“You like it?” His voice was dark and guttural, the sort that could sell a thousand erotic audiobooks, should he ever want a second career.
“I’m a little afraid of it,” I admitted.
“Don’t be. I don’t typically use all of it.” He gently pressed on my shoulder. “Put your mouth on it.”
“This is your second kiss?” I let out a strangled laugh. “There?”
He leaned back, resting his arms on the bar, and let his cock bob in between us, answering the question. I slid off his thigh, my skirt bunching up, and he hissed at the view. Still, he didn’t move. “On your knees, beautiful.”
“Just a kiss,” I countered, my knees hitting the floor, and thank God he had a kitchen mat. Closing my eyes, I pressed a kiss on the delicate underside of his shaft.
4
TRIPP
Holy fuck. He thought he had control, but when her lips hit his cock, he lost it all. His hands tightened on the granite and he tensed his thighs, restraining himself from thrusting forward into her face. His dick didn’t know what to do around her. He’d jacked off to this image a hundred times—Stephanie Wilson, on her knees, those beautiful eyes on his, her tongue swiping across the head of his cock. Just last week, after he watched her employee evaluation, he’d had to lock his door and jerk off behind his desk, his dress shoes slipping across the carpet as he’d nut all over a napkin.
There were many things he wanted out of life. A giant home on the bayou. Kids running around, his blood in their veins. A bank account fat enough to buy all of them a future. But nothing had motivated him more in the last three years than this woman.
Dario was right, he had been a coward, and should have tightened that shit up earlier, and stopped their date before it had occurred. But he’d been in Lafayette when Dario had first hung out with Stephanie, and hadn’t had a chance to stop it until it was almost too late.
Something hit the window and Tripp glanced over his shoulder, the howling of the wind barely audible behind the thick glass. The hurricane was almost there, and it felt like fate, the storm surrounding them, keeping them together for the next few hours, damn whatever happened during that time.
She flicked her naughty little tongue over the tip of his cock and his need grew. He fought the desire to urge her on, taking his hand and wrapping it on top of hers, showing her how he liked to be stroked. He wanted to move his hips in short strokes as she pumped him to completion, that wet little mouth wrapped around his head, sucking… just the thought made him almost lose it, and he pulled away from her, gripping his cock in one hand and slowly rubbing the tip of it over her lips. “Open up,” he said hoarsely.
She obeyed without fear or hesitation, and he may have spent three years pining for this woman, but he’d also underestimated her. He gently slid just the tip in her open mouth, then withdrew it, watching as she chased it down, her hand closing around its shaft. She dove onto it, working her lips over the head, her cheeks hollowing, head bobbing as she blessed him with the most perfect five seconds of his life.
An orgasm teetered, unsure and unstable, and he pulled back before she took him over the edge. Fuck, when had he become so quick? His dick had experienced everything a woman could throw at it—yet couldn’t seem to handle thirty seconds with her mouth?
It was bullshit and he jerked his hand along its length, irritated with himself.
She waited, still on her knees, her nipples red and perky from his mouth, and tilted her head at me. “Give me it,” she demanded—and his heart fell even deeper in love.
He shook his head. “Just a kiss,” he reminded her gruffly.
“Tease,” she retorted. “What are your plans for the third?”
He leaned down and lifted her onto her feet. “The third one belongs to me.”
“Meaning?”
When he set her down, his hands stayed on her hips. Their faces were too close, his height combated by his position, his dick still stubbornly sticking straight out of his slacks. Her breasts hung out and wrecked torture on his brain. She lifted her chin, offering her mouth, and he shook his head. As badly as he wanted to kiss that delicious mouth, he had something else in mind.
He slowly turned her around, taking his time as he ran his hand down her bare back, admiring the curves and dips of her body, then worked the cheap clasp at the top of her skirt open. Dario and him… Stephanie—they were all outsiders in this decadent casino. He and Dario had earned the big suites, the corporate accounts at the Gucci and Armani stores downstairs, but Stephanie was in the same boat they had all grown up in. Shopping at TJ Maxx. Counting her dollars. Working her ass off to help pay for her parents and her bills.