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“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?”
“Mmm.” He licks the underside and seals his lips over the tip, and even though he’s sucking gently it feels like he’s pulling every nerve ending, every brain cell, all my oxygen into my cock, so that the only thing I’m capable of feeling is his wet heat on my shaft. “Taken this full, fat dick all the way down their throat.”
“I don’t think…” I can’t get even get the words out before his nose is brushing against my pelvis, his throat constricting around my length. He pulls back and does it again. And again. Taking me deeper than I thought possible and making gurgling, squelching sounds as he coats me with his saliva.
When he mentioned pounding into him earlier, I assumed he meant the other hole, not the one he needs to breathe. As deep as I am, my cock has to be choking him, yet I can’t seem to find the strength to pull away. The sight of him on his knees, mouth stretched wide around me, is more captivating than I expected it to be. The sloppiness of it is carnal even though the act of taking me into his body is beautiful, a contradiction I can’t look away from.
Moving on autopilot, my abs flex as my dick spears between his lips while his eyes flutter in some sort of hedonistic bliss… I’m engulfed in a vortex of pleasure and emotion, a fog of ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can’t tell if I’m floating or falling, groaning or whimpering. All I know is both my body and mind are reeling, overwhelmed by what Tripp’s doing to me.
Rocking onto the balls of my feet, I chase his mouth, yelping when he unexpectedly gives my sac a firm tug and pulls off me with a ‘pop.’
“Don’t be greedy, champ. I want that cock in my ass before you bust that nut.” He stands up and takes his pants off as I kick mine away from my feet, crawling onto the bed on all fours. Even with the jersey hanging off his lean frame, I can see his dick hanging between his legs. Before I can take it in my hand, he flicks his head toward the pants crumpled on my floor and says, “There’s lube in my back pocket. Get yourself nice and slick.”
I fish the lube out and slather it over my dick while Tripp eyes me ravenously, biting his lip to stifle a moan as he watches my fist slide along my length. It’s a show he’s undoubtedly put on before, but I let myself indulge in the fantasy that it’s just for me. That only I can make him so desperate.
Once I’m coated in the gel, I step behind him, but instead of pushing inside I take his cock in my hand and stroke him slowly, noting how it makes him arch his spine as he pushes into my grip. “Trying to get me to catch up?”
“Not really.” I swipe my thumb over his slit and give him a few languid pumps. “You said you like having your dick played with, so…”
“If you hadn’t made me wait two weeks for your cock I wouldn’t object, but since you deprived me of all cocks except yours, I’m not feeling very patient. Now put your hands on my hips and give it to me.”
Though I fully expected Tripp to honor my request not to sleep around while he’s sleeping with me, the fact that he basically admitted he’s mine—for now—while wearing my name on his back erases all my restraint.
I line myself up, nudging just the crown of my dick inside his hole. Then I grip his hips and thrust forward.
The cry that rumbles from his throat is filled with both need and relief, a strange mix of satisfaction and yearning. I want to savor it, but the pressure that engulfs my dick makes it impossible to think of anything beyond staving off my release.
“God, how are you tighter?” I rasp, chest heaving as I try to fill my lungs with the air they can’t seem to hold. I tried to recreate the feeling of Tripp’s body with my hand, to recapture the sensations I’m feeling now without being buried inside him. I could never get my fist tight enough. Or hot enough. I’d always end up feeling empty. Unfulfilled.
Fuck…, being joined to him, I’m basically in free fall, spiraling uncontrollably as I struggle not to lose control.
“Maybe you’re bigger.” His voice helps to ground me. “My blow jobs must agree with you.”
