Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE NEPO BABY HASN’T EVEN BEEN SEEN EATING OUT. WHAT KIND OF CONTRACT DID HE SIGN FOR THE NEW MOVIE?
GREER
Tripp must’ve seen what he needed to in my unfocused eyes because he did as I asked. He bit down as he curved his fingers, launching me off the edge again. He didn’t ease back. He didn’t gentle his touch. He continued his feast, wordlessly demanding more.
“I can’t,” I whispered, but it came out feeble.
“You can, and you will.” He slid his fingers out of me. “Even if you can’t, I’m not done, so you’ll have to stand there and take it.”
Oh hell.
Despite the objection that I’d just voiced, I rocked against him. Seeking more. Feeling so empty.
He fixed that, but not in the way I was wordlessly pleading for. His finger that was slick with my release didn’t press back into my sex. He pushed it into my ass, going slow. Easing in and pausing to let me adjust before adding more.
The unfamiliar invasion left me full to the point of bursting, but it wasn’t enough for Tripp.
He moved his other hand up, savagely filling my pussy again with two thick fingers. Using his mouth to work my clit, he quickly sent me through another orgasm before immediately building the next.
One I wasn’t sure I would survive.
Actually, that wasn’t true. I knew I wouldn’t. My spent body was already racked with pulsing tremors, and each flick of his tongue or thrust of his fingers was enough to send jolts of pain to mix with the pleasure until I wasn’t sure which was which.
“Please, no more,” I tried, fighting against the restraints, his invasion, and the quickly stoking pleasure.
“One more, baby,” he rumbled against me. “I know you can give it to me.”
I laughed, but it came out as a choked sob. “I’m not giving it to you.” I rattled the fastenings. “I don’t have a choice.”
“Fuuuuck,” he drawled quietly. “You’re right. You don’t have a choice, so stop fighting it.”
I hadn’t meant the words as anything good. And his weren’t much better. Neither should have been arousing. Not when I was so tender, so overwrought, that I was blinking back tears.
But like the night before, the lack of control burrowed into some twisted part of me. It cleared away the last bit of useless struggle, forcing me to submit as pleasure zipped through me like every atom in my being was having its own orgasm.
My vision tunneled, bright flashes of light exploding in my periphery like my head was a kaleidoscope of technicolor wonder. The last bit of strength left me, and my knees buckled, unable to fully support my weight. The restraints did what my weak muscles couldn’t and held me upright.
But only until Tripp made quick work of the intimidating latches. Once I was free, he lowered me to his lap and massaged my tingling skin.
At least, I was pretty sure he did.
It might’ve been hard for him to do so since I was no longer a sentient person.
I was floating. A cloud maybe. Or a happy little bubble, light and carefree.
I was barely aware of anything but where my body touched his. No thoughts. No emotions.
Just my happy, little bubble life that was jostled when he stood, taking me with him. We glided across the room, and I settled on something soft right before something hard settled onto me.
I’m going to pop.
I lifted my lids that I hadn’t realized I’d closed to look up at Tripp through hazy eyes. He propped a hand next to my shoulder to hold most of his weight off me, but I could still feel him.
All of him.
I spread my legs automatically, crying out when his hips fell between my thighs to press his hardness against my sore sex.
The pain didn’t stop me from rocking.
Tripp’s large hand spanning my hip to pin me in place did, though.
“I want you,” I said, too dazed to feel self-conscious by the admission.
Despite the evidence that he wanted the same, he gave me a similar answer as the night before. “Another time.” Insecurity didn’t have time to clasp its nasty talons in before he added, “You’re too sore. Just pressing against you caused pain.”
Based on the size of you, anything is going to cause pain.
And I’m shockingly okay with that.
I didn’t say that out loud, but I did test my luck. “I want to do something for you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know that.” Even when I felt like I had no control, I knew I did. I trusted that I could say stop, and he would. Not only that, he would do so without hesitation, anger, or whining.
A battle I didn’t understand warred on his tense face, adding stress lines between his furrowed brows. His gaze dropped to my mouth, staying locked there for a stretching moment.
I licked my lips before whispering, “I could go down on you now.”
Fire erupted in his gray eyes. “You wanna suck my dick, baby?”
I did.
Badly.
But I felt I owed it to him to temper his expectations. “Yes, but I’m, uh, not very good at it.”
That got another of his filthy smiles. “Now I know that’s a fucking lie.”
“It’s not,” I tried.
He moved off me and stood from the bed, and disappointment crashed over me. I mean, sure, I’d been the one to warn him away with the truth of my uninspiring oral skills, but I hadn’t expected him to run for the hills.
Only he wasn’t running.
“Undress me,” he ordered.
I scrambled as quickly as my bubble body would move, eager to do as he commanded. And not because I found myself craving the validation he gave when I obeyed.
Okay, not just that.
I also wanted to see him. Not when I was worried he’d been murdered in bed.
Not with a blanket barely covering the best parts.
All of him. It seemed a cruel injustice that I’d been physically stripped in the window room and emotionally stripped against the wall, and he’d remained fully clothed both times.
My fingers trembled as I lifted his soft shirt over his head.
Even on my knees on the tall mattress, he needed to duck to help me.
I lowered my hands to his pants and undid the zipper, going achingly slow—partially so I didn’t accidentally snag his straining hard-on, but mostly so I could see his restraint.
The rapid rise and fall of his muscular chest dusted with the perfect amount of dark hair. The way his fingers flexed and clenched, leaving his knuckles white.
“Having fun?” he bit out, his voice gruff.
I tilted my head to smile up at him. “Very much so.”
Torturing him was fun—and karma for all he’d put me through—but quickly forgotten in my urgency to see him. I let his pants fall before shoving his boxers down to join them. Freeing him.
All of him.
Holy.
Shit.
I’d felt his impressive length, but it somehow hadn’t done the size of him justice. Not once it was free and out and straining for me.
Maybe it’s a good thing we aren’t having sex, after all. I don’t think it would hurt my already tender body.
I think it would split me in two.
How the hell am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?
My gaze caught on the gleaming metal barbell on the underside of the rounded head. “You’re pierced.”
“Covering or editing out tattoos is a pain in the ass I didn’t want to deal with.” He plucked the piercing and gave it a tug. “Had to rebel somehow.”
I was vaguely aware that I was staring as he shoved the bunched fabric off, taking his shoes and socks with it until he was naked. Deliciously naked. I wished I could enjoy the view.
Who was I kidding? I wasn’t dead. I did enjoy it.
But it would’ve been infinitely better had all my self-doubts not come rushing back. I wondered if it was too late to change my mind. If my normal skills were nonexistent, they would be far less than that when I wasn’t able to take more than the thick head in my mouth.
Strong fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides gently as Tripp pried my gaze from his cock until I was forced to look at him. He held the intense eye contact and the firm grip, and the brain that just started functioning again went fuzzy.
Not too gently, he shoved me back until I bounced on the mattress. His body partially covered mine as he gave me a bruising kiss. His leg pressed between my own, prying them apart. He didn’t stop until his knee was tight against my still naked core.
Tripp didn’t rush through the kiss. It wasn’t a prerequisite he was checking off before getting to the good stuff.
The kiss was the good stuff, and he seemed content to stay there for hours.
More than content. Especially when he ground his knee harder against my core, a move that also rocked his hardness against me. Slick pre-cum coated my skin, and he used it to glide faster.
Despite being sated to the point of near coma, my own pelvis rocked to meet each thrust. Seeking friction on his leg with a desperation that should’ve been embarrassing.
But then he let out a gruff whimper that embedded itself deep into my brain. Into my memories. Into my DNA. It etched itself in to become such a vital part of my being, I would hear the erotically loaded sound for the rest of my life.
I wanted more of it.
No.
I needed more of it.
When I tore my mouth away, Tripp gave a disgruntled growl before I said, “I want to suck you. Please.”
“Christ, every time I think I’ve heard the sexiest thing from that fuckable mouth, you open it and say something even better.
” Contrary to his words, he paused to brush my hair back so he could study my face.
He must’ve seen the need there because he finally moved.
Not to sprawl out on the bed like I’d expected, leaving me to crouch over him.
Instead, he knelt by my head as he continued soothingly stroking my hair back. “Pinch me if you need to stop.”
My brows lowered. “What? Why?”
“Because it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”
That was the only warning I got before his gentle touch turned into him fisting my hair. I gasped at the pull of pain, and he used the opening.
Used the opening and me.
Literally.