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“Puppy dog eyes?”
“You know, the sad, helpless stare cute little animals give you when they want something. I don’t usually consider it a good look on a man but you’re sexy enough to pull it off. Besides, if a man misses my cock enough to silently plead for it, it’d be pretty cruel to deny him.”
“I wasn’t pleading. I was… Trying to gauge your interest.”
“Sure, you were.” He pats my chest as he brushes past me and sets his keys on the foyer table. “In that case, I’d say you could just ask if I want to fuck, but since I’m always interested you can skip that step and just say your place or mine. Now, show me to your bedroom. I assume you’ve got a giant bed and I think we should use every inch of it.” He walks further into the house.
My body is intrigued by that plan if my rapid heartbeat is any indication, but my mind is stuck on logistics. Do we really just go at it without any buddy stuff?
When he’s a few paces away Tripp pauses and shoots me a puzzled look over his shoulder. “Fucking against the wall works too if that’s what you want…”
Ducking my head, I rub my hand over the back of my neck. “I…”
“Why is timid Noah back?” He faces me, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I thought you were pretty clear on wanting to explore sex with me.”
“Well, yeah. I do, but…”
His eyes soften when I bring mine to meet them. “You need me to seduce you, is that it?”
I shrug sheepishly. With a subtle sigh, he closes the distance between us and starts kissing my throat, his hands roaming over my chest, down my stomach, ghosting over my groin. “What are you in the mood for? A striptease? A lap dance? A massage?”
Threading my fingers through his hair, I capture the strands in a gentle grip and tug his head back so I can see his eyes. “Why are you really wearing my jersey?”
A slight crease forms between his brows. “I told you, it matches the hair.”
“I don’t buy it. You heard the same conversation I did between Xander and Niko. You know it’s not just a jersey when you’re sleeping with the person wearing it.”
“I’d never heard that until tonight.” He makes an imaginary cross over his chest.
“But you wanted me to see you in it. Didn’t you?” That’s more of a gut instinct than a statement, until I catch his eyes darting away from mine for a brief second.
“It might have occurred to me that you’d want to fuck me in it.”
It’s an offhand remark, delivered with the same sass he’s prone to using when he wants to bait me, but it confirms that he thought of me despite not making the effort to get in touch. And even though he explained that earlier when he implied he’s letting me dictate our encounters, it’s not until just now that I understand giving me control doesn’t mean he’s not interested. Or that he hasn’t given me a second thought while we’ve been apart.
That knowledge sends a bolt of lust coursing through my veins, which I’m guessing Tripp can sense since his hand starts softly kneading my cock. Either that or he noticed my gaze was focused on his lips and decided to distract me.
I’m a little bummed because even though there’s lots of things I still haven’t done with another man, I sort of assumed kissing would be one of the first, and we haven’t done that yet. I’m starting to think Tripp prefers it that way, though I hope I’m wrong about that. I’d love to feel his mouth on mine.
“You like that idea. Pounding into me while I’m wearing your number.” It’s a confirmation, not a question, as his hand drifts lower, rubbing my balls over the denim of my jeans.
Since it’s hard to acknowledge that without sounding as possessive as seeing him in my jersey makes me feel, all I can do is grunt. And grip his hair a little tighter.
Tripp’s eyes flutter shut on a sharp inhale, mouth morphing into a sly smile as the breath slowly escapes. “Hard and fast, huh big guy? Is that how you want me?” When I manage only another grunt he rises to his toes and growls into my ear. “Bedroom. Now.”
I release his hair and grab his hand, pulling him behind me until we reach my room. But before I can get him on the bed he plants his feet, forcing me to turn and face him.
“This time you get to be the naked one while I’m clothed. Mostly.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt and peels it up and over my head without any help from me, which makes my knees go weak. No one’s ever been able to undress me on their own—I’m too tall—but since Tripp’s only a few inches shorter he manages with ease, and I find that I really like the act of being undressed instead of doing it myself.
With my shirt out of the way, Tripp kisses a path over my chest, licking my nipples as his fingertips trace the ridges of my abs. This, too, is a new experience. Not in the sense that no one’s ever put their mouth on me, just not in the way he does it, with sighs and moans and curses that suggest he has some sort of reverence for my body. Every inch of it.
I’ve never felt so admired. So appreciated. While Tripp has made no secret of the fact he likes my body, up until this point all physical contact seemed geared toward my benefit. My pleasure. Right now, it feels like he’s exploring me for his.
Dazed from his touch, it takes me a second to realize he’s worked my pants open and is shoving them off my hips, boxers too, leaving my full cock on display. I might be self-conscious about that except for the fact Tripp watches it hungrily, licking his lips like he’s stalking prey. Once again, I react to his intense perusal with a full body shiver, my engorged length bobbing eagerly under his feral gaze. He drops to the ground and takes it in his fist, looking up at me with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Has anyone ever swallowed this gorgeous dick?”
I suck in a surprised breath when he swirls his tongue around the crown. “Swallowed?”
