Shit.
I’d felt his impressive length, but it somehow hadn’t done the size of him justice. Not once it was free and out and straining for me.
Maybe it’s a good thing we aren’t having sex, after all. I don’t think it would hurt my alreadytenderbody.
I think it would split me in two.
How the hell am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?
My gaze caught on the gleaming metal barbell on the underside of the rounded head. “You’re pierced.”
“Covering or editing out tattoos is a pain in the ass I didn’t want to deal with.” He plucked the piercing and gave it a tug. “Had to rebel somehow.”
I was vaguely aware that I was staring as he shoved the bunched fabric off, taking his shoes and socks with it until he was naked. Deliciously naked. I wished I could enjoy the view.
Who was I kidding? I wasn’t dead. Ididenjoy it.
But it would’ve been infinitely better had all my self-doubts not come rushing back. I wondered if it was too late to change my mind. If my normal skills were nonexistent, they would be far less than that when I wasn’t able to take more than the thick head in my mouth.
Strong fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides gently as Tripp pried my gaze from his cock until I was forced to look at him. He held the intense eye contact and the firm grip, and the brain that just started functioning again went fuzzy.
Not too gently, he shoved me back until I bounced on the mattress. His body partially covered mine as he gave me a bruising kiss. His leg pressed between my own, prying them apart. He didn’t stop until his knee was tight against my still naked core.
Tripp didn’t rush through the kiss. It wasn’t a prerequisite he was checking off before getting to the good stuff.
The kisswasthe good stuff, and he seemed content to stay there for hours.
More than content. Especially when he ground his knee harder against my core, a move that also rocked his hardness against me. Slick pre-cum coated my skin, and he used it to glide faster.
Despite being sated to the point of near coma, my own pelvis rocked to meet each thrust. Seeking friction on his leg with a desperation that should’ve been embarrassing.
But then he let out a gruff whimper that embedded itself deep into my brain. Into my memories. Into my DNA. It etched itself in to become such a vital part of my being, I would hear the erotically loaded sound for the rest of my life.
I wanted more of it.
No.
Ineededmore of it.
When I tore my mouth away, Tripp gave a disgruntled growl before I said, “I want to suck you. Please.”
“Christ, every time I think I’ve heard the sexiest thing from that fuckable mouth, you open it and say something even better.” Contrary to his words, he paused to brush my hair back so he could study my face. He must’ve seen the need there because he finally moved. Not to sprawl out on the bed like I’d expected, leaving me to crouch over him.
Instead, he knelt by my head as he continued soothingly stroking my hair back. “Pinch me if you need to stop.”
My brows lowered. “What? Why?”
“Because it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”
That was the only warning I got before his gentle touch turned into him fisting my hair. I gasped at the pull of pain, and he used the opening.
Used the openingandme.
Literally.
His cock surged into my mouth, testing my very modest limits with shallow strokes. My lips stretched wide to accommodatehim, 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.”
