Chapter 3
3
August
“ W e aren’t trespassing, are we?” Tripp asks as I crack open a beer and take a swig.
Huffing out a laugh, I shake my head. “Nah. I live here.”
“This is all part of the ranch?”
We’re currently sitting down by my favorite spot on this entire property. A little ways down from the row of cabins that I call home, there’s a creek that runs along the property line. Nobody else ever comes out here, but it’s my go-to spot whenever I need to be alone or catch my breath. It’s also my signature spot to bring my dates, but he doesn’t need to know that.
There’s an air around Tripp that screams good and innocent, and I can’t deny how fucking hard that makes me. I’ve always had a thing for the good boys and good girls. Hollis calls it a corruption kink .
Scrubbing a hand along the scruff covering my jaw, I nod. “Yup. This place is huge. I’ve lived here for years, and I swear, I could still get lost if I’m not careful.”
“You work here?”
“Sure do.”
Tripp takes a drink, gazing out at the creek that we can barely even see. If it weren’t for the bright lights coming from the cabin up the way, we wouldn’t be able to at all.
“What do you do, exactly?” he asks, turning his head and meeting my gaze.
“I’m a ranch hand,” I explain. “I help run and maintain the ranch. Animal husbandry, take care of any repairs or maintenance around here. Just really anything to help keep this place running.”
“That sounds like a lot of work,” he muses, guzzling down another gulp of beer. I do the same. I’m dying to get my lips back on him. “Do you enjoy it?”
“It is a lot of work, but it’s fulfilling. Some days, I’d rather be lazy and not do shit, but for the most part, I love it. It’s also all I’ve ever known. Ranch life is ingrained in me.”
Silence falls over us, only the sound of crickets in the distance and the soft lapping of the creek in front of us. Tripp’s body is positioned toward me, and I get the sense he wants to make a move but he doesn’t know how. That’s fine, though. I’m more than happy to make it for him if he’s nervous. But just as I dip my head, his eyes fly to mine, and he says the last thing I expected to hear come out of his mouth tonight.
“I’m a virgin.”
Pulling back, my heart thumps. I rub the back of my neck with the palm of my hand as I take in the man before me, my brows pinched. “Um, what?”
Choking out an awkward laugh, he looks away. “I don’t know why I just blurted that out like that.”
“You’re a… virgin?”
“Mmhmm.” Even in the dark, I can see the way he’s wringing his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry if that’s a mood killer.”
“It’s not,” I’m quick to say, mostly because I don’t want him feeling bad. Although, if I’m being honest, it does make me kind of want to put a halt to this. I don’t know if I’m necessarily the best choice for somebody’s first time. Even though the idea of being where nobody else has ever been is more than a little enticing. Maybe corruption kink is right after all. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I don’t want to stop,” he says, hand coming to my thigh, right above my knee. The touch sends a spark of heat through my veins.
“Ah.” Fuck. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
His brows crash together, the look on his face adorable. “Why not?”
“Well, we’re outside in the middle of the night by a creek, for starters.” I breathe out a small chuckle.
“So?” Tripp looks over at me, all wide-eyed, the sight heating my blood. “Maybe you could be like… I don’t know, my teacher.”
Fuck me straight to hell. That was about the hottest fucking thing he ever could’ve said.
“A sex teacher?” I ask, a smile curling my lips.
“Yeah.” He nods enthusiastically. “Teach me what to do to make you feel good. ”
The way he lowers his voice has me slipping. How’s a guy supposed to say no to that ?
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Don’t you want to?”
“Of course, I want to,” I choke out, my cock throbbing behind my jeans.
“So, then teach me, August.” The desire in his darkened gaze and the eagerness in his tone is my undoing. I’ve already made up my mind by the time he adds, “Teach me to make you come.”
A lick of heat rolls down my spine, settling deep in my balls as my cock leaks. “Get over here,” I growl, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, hauling his mouth to mine. Tripp climbs into my lap, and I can feel the thick ridge of his cock against my stomach already, which does nothing but make me harder.
My tongue slips past his parted lips, tangling with his as I swallow his groans. Hands gripping his firm, tight ass, I grind against him as I lie back on the hard ground. His knees plant beside my hips as he rolls his hips into mine. The friction is maddening—so good but not nearly enough.
Bringing my lips down to his neck, I kiss and suck, loving how responsive his body already is for me. “Get undressed for me, sweetheart,” I say against his flesh, feeling his body tremble in my hold.
Eagerly, Tripp stands up, reaching behind his head as he rips off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground before he works on his pants next. Kicking out of his shoes, the material pools around his ankles before stepping out them and tossing them aside too. In no time, he’s standing before me stark naked and hard as hell. My eyes shamelessly rake down his body, loving everything I’m seeing. His frame is lean, and he’s quite a few inches shorter than I am, but he’s got muscle in all the right places.
His cock juts out, and even if the darkened night, I can see the slickness coming from his tip, and my mouth waters, wanting to know the way he tastes.
Sitting up, I tug off my own shirt, dropping it next to his before I rest on my elbows, peering up at him with fire coursing through my veins. “Take off my pants,” I instruct him, kicking my boots to the side as he drops to his knees beside me. I don’t miss the tremble to his hands as they come to my belt buckle, flicking it open, before moving to the button on my jeans. The sound of the zipper sliding down echoes around us, and his eyes lift to meet mine as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of both my jeans and my boxers, tugging them down my thighs.
I lift my hips to make it easier on him. As soon as my cock is freed, it slaps against my stomach, and his gaze zeros in on it, his tongue—probably subconsciously—poking out to wet his lips as he greedily checks me out.
“Get back on top of me,” I instruct him next, needing to feel his cock rub against mine. Doing as I ask, I then say, “Stroke us together.”
His lips curl up into a sultry grin as he does just that, the pink to his cheeks unmistakable. I release a throaty groan as he presses the underside of his cock to mine, tightening his fist around us both. He’s slow and a little unsure at first, but it doesn’t take long for his hips to rock against me as he pumps us together.
Green eyes lift to meet mine, his eyelids heavy and lips parted as he breathes out a moan. He looks hot as fuck on top of me; it’s taking all my willpower to not take control, spin us around, and fuck him into the ground so hard he’ll feel me for days. But something about watching him find his confidence is sexier than the idea of taking control.
“That feels so fucking good,” I grit out, pleasure soaring to every inch of my body. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
Tripp’s brows pinch together as his hips pick up in speed. If I had to guess, I’d say he likes the praise, which is great for me because I love to give it.
“Does it feel good for you?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
Nodding, he lets out the sexiest, throatiest groan that has my balls throbbing. I bring my hands to his hips, fingers biting into his flesh as he continues to stroke us. His noises become more frequent and a little louder, and I can tell he’s close despite us barely getting started. That thought is confirmed when his jaw relaxes and he throws his head back, hot, thick ropes spraying my stomach as he cries out.
The idea that he was so turned on that he came that quickly is hot as hell, even though I probably know I’ll be finishing myself off later. I don’t want to overwhelm him and make him do too much too quickly.
As soon as Tripp finishes coming, he lets go of our dicks, his eyes coming to meet mine. “I’m so sorry,” he rushes out, eyes wide, brows raised. “I didn’t mean to come that fast. God, how embarrassing.”
I chuckle, tightening my grip on his hips as he tries to get up. He’s not running away until he knows there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. “You don’t gotta apologize,” I tell him. “It happens to the best of us. And besides, it was your first time with anybody other than yourself. I’d be surprised if you didn’t bust quickly. ”
Running my fingers through the mess he made, I hold his gaze as I bring the coated digits up to my mouth and suck them clean. His salty, earthy flavor fills my senses, and I already know I’m going to want to taste him straight from the tap next time.
Tripp looks at me with a sated grin. “Holy fuck, that was so hot.”
Arching a brow, I ask, “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
He huffs out a nervous, breathy laugh as he shakes his head. “No.”
This time, my eyebrows are clear to my hairline. “Never?”
Another shake to his head.
“Give it a try,” I murmur as I coat my fingers once more, bringing them up to his mouth. Holding my gaze, he parts his lips, letting me slip inside, where his tongue wraps around them and licks them clean. It’s hot as fuck, my cock twitching underneath him.
Tripp glances down at my still-hard cock before his eyes find mine again. “Let me help you with that,” he offers.
“You don’t have to do that,” I reply, tapping his thigh, gesturing for him to move so I can stand up. “I’ll take care of it later.”
Surprising the hell out of me, Tripp drops to his knees before me, peering up at me with eager, heated eyes. “I want to. Show me what to do.”
My lips curl into a grin as I bring the palm of my hand to the back of his head. “Okay, sweetheart, open up.”
He does as I say, and it’s fucking glorious. His big, curious eyes watch my face as I watch his, and as I slide my cock across the flat of his tongue, I let out a husky groan that causes him to smile around my length .
“Close your mouth and curl your tongue around the underside of my dick.” My body lights up as he follows that direction. “Good, just like that. Now use a little suction as you bob your head up and down my length.
Slow at first, Tripp finds a rhythm that has my toes curling. Getting too eager, he gags himself as my tip touches the back of his throat. He pulls off completely, spit connecting from my cock to his swollen, red lips. Eyes filled with moisture, he peers up at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, but I shake my head.
“Quit apologizing.” I bring my dick up to his lips, and he parts for me. “You’re not going to be a pro your first time. What you’re doing feels good, so keep going, baby.”
His eyes squint as he attempts to smile around my length, and using my instruction from earlier, he starts sucking me off again—albeit a little awkward—and it feels so fucking good. But more than that, knowing I’m the first one who’s been in his mouth ignites a fucking fire in my blood. It’s what has my balls drawing up so quickly.
“I’m close,” I grit out. “You may want to pull off.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he doubles down, gripping the bottom half of my shaft with his hand as he uses it to stroke while he sucks me.
“ Fuuuuck, that’s it, baby.”
I have to fight to not let my eyes roll back, because in no fucking universe do I want to miss him taking his first load— my load—in his mouth. Muscles tightening, balls throbbing, heart pounding, I hold his teary-eyed gaze as my cock pulses, spilling my release on his tongue as he sucks every last drop from me .
Once I finish coming, Tripp pulls off with a pop. “Show me,” I growl. Like the good fucking listener that he is, he opens his mouth, letting me see my cum pooling on his tongue. “Good boy. Now, swallow for me.”
His cheeks are flushed, and his Adam’s apple rolls in his throat as he drinks me down, something akin to pride swelling in my chest at how well he did.
“How was it?” I ask as he stands up.
“Different,” he replies softly. “A little salty, but not bad.”
I chuckle as we get dressed. “You’ll get used to it the more you try it. Or not.” I shrug. “It’s not for everybody, but I, personally, love it.”
“You do?” Tripp’s lips tip up into a grin that makes me want to get him naked all over again and say to hell with sleep.
Closing the distance between us, I brush a strand of hair off his face. “Yeah, I do.” I press my lips to his, tasting myself on his tongue as I lick into his mouth. “And I can’t wait to slurp you down next time.”
Glossy-eyed, he peers up at me. “N-next time?”
“Yeah, next time.” I chuckle. “Come on, let’s get you back to your car. I’ve got an early morning, and five a.m. comes way too soon.”