Chapter 21 #2
His cock surged into my mouth, testing my very modest limits with shallow strokes. My lips stretched wide to accommodate him, my tongue moving on its own accord to lick and taste as the metal clanged against the back of my teeth.
“Fuck,” he drawled on a low groan. “Just like that.”
I wasn’t even sure what I was doing, but his approval spurred me on to open and take as he fucked my face with increasingly brutal thrusts.
I tried to blink them back, but tears of strain filled my eyes before slowly leaking out. With Tripp’s focus locked on our connection, there was no way he would miss them, and I hoped like hell he wouldn’t stop.
My fear was for nothing.
His hooded eyes darkened as he tracked a streaming tear and lost his rhythm. He pushed in deeper, stopping just before the point of pain. More tears fell down my cheeks as I fought to keep my throat relaxed. He gathered one on his fingertip. Then then next. And the next.
And then he ran his damp finger along the exposed section of his shaft that I couldn’t fit in my mouth before fisting it.
Using my tears to stroke himself.
Suddenly, breathing no longer seemed important, and I shifted to urge him deeper. He followed my wordless demand. Or maybe he just did what he wanted. Either way, his rough hold moved from my hair to grip my face and force my mouth wider as he fucked my face with harsh thrusts.
“Take those pretty tits out,” he gritted out.
I did as he said with none of my usual worry about their small size or how they sat. There was no way I could feel anything but desirable with the intense lust that was evident in Tripp’s expression and the depraved way he used me.
I knew he was getting close when his plunges grew jerky and clipped. His tone held the same tight control when he asked, “Do you want my cum down your throat, baby? Or painted all over your perfect tits?”
I’d never swallowed before, but I would happily try.
Just not right then.
Right then, he was offering me what I craved. An in-person view of him touching himself.
I couldn’t voice my choice with my mouth full, but my eyes must’ve done it for me.
That edged smirk curved his mouth. “You want to see me stroke my cock for you? See what it’s looked like every time I’ve jacked off thinking about you?
” He pushed in farther, a guttural groan vibrating through him as my throat convulsively swallowed around his length.
“Because I’ve lost track of how many times the fantasy of you has gotten me off.
And, baby, none of my wildest dreams ever came close to this. ”
His words rocked me, but I didn’t have time to dwell on them. My focus was on his hard-on as he pulled it free. An embarrassing amount of saliva trailed from my mouth to it, but Tripp didn’t seem to share my disgust. Like my tears, he gathered the slick dribble and used it to fist himself.
But that wasn’t enough.
He reached between my legs to gather the moisture that pooled at my core and coated himself in that, too.
And then he stroked himself with savage, brutal movements until it was little more than a blur.
His neck muscles corded, and his shoulders bunched like he was fighting the urge to drop his head back.
Instead, his gaze roved over me. My own eyes.
My mouth. My tits. My pussy. He gripped the bunched fabric of my dress in his other hand, pulling it taut as he pinned me in place.
As if I wanted to be anywhere but right there.
His first shot of cum startled me as it splashed against my skin. His white-knuckled grip kept the grueling pace as more warm liquid landed on me.
Painted me, just as he promised.
Marking me as his, even if just for the moment.
It wasn’t enough for him.
Because as he caught his breath, his gaze stayed on the mess he’d created before he ran his finger through it.
No.
Finger painted with it. Dipping his finger in a few times to gather more, he traced something across my chest.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, my voice somewhere between a moan and a carefree laugh.
“Signing my name.” He finished, and a lazy smile curved his mouth. “My favorite autograph I’ve ever signed.”
“You’re insane,” I said, that time with carefree laughter.
“What? I thought you of all people would enjoy the organization.”
“What organization?”
Tripp met my confused gaze with his own wicked heat. “Labeling my property.”
Icouldn’t sleep.
Unlike the night before, I hadn’t been in a complete fog when we left Gilded. That meant I’d easily recognized that Tripp once again hadn’t taken me home.
Well, not to my home.
When I’d pointed out that there was no car to pick up in the morning so we didn’t need to be closer, he’d countered with the fact I was supposed to go to his house on Saturday anyway to work.
My stance wasn’t firm to begin with, but I folded when he reminded me that the new wall calendar was sitting in a package on his kitchen island.
It was a good and effective rebuttal.
Bribed with an administrative tool.
I really was a nerd.
After everything we’d done together—to each other—I’d thought he would sleep in bed with me. I’d hoped he would. But he hadn’t come into the bedroom. At least not while I was still there. I’d stepped out of the bathroom to find one of his tees waiting on the bed and an ice water on the nightstand.
And no sign of the man himself.
I tossed and flopped on the big mattress before kicking a leg out to roll the other way. And then back. Then back again.
I should’ve been asleep. I’d been awake since the early hours, our time at Gilded had taken more out of me than an hour of yoga followed by a five-mile hike, and it was late.
It didn’t matter.
Sleep wasn’t happening.
I thought about creeping through the house to see if Tripp had a home gym.
He was in such amazing shape—I’d seen the naked proof of it—that it was a safe bet.
Terrorizing myself with the stationary bike in my apartment’s meager gym was how I usually dealt with my rare bouts of stress-induced insomnia, but I doubted my body could handle the pelvic pressure.
I also doubted it would help.
Only one thing would.
Or one man, in my case.
It’ll only be for a little bit. Then I’ll be up by six anyway.
Decision reached, I threw off the blanket I’d made a mess of and climbed from the bed. I crept out to the hallway before hesitating outside of the guest room. The door was cracked, with no sign of a phone light or TV illuminating the darkened space.
Apparently, I’m the only one having trouble sleeping.
Part of me wanted to quietly backtrack so I didn’t disturb Tripp. Most of me wanted to climb into bed next to him.
I hesitated, unsure which to do.
The choice was made for me.
“What’s wrong, siren?” he called, his voice lacking any of the gruff signs he’d been asleep.
I rolled my lips in, tempted to lie and say I was just going to watch TV or something. Or maybe flee like I’d been caught doing something wrong.
“I asked you a question, Greer.”
At the authoritative demand in his tone, the truth tumbled free. “I can’t sleep, so I was coming to see if you couldn’t sleep and if you wanted to come sleep with me. But you were probably already asleep, and so now I’m going to go try to sleep. And also try to stop saying sleep so much.”
The bed creaked, and I turned to haul ass back to the room. I didn’t make it far before his arm went around my waist to drag me against him. His face buried into my neck.
His stubbly jaw grazed the skin there when he asked, “You want me to sleep with you?”
“I mean, if you want to. Or not. Totally up to you. No biggie either way.”
I cringed at my rambling nonsense, but he just chuckled. “How about this? You no longer have a choice because it is a biggie to me. It was killing me to give you space. If you don’t need it, I’m sure as fuck not giving it.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, but my body knew. It leaned back into him.
“Bed,” he prodded, verbally and physically moving me forward.
And I happily went, no longer feeling silly or needy for wanting his company.
I had no choice about it.
Just like I had no choice about how to sleep. There was no tense awkwardness while we stayed stiff as boards next to each other. Instead, he instantly rolled me so my front was pressed to his side, my head was on his chest, and my leg was thrown over his.
It was the most comfortable I’d ever been, and he made it somehow better still by pressing his lips to my forehead and keeping them there.
The steady sound of his heart in my ear was like the best white noise, soothing me until my lids grew heavier and heavier. I was nearly asleep when another exhausted admission decided to spill from my filterless mouth. “I liked the bondage room a lot more than the window room.”
There was a strain of cocky arrogance in his whisper. “Good to know I was right.”
I rolled my eyes, but since it was too dark for him to see, I verbally let him know. “FYI, I just rolled my eyes at you.”
“Figured as much.”
I tried to let him rest but my curiosity got the better of me. “How did you know I would like it? I hadn’t thought I would.”
In all honesty, I’d half expected to have a panic attack at being so helpless. I definitely hadn’t thought that feeling of powerlessness would help fuel my orgasms.
“You like your arms held,” he said.
My voice was barely above a mutter. “Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with that.”
“Because you’re used to taking care of everything and everyone.
Being held down or in the bondage room forces you to give up that control.
You didn’t have to think. There were no responsibilities.
All you had to do was let me take care of you.
” He went for the heart when he added, “Fuck knows someone should.”
My chin lifted. “I take care of myself just fine.”
“I know, baby. And you do a great job.” He pressed another kiss to my forehead as he squeezed me tighter.
Whether it was affectionate comfort or a preventative measure in case I was annoyed enough to leave, I wasn’t sure.
If it was the latter, it was unnecessary.
He’d pretty much hit the nail on the head, but he wasn’t done.
His voice was so tender, I thought I might cry when he added, “But you deserve a break.”
I wasn’t sure whether I should be terrified he’d managed to see so far beyond the perfect exterior I worked hard to project, proud that he thought I did a great job, or touched that he recognized the truth.
I did need a break, and the only other people who ever offered me that consideration were Maddie and Wren.
My brain settled on an odd mix of the three before deciding that it was past time for me to shut up.
After I whispered, “Then I guess you should take me to that room again.”
I could feel and hear the smile in his one-word response. “Happily.”