Page 28 of All Bets Are Off
I’ll never forget the way he groans, the muscles in his shoulders snapping taut.
His insatiable mouth fastens over the top of my clit, and he suckles gently while he pumps his fingers inside of me. I scream, a violent earthquake tearing through my body, culminating in a spasm, a quickening of tiny tendons right up against Tripp’s mouth, and I know he feels that pull and the release that happens next. It doesn’t trickle out of me—it squirts all over hisfingers and face, and I would be mortified if I could do anything but writhe and sob and try to survive.
There’s no room for embarrassment when Tripp growls and burrows his face deeper against my core, as if he’s trying to absorb every drop of me.
The hunger for him slams into me out of nowhere.
I loved kissing and touching him before, but I don’t recognize the sudden desperation to havehiminmymouth. Didn’t know I could want to pleasure someone else so badly.
Maybe this is how he feels about me?
I don’t know, but I need. I need. My mouth is empty without him.
Tripp is still lapping hungrily at my inner thighs when I sit up, and he attempts to wrestle me back down onto the mattress for more. I evade him, though, slipping off the bed and onto my knees at the foot of it. With a guttural curse, he turns over, his expression still delirious, but one look at me and he knows.
He knows what I want.
Movement seems to pain him as he turns over, his hips sliding to the edge of the mattress, that huge, muscular body heaving, sweating…and a second later it becomes obvious why he’s in pain.
His sweatpants are stretched so far outward with the stiffness of his erection, the waistband isn’t even touching his stomach.
And I’m the only remedy for what ails him.
Tripp
Son of a fucking bitch.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
My cock is throbbing down deep in the root, fluid beading on the tip and rolling down the sides into my pubic hair. I’m going to explode. I’m going toexplode.And it’s all because of her.
Vida.
The taste of her is uniquely sweet. Shy and sugary. Like watermelon juice. I could go on licking her cunt from now until next year and I still wouldn’t want a break, but there’s no use pretending there isn’t an emergency in my sweatpants.
Of course there is. I was just given the privilege of going down on the sexiest girl alive. Jesus, her reactions to every stroke of my tongue, every delve of my fingers, were so honest.
Nothingabout her is contrived. She’s one hundred percent authentic.
She’s making me realize that so many people in my life are just going through the motions, bored and overindulged. Meanwhile, she’s a comet of color streaking through my sky.
“Please,” she whispers now from her knees. At some point, she stripped off her T-shirt and vest. Now she’s a goddess kneeling on the floor in nothing but her little maid skirt, those fathomless eyes so wide and excited. To suck me off. “Please, Tripp,” she says again, rubbing her cheek on my thigh like an eager kitten. “I want to taste you.”
I’m almost afraid to show her my dick.
God knows I’m on the larger end of the scale. She saw it in the near-darkness last night, but even I have never seen myself this stiff and straining. On the verge of busting harder than ever before. I’m worried that if she puts her mouth on me, the ache between my legs is going to intensify to a point that I am no longer considering her safety and well-being, and that’s unacceptable. I willnothurt the sweet girl.
But she has the ability to turn me into an animal.
“Vida,” I slur, sounding like I’m drunk. “I hurt, angel. Oh God, I hurt. I should handle this one myself. I don’t know what I’ll do if you suck me. You work me up in ways I don’t understand. I’ve got to control myself?—”
“No, you don’t,” she says, her swollen, parted lips skating over my aching equipment, the warmth of her mouth searing me through my sweatpants, making my thighs shudder, my bare toes digging into the floor. “Be yourself with me.”
“I don’t know the version of myself I am with you. I’ve neverbeenthis way.”
She kisses the elongated ridge. “Good.”
Seeming to sense that I’m in need of an anchor, she kisses her way up my hollowing and heaving abs, trailing her mouth higher between my pecs, collarbone, and throat until she’s on her feet, rubbing her damp lips side to side against mine—and that alone has me groaning like a beggar. My God,my God, standing between my outstretched thighs in her rucked-up skirt, the insides of her thighs still shiny with my spit, her hair all messed up, she’s the hottest thing that ever walked the earth.
