Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WHO KNEW THE B-LISTER HAD SO MUCH CONTROL?
TRIPP
Tearing my mouth away, I bit Greer’s inner thigh. “Hold still.”
“I can’t,” she cried softly, shifting again and nearly stumbling.
I wanted to torment her, but I didn’t want her to fall and hurt herself.
When I tried to slide her leg off of me, she tightened it around me. “Please, don’t stop. I’ll try harder. Please.”
“I’m not stopping,” I reassured her as I pressed a kiss to her smooth skin before standing.
Her distressed pout was so fuckable, it was hard to resist pushing her to her knees.
But she’d only agreed to one night, and I was going to make it so fucking good that she changed her mind.
And if I had her mouth wrapped around me, it would be over in seconds.
I’d fucked up every other first impression I’d tried to make with her. I wasn’t fucking up that one.
I kissed her instead, my tongue teasing along the seam of her mouth that she kept pressed closed.
She tried to turn her head and yank away, but I didn’t let her.
Moving my hand to cup her jaw, I dug my fingertips into her cheeks to force her lips apart.
I speared my tongue in, making her taste herself on me.
Her body slowly loosened, and she gripped my shirt as she opened wider.
Wordlessly asking for more. I gave it, only tearing myself from her when we both needed to breathe.
My free hand went into her hair, fisting the long length until she hissed. “Don’t ever try to keep your kiss from me, Greer. Understood?”
“Sorry, I thought—”
At the abrupt way she cut herself off, I gave her head a gentle tug. “Thought what?”
Pink went across her cheeks. “Nothing.”
“Lie to me again, and we’ll stop,” I said, lying right back to her.
It was a good thing her eyes were covered because she would’ve easily seen the truth in my expression.
Not to mention, the hard-on trapped at a painful angle would’ve been a dead giveaway.
Instead, she bought my bullshit and hurriedly admitted, “I thought it… thought I tasted gross.”
“Why in the ever-loving fuck would you think something so wrong?”
“I just did.”
Another hair pull, that time as I backed her up until her legs hit the padded bondage bench. She wobbled, but my tight hold kept her upright. “What did I just say?”
She still hesitated, her mouth opening and closing a couple times before she softly whispered, “My ex said so.”
That dumb motherfucker.
I should send him a fruit basket for fucking up so bad.
“Greer,” I said.
Blindfold or not, she looked up like she could see me. Her bunched shoulders rose and fell with each heavy breath. “What?”
“Your ex is a little bitch.” She let out an airy laugh, but I wasn’t done.
“I’ve been to a lot of places around the world.
Ate at some of the best restaurants run by some of the highest trained chefs.
Ate at some even better unknown places that’re run by more talented chefs who love food and create dishes that make that clear.
And nothing, baby, not a single thing in my life, has ever tasted as good as you do.
” I only got a brief glimpse of her smile before I suddenly turned her.
Cupping between her thighs, I wrapped my other hand around her throat and squeezed as I tilted her face up to take her mouth again in a quick but brutal kiss. “And I’m not done.”
Releasing her, I put my palm between her shoulder blades and pushed so she was bent over the table.
I could’ve forced her legs apart. I could’ve used the restraints. I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t later on. But that time when I tasted her, I didn’t want it to be by surprise. I wanted her to offer herself to me.
Give herself to me.
“Spread your legs, Greer,” I ordered.
She shifted like she was going to, but my words stoked the nearby flame, and she froze.
“Say stop,” I tried instead.
If she did, I would remove her mask to show that it was just the two of us. It wouldn’t be a disappointment. I wanted to see her eyes. Wanted to know if the green overpowered the golden brown when she was turned on, or if it was the opposite. But I craved her nervousness, too. That fear.
The heady power that came from knowing I was pushing her out of her comfort zone, and she was willingly going because she wanted to listen to me.
To submit to me.
Her thighs shook as she spread them.
I ran my palm down her spine as I slowly knelt.
A sinner praying at the altar of heaven.
Moving my face to her soaked core, I paused just before touching her and inhaled deeply. She shifted her weight like she might close her legs, but she didn’t.
“Smell just as good as you taste, baby,” I reassured her. And then I ate.
Happily.
Desperately.
Gorging myself.
Every time her thighs began to shake, I eased back. And every time I eased back, she whispered curses. Murmured threats. Loudly begged.
It wasn’t long before the trembling didn’t stop, her pent-up need making her restless as she rocked against my face. Her movement cut off when I bit her clit between my teeth and rapidly flicked my tongue.
“Oh shit. Oh hell. Ohhh.”
I released it and gently licked up.
“Why do you—whoa!” she cried out as she jolted so hard, I worried she would tip the table. She started to stand before catching herself. “Don’t lick me there.”
I did it again, spearing my tongue into her tight hole before moving to bite her ass cheek.
Hard.
Hard enough that it would leave a mark, and right then, I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Greer. That’s not how this works.”
“But…” she started, the word trailing off as I licked her slit again. “But you said to tell you if I don’t like something.”
Gripping an ankle in each hand, I skimmed my hold up her calves.
Her thighs. Through the slickness that dripped down.
When I reached the top, I slid both thumbs into her pussy.
I kept one in place as I moved the other up to press against her ass.
I used her arousal to just barely breach it.
My voice was a low rumble. “You don’t like it? ”
“No,” she snapped, even as she rocked against me.
“That’s funny, baby, because your needy little holes are working so hard to get more.”
“I mean, I like that. A little. I think. But not your mouth on me.”
I teased my tongue across her clit before taking it and both thumbs away. “So I should stop licking you? Got it.”
“No. God no, please don’t stop. Just not my ass.”
“Okay, I won’t lick you there.”
She started to relax.
She really shouldn’t have.
“If you can honestly say you don’t like this,” I tacked on. And then I palmed her ass cheeks to spread them as I licked her ass, her pussy, her clit, and back again.
Using my tongue.
My teeth.
My fingers.
Working her until her sweetness coated my face and dripped down my chin.
She stopped arguing, and I would’ve rewarded her submission with an orgasm. I wanted to feel her come. Hear it.
Taste it until my tongue forgot every other flavor in the world because none of them compared to Greer.
But even with the way I relentlessly ate, following every nonverbal cue from her body, she didn’t fall.
I drove two fingers into her, curling them as I ordered, “Tell me what you need.”
“You’re doing it,” she cried. Actually cried. I could hear the tears of frustration before she looked over her shoulder to show them dripping down from under the mask. Her face was flushed, her hair sticking to her forehead.
If she’d already come, that view would be enough to force me to follow. But I hadn’t done my job yet.
“I’ll grab a toy from the cabinet.” I stood, but she violently shook her head.
“I don’t need a toy. I need you. Fuck me. Please. Please, please, please.”
Christ, she’s killing me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want her. Fuck, did I want her. More than anything or anyone in my entire life. But I wouldn’t be something she regretted.
And once the high of pleasure faded, that was exactly what I would be.
A mistake.
I’d been that enough. I wouldn’t be that to Greer. It would fucking eviscerate me.
“Not this time,” I said, the ache in my chest growing until I felt empty. I pushed it down to focus on her. Bending over her body, my lips skimmed her spine. Her shoulders. Her neck. “Tell me what’s happening.”
“It feels so good. Incredibly good. Better than anything has ever felt for anyone. Ever.”
I chuckled against her neck, and she whimpered as she tipped her head to give me more access. I bit down, and she let out a soft hiss.
“I took the teasing too far.” I rocked against her, her wetness soaking through the fabric of my pants. “Payback since you’ve been driving me outta my damn mind since that night on the roof.”
“What do you—” Her question ended in an outraged growl when I stepped away.
“We’ll take a break and try again in a minute.”
“If you stop, I will beat you with one of those giant dildos in the cabinet.”
“Then tell me what you need, Greer.” I teased my fingertip up and down her slit. “I don’t mind some direction. I’m a quick study. But I can’t do better if you don’t tell me where I’m going wrong.”
“You’re not,” she said softly. “It’s me. I’m what’s wrong.”
“That’s just not true.” I plucked the elastic holding the blindfold in place. “Is it the audience?”
“The…” she started before her body tightened. “Uh, no. I actually forgot all about that.” Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. “How did I forget about that?”
I kept the blindfold in place—for then, at least.
She took a few seconds before letting out a soft huff. “This happens a lot. Even by myself. I get close, but I can’t, you know, get there.”
“What do you usually do?” I asked as part of my mind wandered with questions.
What did she use by herself?
What did she think about while she touched her perfect little pussy?
Did she ever think about me?
“I give up and go to bed frustrated,” she said.