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He stood before me, his eyes boring into mine and his fingers tapping the counter with frustration. What he was feeling was completely lost on me, but I knew it had something to do with Hunter.
"It's been two years since anyone has touched me," I confessed. "Hunter and I broke up after college, he left town, and I never thought we'd get another chance. Then he came back and wanted to try again, only it faded into nothing. He hasn't touched me since he came back into my life. Do you know how that makes me feel? To think someone wants you, loves you, then doesn't even want to be with you? I broke up with him eight days ago, Tripp. I'm not asking for a happily ever after from you, but I am asking you to do all those things you said you wanted to do to me when I was just your Coconut. Empower me. Show me I'm worth more than a frantic phone call because he can't find me on a random Friday night."
Tripp took two long strides, and I was in his arms. He was carrying me as his lips crashed into mine, and we made our way into his bedroom. We left our phones in the kitchen, and once the buzzing was no longer in our ears, it was like Hunter disappeared altogether.
My legs were around Tripp's waist, and I was pulling at his shirt, desperate to take it off, even though it was impossible with how tightly he held me. I started moving my hips, grinding on his stomach before he threw me from his arms, landing me in the center of his bed.
"You better not regret this, Coconut. Because I've been trying to be nice."
"You've been tempting me since we met and you know it."
"My honest words and my angry actions are not the same thing."
"There's no reason to be angry. We all have exes, just do what you said you wanted to do and make me forget mine."
Stepping up to the end of the bed, he pulled me by my ankles so that I was on the edge and then pushed my legs apart, making me open for him as he gazed down at me. The shorts I wore to the game and the Inferno t-shirt I bought when I got there were still covering my body. Tripp still had a tight hold on my ankles so that I couldn't move my legs, but I slowly started pulling my shirt up, exposing my stomach inch by inch.
"Don't worry," I smirked. "I'm using you, too."
His snarl told me I didn't quite hit the mark, but he didn't pull away. Letting go of my ankles, he reached behind his head, pulled his shirt off, and tossed it onto the floor. Then he popped the button on his jeans and let them hang open while his hands returned to me.
Sliding from my knees to my thighs, Tripp kneaded my skin, making me moan. He undid my shorts and pulled them off quickly, throwing them farther than he did his shirt. My knees were bent, and the heels of my feet were on the edge of the bed, holding me up while he stared down at me.
"You better not hate me for this," he bit out.
"Please," I begged. He had to keep going, or I was going to scream.
His hands skimmed my sides, and he pushed the t-shirt over my head. My hands grasped my breasts, squeezing them as he watched me unravel.
"Why wouldn't he want to touch this? See this?" Tripp mused, almost to himself.
"Am I going to have to make you forget about him?" I teased, throwing his words back at him. He shouldn't have cared about Hunter. It shouldn't have bothered him when I was practically begging him to fuck me.
My words pushed Tripp over the edge, and he flipped me around roughly, then pulled my ass into the air. His hand came down hard on my right cheek, a sting that somehow felt like a punishment. Only with Tripp it felt good, warranted. He was having trouble with something, and I was only goading him, making him crazier.
"Again," I moaned, listening to his heavy breathing behind me. "Make it hurt."
He did, and I moaned louder, squealing from how much harder his hand came down that time. His fingers started pressing on the center of my panties that covered my pussy, and he rubbed the wetness that had gathered in the thin fabric. When he snuck a finger into my folds, I started moving against him, already wanting to come from such a simple touch.
"It's been so long," I tried reminding him. "It just feels too good being touched, Tripp. So dang good."
"You should always be touched like this," he growled. "Why hasn't he touched you like this?"
He was bringing Hunter up again, and as mad as I wanted to be, it was turning me on more to hear him so angry that someone, even if it wasn't him, hadn't been making me feel as good as I did then.
"He's scared," I guessed, unsure of Hunter's problem, but I wanted to play along with Tripp. He wanted answers, and even though I didn't have the right ones, I knew it was turning him on to hear how much Hunter had let me down and how he was the one fixing it all.
"Scared of what?"
"Not being able to make me come."
"Did he ever make you come?"
"Once," I remembered. "My eyes were closed and I was picturing someone in the corner, watching us."
"Who was in the corner?"
"No face, no name, but just the idea of someone watching us made it more erotic."
