Page 58 of Your Play to Call
“Can I touch?” I ask because I know he wants me to. He nods yes and my hands fly from behind my back and hit his chest. I scratch my nails down his front. When I reach the top of his pants, he stops my hands and lightly pushes me back on the bed.
His head is back under my skirt.
“Do you want to come, Lo?” he asks me like it’s a common talking point.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he says, the air hitting my clit. His mouth is so close. My climax is within reach.
“Yes, please,” I practically yell.
And then he kisses my bundle of nerves the way I need. He fills me up with his fingers and pinches the inside of my thigh. It’s the perfect balance of bliss and welcomed stings of pain.
He pulls back, giving me long strokes up and down my lips, joining his fingers before coming back to my center. When he moans, it’s over. The vibration from his mouth has me at the peak. Waves of bliss and need wash over me. I contract around Tripp’s fingers.
“Right! There!” I scream in his bedroom. He moans as I come on his fingers. His face.
Before I’m fully out of it, he’s unbuckling his pants. I’m panting on his bed.
“Do you want me to use a condom? I was tested at the beginning of the season,” he asks, taking his pants off.
“No, I have an IUD. I got tested… before our first date.” I can’t help but overshare.
His grin is devilish as he shakes his head. He’s kissing me in a way that makes me feel like I’m exactly what he needs. Like if he doesn’t have me, every last piece, he’ll drown.
The only break he takes from my mouth is to pull my skirt and panties off. I sit up and reach for his dick. Just getting a touch in before he is towering over me.
He slides his dick inside me. I’m still ridiculously sensitive.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, his mouth close to my ear. “This pussy is all mine.”
Tripp catches my lips with his, and I groan into him. His pace is slow, deliberate. He uses his arms to hold himself up. They dig into the mattress.
“Tell me you’re all mine.” His voice low and demanding.
“I’m all yours, Tripp.” I say, as he thrusts all the way in.
When he slowly pulls out of me, it’s brutal. He keeps the tip of his cock inside before pressing in. He does this three or four times before I wrap my arms around his neck and pull my hips to speed up the pace.
“Someone is eager,” he says with pleasant restraint.
I respond with a bite to his lower lip, harder than I originally planned, which he matches by covering my body with his. The weight of him on me inching me that much closer. I moan into the crook of his neck, pull my fingers down his back. I might be leaving a mark, but I don’t care.
My hands pull at the nape of his neck before they’re tangled in his hair. I pull. Hard. Tripp immediately slams into me, giving me exactly what I want.
I can’t catch my breath. His breath mingles with mine, with each thrust—filling me.
I lift my hips, just enough, and I’m close.
“Fuck, Lo.” He speeds up, taking advantage of the new angle. I use an arm to lift him up and somehow, it’s even better.
My skin is ice and fire, all at once. He can’t be touching me enough—it’s impossible to be close enough. I’ve never wanted more of him. He looks at me, his steely eyes like storm clouds.
I stretch around him. He kisses my neck before biting my shoulder. And that’s all it takes. I grind against him a final time before I throb around his dick—then he’s coming with me.
He groans, low and slow. My eyes roll back. Each toe curls. He keeps thrusting as he rides out his own wave. Tripp lies on top of me, solid weight pressing me into the mattress. I feel his breathing, heavy and quick, against my chest. It’s the most wonderful feeling. Like being someone’s matching puzzle piece. We fit.
It’s like Tripp knows what I need before I do. He presses the sweetest kiss on my mouth. His tongue lightly touching mine. He falls to the side of me.