Against his lips, I taunted, “What’s the matter, baby? Close already?”
His free hand came up to grip my chin, turning my head to face forward. Then, his palm shifted lower until it rested along the front of my throat.
“Watch your movie, Lucky.”
I gasped when his teeth bit down on my earlobe at the exact same moment his fingers put firm pressure on my clit, rubbing tight circles just like I’d taught him. Then his fingers of his other hand pressed into the pulse points beneath my jaw, restricting oxygen to my brain—yet another trick I’d clued him into during our many lessons on how to wring pleasure from my body.
That action alone had me right on the edge, my hips swiveling over his lap, eager for the sparks gathering between my legs to catch and fire to consume me.
Even though blood roared in my ears the closer I drew to climax, I still managed to hear his low, rough voice. “Keep score for me. I want you to count out each orgasm I give you while you sit on my cock.”
Goddamn.
Where the hell had that come from? I didn’t think Tripp had it in him to talk dirty like that. But I fucking loved it.
Body coiling so tight it bordered on painful, I clung to Tripp’s forearm as I strained against him, desperate for release. Sensing that I was close, his fingers upped their pace. The air was sucked from my lungs, and my mouth parted in a silent cry as ecstasy flooded my nervous system.
Trembling and panting, I came back down to earth, slumping against his strong form beneath me.
“That show’s better than any movie.” Tripp’s lips brushed against my temple.
I could only manage a breathless hum. Limp and sated, with my eyes closed, I wanted nothing more than to lie here for the rest of the night, content to revel in the afterglow, while my husband’s hard cock continued to keep me full.
But my best friend wasn’t about to let me off the hook.
Slick fingers left a path of arousal over my skin before gripping my hip. “Count, Lucky.”
Turning my face into his neck, I let out a tiny whine, mumbling, “Tired.”
“Nuh-uh. You started this game, so you’re damn well gonna finish it.”
“Bossy.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” Voice smug, he added, “I felt the way your pussy gripped my cock like it was never gonna let go when I told you to keep score.”
As if on command, that traitorous bitch clenched around his shaft, pulling groans from both of us.
The palm resting on my throat shifted to cover my mouth. “If you can’t keep quiet on your own, I’ll have to muzzle you.” When my responding moan was sufficiently muffled, Tripp chuckled in my ear. “Naughty girl.”
Lord, have I died and gone to heaven? Becausethis fucking man.
Holy shit, it might’ve taken him a minute to come into his own, given his lack of experience, but it would seem he’d finally found his footing, and as a switch, I didn’t mind one bit. I knew when I demanded the control, he’d let me have it back, but right now, I loved handing it over to him.
“Ready for another?” His mouth brushed against the shell of my ear, his hot breath fanning my cheek.
My heart rate still hadn’t settled after my last orgasm, but I gave a weak nod anyway. With the movie still playing out before us, the clock was ticking toward the moment when the lights came on, and it became obvious to anyone who glanced our way what we were up to positioned like this.
“That’s my girl.”
Yup, it was official. I had melted into a fucking puddle.
Or, more accurately, I was now sitting in a puddle because those words had a fresh wave of arousal gushing from between my thighs.
Tripp’s chest rumbled at my back, the vibrations making my nipples harden into painfully tight peaks. “I’m learning all kinds of new thingsmywifelikes tonight.”
He’d completely lost the ability to play the innocent virgin card. He knew exactly what he was doing and how it affected me.
“Kiss me, darlin’. Let me drink down the sound of your pleasure.”
