Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
OR MAYBE IT CAN…
TRIPP
Iexpected Greer to press her lips together. To tell me it was nothing. To lie to my face.
She didn’t.
Everything spilled free. The way her ex had treated her. That her parents’ split was because of cheating, but also because her dad was taking kickbacks. That he would be pleading guilty, which said he wasn’t a total piece of shit.
Her ex was a different story.
Greer swiped at her cheeks with trembling fingers. “And Josh saw the videos of us. He said if I don’t get him roles in your movies, he’s going to release the evidence he has of my dad selling Xanax. If that happens, my dad’s deal might get rescinded.”
“I’ll take care of that,” I said, already knowing what I had to do.
“You can’t. You shouldn’t. He might hold it over my head forever, using it to weasel more and more out of his threats. If I quit, he’ll lose the leverage.”
“You’re not quitting.”
“But what if he releases it? My mom has already been through so much. And now that we’re linked, it might blow back on you.”
Her concern broke my damn heart.
I tossed the flogger onto the mattress next to her so I could cup her face and stroke my thumbs across her cheeks. “Poor baby. No wonder you’re so stressed. You’ve got the whole fucking world on your shoulders, worrying about everyone else.”
“I used to be better at handling it. I packed everything away in boxes.” She tried to laugh but it came out as a pathetic little scoff. “But then you came and broke all those down.”
She tried to look away, but I forced her focus back to me. “You don’t need to pack it away. I’m here. Let me take care of you. I’ll listen when that’s all you want, and I’ll take control when you need it. But this bullshit? This is an easy fix.”
“It is?”
“Very.”
Her shoulders relaxed as she fell forward, burying her face in my neck and nearly knocking me off balance. “I’m sorry. This is such a mess, and I’m supposed to be making your life easier.”
“You do. You make it better than I ever thought it could be.” I gripped her upper arms and pushed her back so I could see her face. “Is there anything else I should know?”
She pulled out of my grip. I braced, but all she did was hand me the flogger before rolling back into position as best as she could with her panties still tangled around her legs. With a heavy exhale, her body loosened as she waited.
My blows were gentler than before, but with as tender as her inflamed skin was, I had no doubt they stung like a bitch.
She took a shuddering inhale. “I hated thinking you were on that stupid dating app. I had no clue if disabling your account would do anything, but I told myself it would help because I couldn’t stand the thought of women simply seeing your profile.”
“I hated thinking you were fine with it. Christ, Greer, it killed me when you said you didn’t care about those women in the bathroom last night.”
“Because I knew you didn’t do anything. If I thought for even a second that something had happened, I would’ve gotten into my first fist fight. And it would’ve been with you, not them.”
“You knew?”
“I’ve seen what I look like after we have sex or after you use my mouth. Their makeup was still in place. Their lips weren’t swollen. One of them was able to stand. None of that would be possible if you’d been with them. Beyond that, you weren’t hard.”
I gripped her hip and tugged her to the edge so she could feel that wasn’t true right then. “For you, always. For anyone else? Fuck no.”
She hissed and whimpered, and it was more than I could take. I freed my cock, but I didn’t slam into her like we both wanted. I teased the pierced head along her slit, gathering her wetness before pressing against her ass. Just a little. Just enough to breach the tight hole.
“What else?” I asked.
“More. Please, Tripp.” When I didn’t give in to her begging, she rocked against me.
I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back, but I gathered my willpower to stop her before she hurt herself. “What else?”
“That I didn’t think I could have you as anything more than temporary, and I lied to myself that it was okay.
That I could keep my feelings separate. That protecting my heart was more important than honesty because if other people could hurt me, you could burn me until there was nothing left.
But it didn’t matter. I love you even though I tried so hard not to. ”
Her words ricocheted in my head. In my chest. They filled that constant chasm of emptiness until I knew I would never feel it again as long as I had her.
“I tried so hard to make you love me,” I said. “And we both know who is in control of you.”
She trembled and tried again to move, but I shifted to position myself at her slick pussy.
“Stop.”
Like I’d always said, the one word brought everything to a halt. I released my hold on her and stepped away.
“Wait, no, not that kind of stop,” she said in a breathless rush as she went onto her knees. “I meant don’t move from where you were. I’ve, uh, never done that before. Obviously. But it felt good. I want more, Sir.”
“Are you sure?”
There was zero hesitation in her nod. “I want to at least try.”
Hearing her sweet voice make such a filthy request.
Seeing the desire in her hazel eyes.
Knowing she trusted me enough to try something new.
It was almost enough to make me come right then and there.
“Strip,” I told her as I tossed the flogger back onto the bed. I rushed to do the same before moving to the cabinet to get the lube. When I returned, Greer was naked with her ass in the air again.
I broke the seal on the bottle before coating my dick, being careful not to touch too much since the view of her spread before me was testing my endurance.
I took my time when it came to prepping her.
Sliding my fingers into her pussy. Stroking her clit.
Teasing the tight rim of her ass over and over with her own juices before adding the slick lubricant.
I worked it into her with one finger before carefully adding another.
I was trying to be thorough. Greer had given me her trust, and I would live and die to protect it.
But my control snapped when she looked over her shoulder at me with unfocused eyes. “I need you, Tripp.”
Quickly adding more lube down her crack and along my length, I lined myself up and rocked in with shallow thrusts that took me a little deeper each time.
There was no way I was filling her all the way her first time, but that didn’t matter.
Even halfway into that incredible tightness was enough for me.
Too much for me.
I breathed through my nose, fighting to stop myself from coming as I went faster. Harder. I wasn’t the only one on edge.
Pleas and curses fell from Greer’s mouth in a raspy whisper as her thighs shook.
“I wish you could see how greedily you take me,” I gritted out, watching half of my thick cock disappear into her tight hole.
“More. Please, more.”
I wasn’t going to give her any more length, but when I tore my focus from our connection, I decided I could give her more fullness.
Reaching to the side, I grabbed the flogger before turning it.
Moving slow and cautious, I withdrew to the tip before sliding the thin handle into her pussy.
I didn’t have the chance to find an angle or a rhythm to alternate.
She swayed back, pushing more of my dick inside her with the handle still filling her.
And then she came with a loud cry, her body shuddering as her ass strangled my dick.
The sensation was so good. So powerful. It was my turn to be greedy.
I left the handle in place as I thrust faster. “Play with your clit.”
“I can’t,” she said with a rapid shake of her head that had me seeing double.
“I didn’t ask if you could. I said to do it.”
“It’s too much.”
“But I know you can take it. You’re so brave. So fucking strong. I want one more, okay? I’ve got you.”
Her arm stretched underneath her body as she did as I ordered. Her hips moved in tight circles as she worked her clit. The obscene sound of her drenched pussy was already about to send me over the edge before she tightened around me with a strained cry.
My orgasm hit hard. It would’ve taken me to my knees if that hadn’t meant pulling out of heaven. Since that sure as fuck wasn’t an option, I locked my legs as I plunged in, my hot release filling her.
Even once I was done, I wanted to stay there forever. Knowing she had to be sore, I gripped her hips as I carefully slid free. Other than a muffled whine, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t move—not that she could’ve. I kept my hold tight so I could look.
The soaked flogger still pressed deep in her pussy.
My cum dripping out of her.
Her cum dripping out of her.
My perfect siren, so damn messy for me.
Only for me.