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“You honestly expect me to believe you didn’t foresee this outcome? The way to a man’s dick is through his stomach, and you combined my two favorite things, meat and pie.” I raise my fingers as I list off my weaknesses. “Sneaky bastard.”
“A, I didn’t know meat—” he catches the smirk on my face and connects the dirty dots. “I didn’t know pie was one of your favorite things. And B, the saying is actually ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“Not this man.” I shake my head vigorously.
“Are you saying you don’t have a heart?” Noah cocks his head to the side as his eyes drift over me.
“If I do it’d take a hell of a lot more than food to find it. My cock on the other hand,” I rush to change the subject, “responds to pretty much anything. But a bet’s a bet so tonight we get to play with yours.”
I drop to the floor and crawl between Noah’s thick thighs, noting how he tenses when my palm connects with his bare knee. “Change your mind?”
His head swivels so slowly it’s hard to tell whether it’s moving, but his mouth stays shut. I let my hand drift higher, fingertips sliding under the thin fabric of his shorts to press against the inside of his thigh. He sucks in a breath of air as his eyes grow wide, seemingly caught between wanting me to retreat or push forward.
“Okay?” I rub my thumb back and forth over the soft skin of his inner leg, hoping that will both soothe and excite him.
“Feels…” He exhales deeply as he relaxes into the cushions behind him. “Feels nice.”
Using far more control than I thought I possessed, I linger in the same spot, gently sliding my fingers over his skin as I watch him for signs of distress, another thing I’ve never tried to do with my hand inches from a guy’s junk.
Noah’s chest rises and falls with measured breaths, not panicked, but not without tension either. A forced calm, as if he’s both anxious and afraid to enjoy what I’m doing.
“Lean back and close your eyes,” I say softly.
The twist of his head is less hesitant now. “I want to watch.”
“You will. But first you need to relax. Stop thinking about what’s happening or what’s going to happen and just feel.”
The words are meant for him, but I find myself following the same instructions. Whether that’s an effort to set a good example, or an attempt to stick to this slow pace, I have no idea. I just know that for the first time in, maybe ever, I’m noticing how soft skin feels on the inner thigh. How hair tickles the pads of my fingers when I barely graze it. How muscles tense when you first touch them and unwind the longer that connection remains.
And while I still haven’t seen or touched his cock, mine is enthralled.
Chapter nine
Noah
Trusting that Tripp knows what he’s doing, I close my eyes and let my head fall to the cushions, focusing on the feel of his hand on my leg rather than what other parts of my body may or may not be doing.
It’s warm…heavy, except at his fingertips, which are ghosting over my skin. Down to my knee, up to mid-thigh, occasionally dipping to the inside, Tripp’s touch is calming. Except when it inches higher and sparks a tiny little flutter of awareness deep inside my groin. It's a rumble of need that coaxes my dormant sense of desire out of hiding.
And wow—he’s only touching my leg, but by concentrating on that point of contact my entire body seems to come alive. A pleasant warmth radiates out from his palm, seeping into my limbs, my extremities, even my chest, which rises in rhythm with the glide of his hand rather than my attempts to force breath. And then his hand slips higher.
The general sense of warmth becomes more acute, settling deep in my stomach. All while subtle, yet persistent, waves stretch toward my balls. A satisfied moan wafts over my ears, though whether it came from me or Tripp I can’t say. I don’t even really care, since I’m guessing that noise is responsible for Tripp’s hand inching higher until his fingers are mere inches away from my nuts.
My answering inhale isn’t sharp, but it is deep, filling my lungs with the air needed to steady myself amid the torrent of sensations flooding my nerves from that one, simple advance. That’s when I realize Tripp’s hand is high enough to reach my dick, if it were still resting against my thigh. Only it isn’t.
It’s pushing against the fabric of my shorts.
“There you are.” Tripp’s voice is thick and sweet, like honey, drizzling over my heated skin. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
My eyes snap open just in time to see the heated gleam in Tripp’s as he stares at the slight tent in my shorts. He leans forward without warning, mouthing my cock over my shorts. His warm breath makes me jump against the material between us.
Oh, God.
Sparks zing from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip as a steady hum surges to a crescendo. The sheer intensity would have me sinking to my knees if I wasn’t already seated on the couch.
My jaw falls open on a silent moan as my cock swells, the tiny pulses of my heartbeat feeling more like beats on a snare drum in my rapidly growing dick.
“So excited,” he mumbles between open-mouthed kisses, the heat of his mouth making my shorts damp as my dick twitches again. “You’re good for my ego.”
