Page 49 of Your Play to Call

First, I take my hand and slowly stroke from tip to base. My touch is light and excruciatingly slow. Tripp groans, and it spurs me on.

I tease with my fingers, changing the pressure, but never letting go. His breath is ragged and deep.

His cock is heavy in my hand and I pause with it right in front of my lips. I slowly blink and look up at him. We make eye contact, and it makes me feel like a queen.

“Keep looking at me like that and this is going to be embarrassingly short.” He laughs in a tortured way.

Making him feel like this, with a look, and my hands, is empowering. I love feeling like I’m in control. I put a too-soft kiss on the tip while using my fingers to tease his base. He shudders when my lips first touch. I could live off those shudders.

When I take him in my mouth, as much as I can, the sound of his breath makes that once sated ache throb again. Hearing him like this is such a turn on.

I swirl my tongue on the head before licking down to my hands and kissing my way back before taking him all in my mouth again.

Tilting my chin up, so I can steal a look at Tripp, my mouth and hands team up.

“Are you kidding? Fuck, this is so good,” he says when I look at him. He reaches for my head to take a bit more control. I love that he changes the pace to his liking. He’s not too rough.

We work together and I know he’s close. I can feel his muscles start to clench.

“I’m—ugh—fuck—I’m.” The man can’t get words out. “I’m going to come.” I want him to finish in my mouth, so I keep going.

I moan around his cock and that’s all it takes to get him over the edge.

He shakes, his hand still on the back of my head. I look up at him and take in this moment. The way he leans into me makes me feel like a goddess.

Tripp reaches for me, under my arms, and lifts me up enough to plant a soft kiss on my mouth.

“Wow. What a distraction,” Tripp says, taking a drink of his iced tea.

I reach up to tie my bikini and a gentle hand stops me.

“Woah. Don’t rush that. I could go for a few minutes of soaking.” He looks down at the water.

I let my top fall back down. The way he looks at me is startling. A good kind of startling but I know he could get me to do almost anything he wanted with that look.

He pulls up his briefs, gets back in the water, and then pulls me to him. I’m in between his legs, leaning back on his chest.

No words are said but none are needed. We soak each other in until the jets turn off.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Tripp says, his voice tired and happy.

It’s like he read mymind. I’m so relaxed.

“Wish you could stay.” I say it knowing well he can’t. I know what his practice schedule is like tomorrow and how early his day starts. It’s not lost on me the time he loses making the drive to and from my place.

“We need a sleepover.”

“That’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard,” I say with a grin that reaches my eyes.

“I can promise you, it wouldn’t bethatadorable,” Tripp says while nipping at my ear lobe.

“You say when, MVP. My schedule is basically wide open for the next few weeks.” Tripp has another away game this week.

“You got it,” he whispers in my ear before resuming our position.

We stay for just a few more minutes, surrounded by the dark and whisper of the trees.

And I am completely wrapped up in Tripp.