Chapter 23 #2
"No!" The word comes out high-pitched and desperate as he takes a step toward the pantry, which would bring him around the counter.
"I'll be fine. Just need a minute to cool down.
.." My voice trails off as Trigger does something he's never done before, his tongue dragging with torturous slowness from front to back, intimately exploring places no one has ever touched.
I dig my nails into the wooden countertop.
Hollis's brow furrows, and then he glances at the coffee pot. "I'm just going to grab a cup of coffee." He takes another step, and he's too close to discovering exactly what's going on.
"Here!" I thrust my empty mug at him too eagerly. "Use this one. I need to empty the dishwasher."
He takes the mug and studies my face. "Okay..."
The moment he turns toward the coffee maker, I reach behind me and swat blindly at Trigger's head, trying to push him away. Instead, he captures my clit between his lips and sucks hard. My knuckles turn white as I grip the island, and I have to disguise the moan rising in my throat as a cough.
"You sure you're alright?" Hollis glances back over his shoulder.
"Fine," I squeak then force my voice lower. "Totally fine."
Behind me, Trigger's tongue flicks mercilessly, and I feel him smile against me. The smug asshole is enjoying this.
Hollis checks his watch as he pours his coffee. "The film crew is still coming at 9 a.m., correct?"
"Yeah." I nod vigorously, only to freeze as Trigger slides two fingers inside me while his tongue continues its work. My vision blurs, and my whole body trembles, barely able to stay upright. "Nine o'clock. Sharp."
"And we're filming—" Hollis starts to turn fully toward me.
"Outside!" I practically shout, leaning farther over the island to block his view, praying he can't see my white knuckles or the trembling in my arms. "We're filming outside. Not the kitchen. Definitely not the kitchen."
"Right…" Hollis drags out slowly, giving me an odd look. "I was going to say the main barn."
"Yeah, obviously," I agree, rolling my lips as Trigger's fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my knees threaten to buckle. My toes curl so hard they almost cramp, and I know my breathing is too erratic when I add, "The main barn."
"Are you sure you don't need to sit down?" Hollis takes a step closer, concern etched across his face.
"No!" I hold up a hand to stop him, my voice strangled. "I mean, I'm good standing. Really good with standing."
His phone buzzes loudly in his hand. "It's my mom." He's already heading toward the front door. "I need to take this. We'll go over the shoot schedule when I get back."
"Take your time!" I call after him. "Really long call! No rush!"
He shoots me another puzzled look over his shoulder before stepping outside, the door clicking shut behind him.
The second it does, Trigger's low laugh rumbles against my most sensitive flesh, and I nearly come apart from the vibration alone.
"It's not funny," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"You're right." He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my clit.
"It's hot as fuck eating my wife's pussy while she tries to hold a conversation.
" His tongue drags slowly through my folds before he grips my hips and pulls me harder against his mouth.
"Watching you struggle not to scream my name. "
My knees buckle, and I brace myself fully on the counter as he flips up the back of my robe, exposing me completely.
Cool air hits my heated skin for only a second before his mouth returns with renewed hunger.
His thumb presses against my puckered hole, and my entire body jolts, a strangled sound escaping my throat.
"You like that, baby?" His voice is muffled as his tongue works relentlessly against my pussy.
I can't form words. Can only whimper and grind shamelessly against his face, chasing the pressure building inside me like a storm about to break.
The tip of his thumb breaches that tight ring of muscle, just barely, just enough, and I detonate.
The orgasm crashes through me so hard my vision whites out.
I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle the scream as waves of pleasure tear through every nerve ending, leaving me boneless and completely wrecked.
Trigger doesn't let up, his tongue still working me through every aftershock until I'm trembling so violently I can barely stand. When he finally emerges from beneath my robe, his lips are glistening, and his eyes are dark with possession.
"You're so damn beautiful." His voice is rough as he rises to his feet, fingers already working the belt of my robe. It slides off my shoulders and pools at my feet, leaving me naked and on display with morning light streaming through various windows.
Before I can catch my breath, he sweeps me up and carries me the few steps to the dining table, laying me across the smooth wooden surface like an offering.
"Hollis is right outside," I breathe, even as my legs fall open for him.
"You want me to stop?" He's already freed himself, his thick length heavy in his hand as he runs the tip through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. His thick head catches at my entrance, and my hips lift involuntarily. "Say the words, and I'll stop."
When I don't, because I can’t, he slides in with one long, deliberate thrust, and we both groan at the exquisite fullness.
"That's what I thought," he growls.
His jaw goes slack as he pulls out torturously slow, his length glistening with evidence of my arousal. Then he slams back in hard enough to make my breasts bounce, and the table shifts beneath me.
"Yes!" the moan tears from my throat, loud and reckless.
"That's right, sweetheart." His grip on my hips tightens as he sets a devastating rhythm. "Let him know my wife wasn't flushed from a hot shower, but because her husband was between her legs, making her come."
Something about knowing someone could be listening, could walk in and see me spread out and desperate, amplifies every sensation. I clench hard around him, and his eyes darken further.
"You've been keeping secrets from me, Wife.
" He punctuates the word with a particularly brutal thrust that makes me cry out.
His hands grip my ankles, bringing them up to rest on his shoulders.
"First, the holding stalls in Spain, now our kitchen table.
" Another deep stroke that hits something devastatingly deep inside me.
"You like an audience, don't you? Good thing I like the world knowing you're mine. "
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving the table farther across the floor. The obscene sounds of skin on skin, of my wetness and desperate moans, nearly drown out the scrape of table legs dragging across the stone floor.
Then he slows, almost stops, and I whimper at the loss of friction.
"Look at you." His hands release my ankles, letting my legs fall to wrap around his waist as he leans over me, one hand possessively sliding up my ribcage.
"Spread out on our table like a fucking feast." His thumb brushes the underside of my breast, and I arch into the touch.
"These perfect tits bouncing every time I thrust into you. "
He cups both breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they're painfully hard. "I could stare at you all day, sweetheart. Watch the way your body takes me, the way your pussy grips my cock like you were made for me."
"Trigger, please," I gasp, rolling my hips, trying to get him to move faster.
"Please, what?" He pinches one nipple, and I cry out. "Tell me what you need."
"More. I need more."
His grin is wicked as he lowers his head, his tongue circling one peaked nipple before he draws it into his mouth and sucks hard. The sensation shoots straight to my pussy, and I clench around him.
"Fuck, I love when you do that." He releases that breast with a wet pop before moving to the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. "Love the way these pretty nipples get so hard for me." He sucks harder, and my back bows off the table.
His hips start moving again, slow and deep, while his mouth continues its assault on my breasts. One hand slides down my stomach, his fingers splaying across my lower belly. "Love watching myself disappear inside you. Watching this tight little pussy stretch around my cock."
"Oh God," I moan, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him to my breast.
He releases my nipple and straightens, his eyes hungrily raking over me.
"You're a work of art, you know that?" His hand trails back up, fingers ghosting over every curve, every dip.
"These hips I hold onto when I fuck you from behind.
" His palm cups my breast again. "These perfect breasts that fit in my hands.
" His thumb traces my jaw. "This mouth that screams my name when you come.
" He punctuates each observation with a deep thrust that makes my eyes roll back.
"And this pussy..." He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.
"This sweet, perfect pussy that's mine. Only mine. "
"Only yours," I gasp, my nails digging into his forearms.
"That’s it, sweetheart. Fill this house. Fill this house with those intoxicating moans so everyone knows you're taken."
His mouth captures mine in a bruising kiss as his pace becomes relentless. I can taste myself on his lips, and somehow that makes everything hotter, filthier.
"Trigger," I gasp against his mouth, my body starting to shake. "I can't— I'm going to—"
"Then come," he commands, his fingers pressing harder against my clit, his hips driving into me with perfect precision. "Come on my cock and let the world hear what I do to you."
I shatter with a scream I don't even try to muffle, my body convulsing around him.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his rhythm faltering as he follows me over the edge, spilling inside me with a guttural sound that makes me clench around him again.
For long moments, we stay like that. A tangled, breathless mess of limbs. Then, his forehead drops to rest against mine, and a satisfied smile plays at his lips.
"Now," he finally says, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth before slowly pulling out, "you can get dressed."
I let out a breathless laugh, my legs still trembling as I sit up. "Now I'm going to be late."
His grin turns absolutely wicked as he tucks himself back into his boxers. "And it was worth it."
I slide off the table on unsteady legs, acutely aware of the evidence of him sliding down my thighs. "You're impossible."
"You love it." He hands me my robe, his eyes still dark and hungry as they trace over my naked body one more time.
"I do," I admit, slipping the robe back on. "Even when you make me late."
From outside, I hear Hollis's voice wrapping up his phone call.
Trigger catches my wrist and pulls me in for one more kiss. "Go," he murmurs against my lips, "before he comes back in and sees my cum dripping down your thighs. That’s for my eyes only."
My cheeks flush hot as I dart toward the stairs, his low chuckle following me all the way up.