Page 48 of Your Play to Call
The water hits right below my now bare breasts. Tripp leans his head back, brows raised, and mouth pressed together, as he takes me in.
“Perfect. You’re perfect. I feel like I’m fucking dreaming.” His words fall on top of each other before he puts his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking and lightly using his teeth, before rolling the other in his hands.
“That—” I gasp as he bites, “feels so good.” My voice is ragged as I take in his reaction, and I open my chest up to him. Giving him the green light to keep going.
It’s instinct, but I move my hips enough to feel his length hitting my clit.
“Such a good girl. Going for what she wants,” Tripp says going from my nipples to my mouth. It’s like he knew exactly what I needed to hear.
He kisses me hard, bites at my bottom lip, while I keep moving my hips, creating friction anyway I can.
Tripp takes the hand from my breast and slowly moves down my stomach. He stops right at the place where my bottoms start. His finger plays with the fabric.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, practically breathless.
Tripp teases me by pinching the fabric. My chest quickly rises and falls, waiting for him to continue. He reaches down into my bottoms but it’s too slow. He touches me, but not where I want to be touched. He’s just outside and I know he’s doing it on purpose.
I tip my head to the side, arch my back, trying to get the right touch.
“Tell me what you want, Lo.” Tripp’s voice teases just like his fingers.
“You know what I want,” I say as I lean into him, kissing his jaw before finding his lips. His beard is rough on my face and I can’t get enough.
“Need you to ask, baby.” This man just called me baby while having his finger so close to my clit I can taste the orgasm. It flips a switch. He puts his mouth on one of my nipples, pink and peaked with desire.
“Tripp. Put your fingers on my clit.” I don’t ask or say please. I’m commanding and it feels right.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Tripp says and then touches my bundle of nerves. “Always tell me what you want.” He bites at one of my nipples and I’m already so close. The burn in my center gets closer to the edge.
“Good boy, Tripp.” The words fly out of my mouth before my brain has a chance to register.
“Fuck, Lo.” And this man goes wild. His fingers. His mouth. His groans. It’s exactly what I need. He’s everywhere.
I reach the top of the hill and then roll all the way down. I shudder and pulse against Tripp with my orgasm and he doesn’t take his fingers away. He’s there, all the way until the end. When the shocks are gone, I’m practically draped over him, my breasts touching his chest, my breath ragged, chest heaving.
I pull my face away and catch his eyes.
“I could watch you come undone forever,” he says, before pressing a kiss to my mouth.
In this moment, I’m not insecure about Tripp seeing me or feeling my soft spots. There was no second-guessing him with his hands and mouth on me. I want all of it. It’s like he knows exactly what I need.
I smile at him and put my hand down on his dick.
“I think you should sit up on the ledge,” I say, my voice syrupy sweet.
He lets me slink back off his lap and takes my suggestion. Seeing him like this makes my low belly ache. He’s wet, wearing black briefs, with his length aggressively pushing against them. His cheeks are flushed and lips red. His chest rises and falls as he looks from me, down to his erection, and back to me again.
I put my hands on his thighs and the muscles are such a turn-on. I love how strong he is.
“You don’t have to,” he says.
“I know I don’t. But I want to,” I say as I reach for the waistband. I pull them down far enough for his cock to spring out. Pink from the warm water and thicker than anything I’ve seen, in person at least, has a whimper escaping my mouth.
I kneel on the bench and am at the right level to take him in my mouth— as much of it as I can, at least. I lick my lips before looking up at him.
“Lo, you’re killing me,” Tripp says, putting his arms behind him, leaning his weight back.