CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE NEPO BABY HASN’T EVEN BEEN SEEN EATING OUT. WHAT KIND OF CONTRACT DID HE SIGN FOR THE NEW MOVIE?
GREER
Tripp must’ve seen what heneeded to in my unfocused eyes because he did as I asked. He bit down as he curved his fingers, launching me off the edge again. He didn’t ease back. He didn’t gentle his touch. He continued his feast, wordlessly demanding more.
“I can’t,” I whispered, but it came out feeble.
“You can, and you will.” He slid his fingers out of me. “Even if you can’t, I’m not done, so you’ll have to stand there and take it.”
Oh hell.
Despite the objection that I’d just voiced, I rocked against him. Seeking more. Feeling so empty.
He fixed that, but not in the way I was wordlessly pleading for. His finger that was slick with my release didn’t press back into my sex. He pushed it into my ass, going slow. Easing in and pausing to let me adjust before adding more.
The unfamiliar invasion left me full to the point of bursting, but it wasn’t enough for Tripp.
He moved his other hand up, savagely filling my pussy again with two thick fingers. Using his mouth to work my clit, he quickly sent me through another orgasm before immediately building the next.
One I wasn’t sure I would survive.
Actually, that wasn’t true. I knew I wouldn’t. My spent body was already racked with pulsing tremors, and each flick of his tongue or thrust of his fingers was enough to send jolts of pain to mix with the pleasure until I wasn’t sure which was which.
“Please, no more,” I tried, fighting against the restraints, his invasion, and the quickly stoking pleasure.
“One more, baby,” he rumbled against me. “I know you can give it to me.”
I laughed, but it came out as a choked sob. “I’m not giving it to you.” I rattled the fastenings. “I don’t have a choice.”
“Fuuuuck,” he drawled quietly. “You’re right. You don’t have a choice, so stop fighting it.”
I hadn’t meant the words as anything good. And his weren’t much better. Neithershouldhave been arousing. Not when I was so tender, so overwrought, that I was blinking back tears.
But like the night before, the lack of control burrowed into some twisted part of me. It cleared away the last bit of useless struggle, forcing me to submit as pleasure zipped through me like every atom in my being was having its own orgasm.
My vision tunneled, bright flashes of light exploding in my periphery like my head was a kaleidoscope of technicolor wonder. The last bit of strength left me, and my knees buckled, unable to fully support my weight. The restraints did what my weak muscles couldn’t and held me upright.
But only until Tripp made quick work of the intimidating latches. Once I was free, he lowered me to his lap and massaged my tingling skin.
At least, I was pretty sure he did.
It might’ve been hard for him to do so since I was no longer a sentient person.
I was floating. A cloud maybe. Or a happy little bubble, light and carefree.
I was barely aware of anything but where my body touched his. No thoughts. No emotions.
Just my happy, little bubble life that was jostled when he stood, taking me with him. We glided across the room, and I settled on something soft right before something hard settled onto me.
I’m going to pop.
I lifted my lids that I hadn’t realized I’d closed to look up at Tripp through hazy eyes. He propped a hand next to my shoulder to hold most of his weight off me, but I could still feel him.
Allof him.
I spread my legs automatically, crying out when his hips fell between my thighs to press his hardness against my sore sex.
