Chapter 14 #2
He shrugs as if he’s got this in the bag. “Alright, you’re on. But, Sunny?” He cups my chin, inching closer, but not quite touching. “Don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on ya.”
I reach between us and palm his dick over his jeans. He’s not hard but chubbed enough for me to feel the outline of his length.
“Good. Because I never said I played fair.”
Stepping back, he blocks my hand from touching him. “No way. I’ll end up with an axe in my foot if you distract me.”
“That wasn’t in the stipulations.”
He playfully glares. “I wasn’t aware I needed any.”
“Ah, well, better to remember for next time.” I lift my shoulder, then remove the gap between us and drag his mouth down until it reaches mine.
I kiss him like my life depends on it, sliding my tongue between his lips and moaning as he squeezes my ass.
My body grinds against his erection, and once he’s rock-hard, I pull back and pat his chest. “Best of luck to you, cowboy.”
“I’m callin’ a foul.”
“No such thing.”
“You’re ruthless, ya know that?” He adjusts himself as he groans at me.
“You’re up.” I hand him the axe with a sickly sweet smile.
Instead of giving him room to throw, I kneel in front of him, unbutton his jeans, and lower his zipper. Then I remove my glasses and hard hat.
“What’re you doing?” he whisper-hisses, glancing around us and removing his own hat.
“No one can see me down here.” I lower his boxers just enough to pull him out. Tripp’s hard and thick in my hand, with angry veins pulsating against my palm. It’s so much hotter in person than on a screen.
“Magnolia. We’re gonna get caught.”
I ignore his panicked tone and laugh to myself at how he thinks using my real name will stop me.
“Our stall is private, and I’m hidden under a wooden table. The only ones who could potentially see are the ones watching the surveillance cameras behind you. So if you don’t want them to see what I’m about to do to you, I suggest you stand still.” Then I give him a long, hot lick up his shaft.
“Jesus Christ.” His head falls back as he keeps his feet planted. “You’re in so much trouble.”
“Don’t forget your axe,” I tease before wrapping my tongue around his crown and then push him into my mouth.
He cups the back of my head with one hand and white-knuckles the edge of the table with his other. “I can’t throw with you gaggin’ on my dick, Sunny.”
His hushed voice has me smiling with pride.
I release him with a pop. “Told you payback’s a bitch.”
Then I deep-throat him as I stroke his length over and over. Saliva covers my fingers as I keep up with my pace. There’s no time to go slow or tease him, so I need to bring him to the edge as fast as I can.
“Holy fuck. I’m gonna come.” His fingers tighten against my skull as if he’s fighting back his moans. Between the music and people chatting in the other stalls, no one would hear him anyway.
When he bites his lip and holds his breath, I feel his body tense against me. A deep, guttural groan vibrates through him, and I know he’s close. I open wide, stick out my tongue, and hold his shaft as he unleashes in my mouth.
He finally exhales and his entire body relaxes.
“That was insane.” He smacks his tip against my tongue, and I laugh.
Once he puts himself back in his boxers and zips up, he whips off his glasses, grabs my hand, and helps me to my feet. I expect him to scold me or threaten punishment, but he lifts me up on the table, stands between my legs, and devours my mouth.
“That was the second fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he says against my lips. “And so damn risky.”
“I thought you were a risk-taker,” I muse, lifting a brow.
“Not usually in terms of public sex, but I’ll try anything once.” He smirks. “We should go before I eat your pussy right here for all those creepy security guards to watch.”
“Don’t haveta tell me twice.”
Tripp helps me down, but then I quickly grab his hand to stop him. “Wait. Does this mean I won?”
Closing the gap between us, he holds my chin and tenderly rubs the pad of his thumb along my jaw. But then a devilish smirk spreads across his face. “Who said we were done playin’?”
I’m left speechless as Tripp drags us out of the building, and when he opens the back door to his truck, he motions for me to climb in.
“Lie down, sweetheart. I’m about to take back the victory.”
Thank God for bench seats.
I do as he says while he closes the door, and then he rests one knee between my legs.
“Good thing it’s already pitch-black out because the thought of someone seein’ you spread out half-naked through the window would drive me crazy.” He grabs the button on my jeans and flicks it open before lowering my zipper.
“I like this possessive side of you.” I’m already panting as I help him drag my panties down.
“It’s always been there. I was just good at hidin’ it from you.” He leans down, spreads my legs open, and then brushes his nose along my slit.
The warmth of his breath has me lifting my hips, desperately seeking his touch.
“You want me to taste your pussy? Make you scream my name while you come?”
“No, I’m panting like a dog for funsies.”
He barks out a laugh, shaking his head at me. “Then say it, Sunny. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Bury your face between my legs until I’m close to passin’ out from lack of oxygen. But don’t stop until I’m coming all over your lips.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses, blinking up at me. “That goddamn dirty mouth of yours.”
I shamelessly lift a shoulder. “You shoulda known what you were gettin’ into.”
He stretches his body over mine and leans down until he’s half an inch from my mouth. “Hope you also know what you got yourself into, sweetheart. Because I’ve spent years fantasizin’ about tastin’ your sweet cunt, and I ain’t stoppin’ until every inch of you is shakin’ beneath me.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his promise. I’m already breathing hard, and he hasn’t even started yet.
Tripp repositions himself, lifts one leg up to rest on the back of the seat, and then finally covers my pussy with his hot mouth.
His tongue laps at me in between sucking my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me. The roughness of his facial hair scratches my bare skin and the sensation of it all drives me wild.
“Yes, right there. Oh my God.” I arch my back and squeeze around his digits when he slides back inside.
My hand finds the top of his head, and I pull at his hair while he tightly grips my hip.
His movements drive me closer to the edge, which seems impossible because I never come this fast. Even when I do it myself, it takes more effort and time.
But Tripp’s tongue lapping on my clit as he twists his wrist over and over is the perfect rhythm to set me off.
“Shit, I’m so close. Don’t stop,” I pant out in harsh breaths.
He slides his hand underneath my ass, lifts my hips, and then slams his fingers against my G-spot.
“Tripp! My…I’m—” The complete lack of oxygen makes my words come out inaudibly as a wave of pleasure hits me so damn hard, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and white stars take over my vision.
But then I feel it.
Wetness pools between my thighs as I squirt around his fingers that continue to thrust in and out of me.
My God. That’s never happened before.
“Holy shit, did I just…” I stammer out as I attempt to blink away the static in my eyes.
Tripp clamps his lips down on my clit again and the sensation is too intense to handle.
“I can’t…” I thrash my arms to grab his head, but he remains a statue as he pushes my thighs apart. “Tripp, it’s too much!”
He shakes his head, and my body caves into the second wave of pleasure that has me unraveling once again.
Harsh breathing resounds within his truck as he finally climbs up my body and brushes his hand over my cheek. “That’s now beat out first place for the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. And I’m pretty sure I win now.”
I pant out a laugh. “I hate you.”
“Your pussy doesn’t.” He cups my chin and kisses my half-open mouth. “Next time, you’ll be bent over so I can eat you from behind and bury my face in your ass.”
Is it possible to squirt a second time from only his words?
Because I’m pretty sure I just did.