Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THERE MUST BE SOMETHING HAPPENING BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS THE B-LISTER LOVES TO SEE AND BE SEEN
TRIPP
Greer’s hazel eyes went from the large viewing window to the bed then back to me. “People can see…?”
“Yes.”
She glanced at the moveable mirrors. “The whole room?”
“Yes,” I repeated.
“And you like that?”
“I’m an actor. We’re all narcissists for an audience.”
And it was the truth. When I’d first started visiting Gilded, I’d preferred the rooms stocked with pain implements. Once that was no longer an option for me, I’d moved on to the mirror room. But as my self-disgust grew, I hadn’t wanted to see the truth on my face anymore.
That left the exhibitionist and voyeur room.
All eyes on me.
An actor playing the role of a man who didn’t loathe his life.
A jester for the court.
“Can you see them?” she asked.
“It depends.” I removed my arm from around her to hit the switch on the wall. The window changed to a mirror before I flicked it back.
“Oh,” she said, her voice shaking.
I could’ve lied to her about which room I liked. I could’ve brought her to any of the other ones that would get me off just as much because I was there with her, and that was all that mattered. But she’d put her trust in me, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.
A decision I was regretting as I stared at that damn window.
I didn’t have a problem performing for an audience. Not before, at least.
But the thought of someone seeing any part of her was enough to make me want to go out to the bar to preventatively stab their eyes out.
As badly as I wanted Greer, I hoped like fuck she would back down. That those nerves making her mess with her hair would overpower her desire, and she would let me take her somewhere else. Anywhere else.
I should’ve known my stubborn siren wouldn’t fold. She lifted her chin to watch me. Waiting for me to take the lead.
I thought fast. I had no clue if my plan would work, but it was the only one I had.
I moved to the cabinet stocked with sealed toys, lube, condoms, and everything else people would need for a good night. I grabbed something and returned to Greer.
Her gaze dropped to what I held, and displeasure tightened her pretty face. “Tripp, I—”
I pushed my shoulders back. “What name did I say I preferred?”
Brows furrowed, it took her a second to recall the conversation that’d gone through my own head on repeat. “Sir?”
I lifted my chin. “Don’t call me anything else.”
It was good to know that those little glimpses of submissiveness hadn’t been projections from me otherwise she might have laughed in my face. Instead, the two words came out as a breathless sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
Like she got off on it as much as I did.
I lifted the satiny blindfold, and it reminded her of what she’d been trying to say. “I, uh, want to be able to see.”
“No.” I didn’t give her more than that, and she shockingly didn’t push. I covered her eyes before stepping back.
Teasing her with that space.
Admiring her.
I was tempted to stay there longer to watch her nervously fidget, but if I really only got one night, I was fulfilling a fantasy while I could.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and her hand flew up like she was going to tear the mask off.
She caught herself but asked, “Where are you going?”
I didn’t answer.
I left the room, letting the door slam behind me. With the voyeur window right there, I watched as she jumped at the noise. Her fingers tangled with each other, but she otherwise stayed in place.
Hesitating, I belatedly realized the flaw with my plan. I didn’t want to leave Greer visible to grab what I needed.
Lucky for me, Atlas chose that moment to do a lap through the hall. His brows lowered when he saw me standing outside the room—that side had never done it for me—and I lifted my finger to my lips so he would be quiet.
Not that it was ever a problem for the stoic bastard.
“What’s up?” he muttered when he got close enough.
“I need candles and a lighter.”
He didn’t ask why I didn’t get them myself. He just backtracked down the hall, returning a minute later with what I asked for.
His gaze briefly landed on the window. The southern tinge to his voice was lost in the gruffness. “You and Easton… lucky pricks.”
For the night, at least.
I lifted my chin. “Do me a favor. Have security keep people away from here.”
He tilted his head in confusion, but I didn’t explain why I didn’t want voyeurs at the voyeur window.
I had better things to do.
Pushing back into the room, I again let the door slam. Greer looked two seconds away from coming out of her skin, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder. It reached painful levels when she tentatively called, “Tripp—I mean, Sir?”
“Yeah, siren, it’s me.” I set the candles down before returning to stand in front of her.
She licked her lips. “Is it, uh, just you?”
A hit of jealousy knocked me back. “Are you hoping otherwise?”
Her headshake was immediate and fervent. “No. Definitely not.”
That soothed my wounded ego. “Good. Because if you think I’d let someone else touch you, you’re out of your damn mind.”
Her lips quirked. “But they can watch?”
I made a noncommittal murmur since they sure as fuck couldn’t do that, either.
Her words made it abundantly clear that I was fucking shit up, though. I’d never been in a room with someone who didn’t have experience, but that was no excuse. I was rushing shit because I didn’t want her to change her mind. It was irresponsible and selfish.
I tugged her blindfold up just far enough that she could meet my gaze. “If you say stop, everything stops. We talk it out or take a break or whatever else you need. You already said no sex and no sharing. Is there anything else you don’t want me to do?”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and thought it over before shaking her head. “Not that I know of.”
“So my mouth? My fingers?”
Her eyes widened, but her acceptance was a hurried rush. “I’m good with them.”
“If I do something you don’t like, tell me. Immediately. Understood?” When she nodded, I shook my head. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I put the blindfold back into place and moved across the room to quietly pull the curtain closed so no one could see.
She just didn’t need to know that.
I positioned the candles around and lit them before I turned the lights off.
More pre-cum dripped from my dick as I closed the distance between us and took her face in my hands, loving the way she jumped at my touch. I didn’t have to move her head. She did that herself. Tipping it up.
Offering herself to me.
And I took.
Her offering.
Her mouth.
Her.
I lowered my head to brush my lips against hers.
Her sharp inhale and the way her fuckable lips parted begged for me to sink my tongue in to taste and take in the way I’d been fantasizing about since that night on the roof.
But I wanted to take it slow. I grazed her lips again in a barely-there kiss.
Pulling away, I fucking loved how she tried to follow.
To get more. I repeated it again. And again.
And again.
When she finally let out a muffled whine, I plunged my tongue in and groaned. She lifted her hands and touched my chest before suddenly dropping them.
I tore away. “You can touch me. Always. Please.”
That permission was all she needed before her palms moved across my abs and chest, as greedy for me as I was for her.
Spanning her hips, I slid my hands up her shirt like I was going to push it off but stopped at her waist. I did the same with her pants, hooking my index fingers into her waistband before shifting my hold back to her hips.
I trailed up again, that time not stopping until my thumbs were under her tits.
It took all my control not to stretch them to touch her more, but I managed to force myself away.
I wanted to hear her frustrated whimpers.
Wanted to hear her beg.
She didn’t make me wait long.
“Please, Sir,” she whispered, and it fucking killed me that I couldn’t see her big eyes. If she’d given any hint that she wasn’t enjoying the room, I would’ve dropped the bullshit. But she wanted to experience Gilded, and I was giving that to her.
As much as my jealousy would allow, at least.
Happily taking pity on my pretty siren, I gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head while being careful not to dislodge the mask. I shoved her pants down, helping her step out of them and her shoes and socks until she was left in only a bra and panties.
They might’ve been plain, but they were still the sexiest fucking things I’d seen in my life. Especially when the candlelight flickered.
Fuck.
Even better than my fantasies.
When she went for the button of my pants, I gripped her wrists to stop her. I had control, but not that much. She tried to tug her hands free, but I tightened my hold.
I took her mouth again before dragging my lips down her neck. I skimmed the skin there before sucking. Unable to help myself, I bit down.
Hard.
Much harder than I should’ve, but she didn’t push me away. She clutched me closer as she arched her neck to give me more access. My tongue darted out to lick and tease before moving down to the swell of her tits.
They might’ve been as small as the rest of her, but they were still fucking perfect.
Unhooking her bra, I let it fall before cupping her bare skin. My thumbs stroked across her pretty little nipples until they were tight. “I wish you could see how perfectly you fit in my hands.”
“Uncover my eyes, and I can,” she said, her words ending on a moan when I gently pinched the hardened peaks.
“Nice try.” I lowered my head, taking one in my mouth.
I sucked it, twirling my tongue around before releasing it to move to the other.
When her hand trailed down my stomach to grab me through my pants, there was nothing gentle about the way my fingers dug into her hips or the way my teeth bit her tit in warning.
A warning that didn’t deter her like I expected.
No.
My siren pushed into me like she wanted more of that pleasure-pain.
Don’t hurt her.
Ease back.
Ease the fuck back.
It took a few beats for my body to listen and my hold to loosen. If I was smart, I would’ve forced her hand away.
But it was well-established that I was fucking pathetic when it came to Greer, so I didn’t. I let her touch me for longer, even though I was in danger of making a fool of myself by shooting my load.
When that was becoming too real of a possibility, I tore myself away and put some distance between us. I took a few calming breaths that did jack-shit other than make one of the candles flicker.
Greer turned toward them, her own breaths coming hard and fast. I thought she could see around her blindfold, but her voice was laced with panic when she whispered, “Was that someone in front of the window?”
If they are, I’ll kill them for seeing your silhouette.
“I’m not telling you.” I reached for her panties, and she crossed her legs to prevent them from being removed. “Tell me to stop.”
Her hands shook as she took a few shuddering inhales before slowly uncrossing her legs.
“So brave,” I praised, feeling her tremble as I slowly slid the fabric down, dropping to my knees as I went. I guided her to lift each leg to step out of them, leaving her naked.
Dick-achingly naked.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything so beautiful.
That wasn’t true. I knew I hadn’t. My gaze darted back and forth, unsure where to land.
Every inch of her was more perfect than the last. I wanted to touch it all.
I needed to run my tongue over each centimeter of soft skin.
I leaned forward to do just that, and her sweet scent filled my lungs.
Calming break or not, the threat of coming hit me just as hard.
I didn’t let that stop me.
With desperation and single-minded focus, I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and buried my face in her pussy.
Fuuuuucking fuck.
I was already drunk on it. On her. It was the high I chased with coke and alcohol and fame and events, but jacked up to a hundred. One I would never get enough of.
One I was addicted to after the first swipe of my tongue.
Her hands went into my hair as she started to push me away. A flick against her clit was all it took for her motion to change as she clutched me to her.
Christ, she tasted good. I lapped my tongue through her wetness, her soft moans like fuel to the fire burning in my veins. I sucked the little nub into my mouth, and Greer jolted. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away or push herself closer. It didn’t matter.
The choice wasn’t hers.