Christ, she tasted good. I lapped my tongue through her wetness, her soft moans like fuel to the fire burning in my veins. I sucked the little nub into my mouth, and Greer jolted. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away or push herself closer. It didn’t matter.
The choice wasn’t hers.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WHO KNEW THE B-LISTER HAD SO MUCH CONTROL?
TRIPP
Tearing my mouth away, Ibit 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… thoughtItasted 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.”
