Chapter 24 #2
I expected him to rip me apart for what I did to him.
I wondered why he hadn’t. I knew he could be a dick when it came to his wife, but I didn’t think he’d try to take it out on me by making me listen to them having sex; like he’s laying claim to property of his that I shouldn’t have touched.
Like I’ve been a bad dog, and he needs to rub my nose in my mess to teach me a lesson.
I think I’d rather have had him throw a punch.
Tripp groaning a low ‘fuck, baby’ is quickly followed by a quiet shushing – which I can only assume comes from Julia.
That’s it.
“You know, I really can’t help but wonder who fucks you better,” I think out loud as I roll over again, now facing them. “Me? Or your husband?”
Horror crosses Julia’s features as her head whips in my direction, but Tripp takes hold of her jaw and forces her face to meet his.
“Tripp—”
“Don’t look at him,” he tells her with a shake of his head. It’s impossible to miss the slow, purposeful shift in their blankets as he pulls her hips to push deep inside of her. “It’s just you and me.”
I palm my cock as she lets out another moan, louder this time with her fingers digging into his chest, and her eyes move to mine again as Tripp’s palm wraps around the back of her neck to pull her toward his lips.
I let out a breath as he presses them to her neck, pushing myself to a sitting position as my cock leaks at the tip.
As hard as I try to pry them away, my eyes are glued to the two of them. Every movement between them is slow and deliberate; I could almost be convinced that they were both trying to drive me insane.
Maybe they both want me jealous.
If they do, it’s working.
“Alright, you made your point,” I say as I step toward my suitcase. “I’m leaving.”
Using my foot to fling open the lid, I reach inside for the first pair of pants that I can find in what has already become an unorganized pile of fabric. The burn on my skin of my best friend watching my every movement is all but impossible to ignore.
It isn’t like the way that he watches me in the shop. The warmth which usually sits behind his eyes when he looks at me isn’t there, right now. This is darker, heavier. I might even call it hungrier.
“No. Show me.” Tripp orders, wearing a smirk spread across his face and contempt dripping from his every pore. “If you’re so fucking sure of yourself, get over here and show me how you fuck my wife.”
A hard thrust of his hips from beneath her jolts his wife’s body to force a moan to crack through her throat.
With one hand pressed firmly against his chest, the other flies upward to take hold of the headboard in front of her, her head dipping.
Closing the space between them, Tripp whispers to her, earning a soft nod in response.
“Or you can just stand there and watch.”
God damnit.
Maybe it’s the tequila, and maybe I’ll regret it tomorrow.
Maybe it’s just because I miss her.
Maybe…no, it’s not that.
For whichever reason it may be, I drop the clothes in my hand to exchange them for a condom, and I step toward them, taking hold of the bedding in one hand and Julia’s chin in the other.
“Is that what you want?” I ask her. “Do you want me to fuck you on top of your husband?”
She glances toward Tripp, who meets her collarbone with his mouth, sucking at her skin.
“Yes,” she whines with her pussy grinding against him. “Please.”
Bringing the condom to my mouth, I use my teeth to tear open the wrapper before rolling the rubber onto my aching cock. Her pussy is glistening when I pull the blankets off of her, soaked and so perfectly ready for me.
Even still, as I notch the head of my cock to that sweet warmth calling it home, I push inside slowly.
There is no lie anymore, forcing me to rush.
There is no secret. The same man that we’d hidden from just weeks ago is lying underneath her, watching her mouth fall open as she takes all of me inside.
I feel more than see her movement as she shifts her husband’s cock, using it like a toy against her clit as the motion of my hips speeds up and I pound into her.
Tripp’s eyes meet mine and for a second, they hold me, before he takes his wife by the back of the head. His lips meet her ears, a low whisper leaving his mouth that I can’t make out, despite my efforts. It must be a question, because it’s met with a moaned ‘uh-huh’ from Julia as her back arches.
Taking a handful of her breast, Tripp massages her flesh before pulling her nipple into his mouth.
She lets out a whine as he sucks on it, pushing her hips against mine as I meet her shoulder with a kiss.
Her inner walls squeeze me as a gasp forces its way out of her, and Tripp’s hand finds its way to her face.
“You need to come, don’t you, baby?” he asks her. “Show me how you come for him.”
“Tripp—”
Her palms land against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as mine offer the same to her hips.
“Give him what he wants, Princess,” I tell her. Reaching for her throat, I pull her head backward and rest my lips against her ear. “But say the right name when you do.”
My hand slides around the curve of her thigh to let my fingertips meet her clit, her husband claiming her mouth as she mewls against the friction that I offer her. Her body stills, her ankles lifting to squeeze my thighs as her pussy tightens around me.
“Connor,” she whines, “Oh god, Honey, I—”
That ‘Honey’ slides down my spine like its namesake, making every nerve crackle as she falls apart on my cock.
Tripp’s eyes are glued to his wife, fixated on her while she comes.
As her breathing returns and I rock my hips into her once again, the head of his cock brushes against mine.
My gaze meets his and we hold each other there in an unspoken challenge before I finally take Julia by the throat once again and pull her head backward toward me.
“What do you think, Princess?” I ask her. “Do you want both of us?”
“You can’t ask me that,” she whines with her hips pushing back into mine. “I can’t.”
Tripp’s palm raises to slide across her jaw, and the hunger that I thought I’d seen on him is now offered to his wife. My stomach flips at the confirmation, but I straighten my posture.
“It’s okay, baby,” he assures her, lovingly brushing a thumb across her cheek. “You can take it.”
As slowly and carefully as he can, Tripp pushes inside, forcing me to groan as the head of my best friend’s cock slides against mine and his wife’s warm pussy squeezes us together.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” Tripp breathes, his eyes widening in surprise as he looks between myself and his wife.
Julia whines against the pressure of the two of us filling her up, but as she presses back into us to let every inch of us inside, tension releases from her body.
We find a rhythm naturally, with Tripp moving his hips inward as I pull mine away, and Julia lets out loud, desperate moans while we fuck her together. She tries to kiss her husband, but she can’t seem to catch her breath long enough to do so.
Instead, her cheek presses against his face and her hand reaches for his to interlock their fingers.
Butchered syllables choke from her throat while we fuck her, her body buckling and stilling as she tightens so much around us that her body forces both of us out. She cries out with a splash that hits Tripp’s stomach, her head falling against his chest as her body tremors.
I’ve never seen a woman actually do that in person before. It’s…
My cock jumps, desperate for more friction as she sputters out an apology that both of us brush away. Tripp seems proud of it, and I can’t tell if I’m more shocked or grateful. She did that because of me – sure, he’s involved, too, but she squirted while I was inside her.
A low throb hits my cock and I groan, my hips taking on a mind of their own to grind against the air. Tripp’s pulses so hard that it leaks at the tip, and for just a second, we lock onto each other.
There’s a question that I don’t know will ever be spoken between us. One that can’t be peeled away once it is. Even in the silence between us, the question is screaming.
Tomorrow, I can blame it on the tequila, but as his chest heaves and he brushes his wife’s hair away from her face, I find myself acting on instinct to peel off my rubber and slide my cock against Tripp’s.
We each suck in a sharp breath in unison as our tips glide past each other, and I throw a quick, questioning glance in Julia’s direction. She offers a surprised nod as her hand moves between us to wrap around our joined cocks.
I don’t give myself a half second to doubt it before I dive into Tripp’s mouth with my own, groaning as his tongue welcomes mine. With one hand braced on the pillow beneath him and the other resting at his hip, I grind against him, swallowing his whines as Julia tightens her grip on us.
Breaking from our kiss, Tripp reaches for Julia, taking her by the back of the head as he pulls her toward him. Both of us let out a moan as his cock glides against mine, wrapped firmly in his wife’s grip.
“Fuck, baby,” he pants against her mouth.
I can’t be entirely sure which one of us it is that he’s saying that to.
My lips meet the skin of his neck, where his pulse pounds beneath layers of chaotic and distorted ink reminiscent of the typography I’ve seen on the covers of death metal albums. He’s never told me if it’s all just a mess of senseless lines or if it makes out any actual words.
I doubt he ever will.
“Come for us,” I tell him, choking on a moan as my body tenses. “Come on, Riptide.”
Letting my lips explore the skin of his chest, they litter kisses leading up the length of his neck. As he breaks from the kiss with his wife to press his head into the pillow beneath him, I move to take her mouth with mine.