Page 45 of Tripped Up

Is companionship all she’s looking for? Does she want a hard, dirty fuck? Or does she want someone to make her feel wanted and appreciated?

Whatever it is, I’m down. Well, rather, up.

With her straddling my lap, I’m sure she can feel the hard length of my erection pressing against her ass. I’m not trying to make her uncomfortable, but I can’t deny that this gorgeous woman straddling me is driving me crazy.

She reaches for the zip of her hoodie, drawing it down. I help her get it off, tossing it to the ground. Underneath, she’s wearing a thin black tank top, which is doing a terrible job at keeping her tits contained. She’s practically spilling out of her shirt. I have to force my gaze back to her face.

She doesn’t look upset at my gawking, though. If anything, she’s almost amused. Does that mean I can look the way I’ve wanted to every day for the last thirteen years?

“They’re great tits, aren’t they?” she says, her lips curving into a smile.

“Yeah, they are.”

And when she doesn’t skewer me for looking, I bury my face in her chest, kissing the inner sides of her breasts.

Her amused laughter turns into a soft pant when I kiss and suck at her flesh, even with the thin cotton material in the way.

“Wyatt…” My name is a plea on her lips, making my hard cock twitch.

Pulling back, I cup her cheek. “Can I take it off?”

She hesitates.

“Please?”

After a moment, Elsy nods, her reluctance clear as day on her face.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I remind her.

“No, I just…” She turns red and looks away.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t like taking my shirt off in front of guys. It’s not sexy.”

Ice fills my veins. “You think you’re not sexy?”

Has she looked in a fucking mirror lately? She’s the hottest fucking woman on this goddamn planet.

Her face crumples. “Look, you don’t have to lie to me. I know what I look like.”

“Do you? Do you really?” Because if she saw even half of what I see when I look at her, she wouldn’t be thinking like this. “You’re gorgeous, Els. So fucking gorgeous.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You are a badass, rock-star musician. You moved halfway across the country, knowing nobody in this city, because you knew you needed to make a change. That’s fucking badass.”

“I’m going to need you to write those affirmations on the mirror, then,” she jokes. Her smile falls. “I also have⁠—”

“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen and an ass that won’t quit.” I grind my hard cock against her ass. If she won’t listen, I’ll show her.

Elsy scowls. “Yeah, but I also have this.” She grabs the rolls of her belly.

“And? What’s the problem?”

“It’s not sexy.” She lifts her chin like I won’t hear the wobble in her voice.

“Babe, you have no fucking idea how sexy you are.”