Page 57 of Your Play to Call
“Good.” With a brisk movement he goes from pinning my hands to grabbing for my bra and ripping it down the middle.
I let out a moan because I could explode. My back arches off the bed, my tits exposed.
“Ask nicely and I’ll consider it.” Tripp’s voice melts but in a way that I know he’s still in control. I love it.
“Your mouth on me.” My voice sounds like it doesn’t belong to me, raspy and needy.
“Where?” Tripp’s response is slow—deliberate.
“Anywhere.”
“Only if you put your hands behind your back.” I can’t follow his instructions fast enough. When he takes the other nipple in his mouth, I so badly want to reach my arms out and touch him. Touch myself. Pull him closer. Now, I know why he was specific about the hand placement.
“Don’t even think about using your hands.” He’s firm and goes back to biting my nipple, just hard enough.
I shiver as he plants a delicate line of kisses down my body, starting at my sternum. I’m so thankful I didn’t put tights on today. I bite my lip and smile at the thought. My body shudders in response, a delicious torture.
“What’s that for?” he prods.
“Just thinking about how I’m glad I left the tights at home.”
“Why is that?” he asks while pulling his hand painfully slow down the front of my leather skirt. My heart races and I shiver in anticipation. He takes his hand from my knee to the inside of my thigh, drawing lazy circles.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. You looking at me over my leather skirt. Your face, right, there.” Words are hard. I can’t remember a time I was ever this turned on during foreplay.
“How is this?” When he takes a finger and slides it under my panties, so close to my center, I gasp. I know I’m dripping at this point.
“Even. Hotter.”
“Is all this for me? You’re so wet, Lo.” Two fingers enter me, and I pick my shoulders off the bed, while keeping my arms behind my back.
“Yes. All for you.”
“What should we do about this?” He is slowly killing me. He knows it, too.
“Use your mouth.” I’m pleading at this point.
“How should I use my mouth?” he counters with a devilish tone.
He’s going to make me say it. Say exactly what I want.
“I want you to put your mouth on my pussy. My clit.” The words jammed together coming out too fast.
Tripp bites his lip before using his fingers to pull my soaked panties to the side. He moves his mouth closer but stops right before making contact. Tripp lightly blows, and I let out a whine.
When he uses his tongue, licking me agonizingly slow, I pick my head up and see his head hidden under my skirt. My skin feels like it could catch fire.
“Tripp!” I call out, digging my own arms which are still behind my back. I’m following the rules like a good girl.
He bites my inner thigh and then blows on my clit again, inching me closer and closer. My nerves are shot, and I feel like I could come at any second.
“I know you’re close,” he says. “You’re so wet. You’re not coming until I say.”
Before I can respond, he fills me with his fingers and flicks me with his tongue.
“Do you remember what I told you?” He pulls away before using his tongue where his fingers were. “I told you I wasn’t that nice.” And he licks so close to where I need it, where I crave him. He’s teasing me and it’s fucking delicious.
Then he’s back on his knees, but reaching for his shirt, taking it off. Muscles ripple but he’s calm and collected. Meanwhile, my chest heaves with heavy breaths.