, I tapped the outside of his bare thigh. “Sit up, and I’ll show you.”
My obedient husband followed my instructions beautifully, leaning back against the headboard. “Should I cover up?” His chin dipped toward his naked body.
“No, baby. I like lookin’ at you the way God made you.”
“Oh.” His eyes widened in surprise, as if the thought had never crossed his mind that I might enjoy gazing upon his muscular form honed from years spent riding on horseback and performing manual labor.
While he was slightly stunned, I maneuvered over his reclined form, turning around so that my head was toward his feet. Dropping my ass onto the mattress so our hips were side-by-side, I draped one thigh over his lap, spreading my legs wide open.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Tripp’s lids lowered to half-mast, his stare fixed on my pussy.
My fingers trailed up my inner thighs, goosebumps rising in their wake.
“I’m going to show you how I like to be touched. And you’re going to watch while I bring myself to climax so that the next time you get a little too excited, you can be the one to finish me off.” The pad of one fingertip circled my swollen clit, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep a moan from escaping. “Would you like that, baby?”
Tripp cleared his throat a few times before replying roughly. “Yeah.”
I noticed his hands were curled into fists where they rested atop the mattress and said, “Put your hands on me, Tripp.”
Swallowing, he asked, “Where?”
“Anywhere,” I breathed as I increased the pressure on my clit.
Instantly, a calloused palm landed on my leg, the thumb working circles near the sensitive spot behind my knee.
“Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking of you?”
His throaty groan in response settled between my thighs, the throbbing at my core intensifying.
“More than I can count,” I answered my own question. “I don’t want to get off alone anymore. It might be my hand on my pussy, but I want to feel you here with me.”
Tripp’s fingers flexed, his grip tightening. “I’m right here.”
“Good,” I rasped, my neck arching as my body coiled tighter, a knot of pressure gathering in preparation for release.
Clenching my core forced his cum to dribble out of me. Using two fingers, I scooped it up, dragging his sticky spend through my slit. It acted as a lubricant as I began to rub tighter circles over the sensitive bud that sent sparks shooting down my spine.
“It’s okay if I use some of this because you’re going to give me more, right?”
Almost as if on cue, his cock began to harden again. “Uh, yeah. Whatever you want.”
I hummed. His eagerness to please was intoxicating. “That’s right. Whatever I want.”
Shoving two fingers inside me, I began to pump them as my thumb kept strumming my clit. Lewd squelching filled the air the faster I worked myself over, and the filthiness of it only served to spur me on.
My moans couldn’t be contained, spilling out past parted lips. I was right on the edge, every muscle straining in my desperation to fall over that cliff and into the abyss where dark promises of ecstasy taunted me.
The brush of fingers against my thigh broke through my lust-soaked brain. Forcing my eyes to focus, I found that my husband had been unable to refrain from stroking his cock while I put on a show. That was exactly what I needed, and a rush of heat rolled over me a split second before I shattered.
Back bowing off the bed, I gasped at the force of my climax, the pleasure so intense it felt like I was soaring, my soul threatening to leave my body. Tripp’s touch was the only thing grounding me; his firm grip held steady as I let the waves crash over me.
Panting heavily, I let my hand fall away when I grew too sensitive to continue. With my eyes squeezed shut, I was vaguely aware of Tripp shifting on the mattress until his breath tickled my face.
Head turning to the side, I forced my heavy eyelids to rise. “You get all that?” I teased.
His nose grazed mine. “Only caught about half of it before all the blood in my brain traveled south.”
I let out an amused huff. “And you were worried you couldn’t get it up again. You have so much to learn, baby.”
He hummed. “I like it when you call me that.”
“What? Baby?”
“Yeah. Makes me feel like I’m yours.”
Shaking my head, I rose on one elbow. “Words are nice and all, but do you know what really makes you mine? ”
Eyes searching mine, he asked, “What?”
Dipping between my thighs, I gathered our combined release and spread it across his lips. “That right there is you and me. My husband is the only man on this planet who has taken me bare and come inside me. And he’s the only one who ever will.”
A possessive hand landed on my hip, gripping tight enough to leave bruises as a rumble sounded from his chest.
“Now, taste how good we are together, baby .”
Tripp’s tongue darted out, licking his wet lips clean.
“Greedy boy.” I tsked. “Didn’t think to save any for me?”
Before he could react, my mouth crashed down on his, my tongue demanding entry. He parted for me, and I devoured any remnant of our salty, tangy mixture. Tripp groaned, and I dove deeper, chasing the essence of our first time.
Our kiss grew frantic, my hands roaming as my hips began to buck, riding the side of his thigh, desperate for friction.
I squealed in surprise when he flipped me onto my back. Staring up at him, I taunted, “Think you can handle being on top this time, cowboy?”
Instead of responding, he rolled his hips, pushing his thick cock inside me. The stretch was delicious, and that curve had the head rubbing right against my G-spot. When he bottomed out, his pubic bone grazed my clit, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
The man atop me froze, eyes wide. “Did I hurt you?”
He began to withdraw, but I locked my ankles around his waist, keeping our connection intact.
“Feels so good,” I moaned, rubbing against him.
“Really?” Tripp scanned my face.
“Mm-hmm. I’m so sensitive after touching myself. It’s not going to take much to get me there again.” My inner walls rippled around him as further proof of my words.
He gave a tentative, shallow thrust that had my toes curling. “I want to make you come. Tell me how.”
“Top marks for enthusiasm, Mr. Sullivan.” My hand found his ass, and I squeezed, drawing him closer.
Teeth tugged on my earlobe, and he growled, “Tell me, Penny. Or I won’t give you any more of my cum.”
My mouth dropped open, and I reared back, shocked not only at his tone but the threat he issued so smoothly. You would have never known he’d been submitting to me only minutes ago.
Taking back control, I focused all my energy on clenching my core, and Tripp’s resulting strangled cry was music to my ears. Gripping two fistfuls of his hair, I forced his head back so he could see I meant business when I practically snarled, “You think you have a choice? That you can hold out on me ?“ Dark laughter fell from my lips. “I’ll let it slide this time, but if you ever think about denying me what I want, I’ll tie you to the bed and take it. You’ll be like one of those studs on your ranch; your existence reduced to nothing beyond breeding me.”
Nostrils flaring, his chest heaved, but he kept his mouth shut.
“Glad we understand each other.”
The quick return to obedience after he’d tested the limits of our dynamic deserved a reward.
I let my legs fall open. “Here’s what you’re gonna do,” I began. “You’re going to reach between us and rub my clit.”
Without delay, he rose to his knees to be able to work a hand between our bodies. When he slicked a thumb through my pussy, missing the mark, I patiently guided him to the right spot .
“Feel that?” I helped him work circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
His brows furrowed in concentration. “Yeah, it’s like I’m rolling over a pebble.”
That was one way to describe it. “That’s my clit. If you want to make me feel good, that’s a great way to start.”
I pulled my touch away, and his fingers continued the rhythmic motion on their own.
My hips lifted in response. “Perfect. Just like that.”
“Now what?”
“Now’s your turn to ride me so hard you fill me up again.” When he remained still inside me, I slapped his ass. “Get moving!”
Just like that, Tripp was off to the races, pumping into me as he panted in my ear, his fingers working furiously between my thighs. If the combination hadn’t stolen my breath away, I would have praised his efforts because, for someone without any experience, he was crushing it.
“God, yes.” I threw my head back on a moan. “Fuck me harder, Tripp.”
His pace grew punishing, each jarring slam forcing me further down the bed until my head was hanging over the edge. The world was upside down, and I didn’t care because the fire my best friend, my husband, my lover stoked between my legs was consuming me.
Tripp’s deep grunts came in time with the slapping of flesh each time our bodies crashed together.
“Please,” I begged on a whine, completely strung out and ready to snap. “Keep going. I’m right there.”
Dipping his head, he tugged one of my nipple piercings between his teeth, and that’s what sent me shooting into the stratosphere. Black darkened the edges of my vision as pleasure stole over me. My throat grew raw from screaming; my hoarse cries were endless as Tripp’s cock kept up its brutal pace between my thighs .
“Fuck,” I gasped when it sank in that he just might throw me into a third orgasm if he kept going. “I can’t take another. It’s too much.”
That’s when Tripp truly unleashed. Teeth gritted, he became a man possessed, pounding into me without mercy.
I couldn’t stop the freight train from barreling down the tracks toward me. When it slammed into me, stealing my breath away, tremors wracked my body, leaving me shaking uncontrollably beneath him until he finally roared his release and collapsed on top of me.
We were a pile of sweaty, tangled limbs, our erratic breathing deafening in the silence that followed our noisy coupling.
Exhaustion settled deep within my bones, and with the arms of the man I’d loved my entire life wrapped around me, my eyes drifted shut, and I surrendered to the call of the sandman.