Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Tripp pulls back, and I rip his shirt over his head. He grins, and then I’m tugging out of mine too, and we’re on each other again. I sink into the feel of his muscles against mine, hard body for hard body, hairy chest for hairy chest. I swear I could get drunk off the feeling.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Tripp asks, his lips traveling down my neck.
Hell yes. I’ve been thinking about it just before, but it feels like there’s no going back from there. I guess there’s no going back from anything, not really, and I don’t want to go back, but…
“We don’t have to. I like what we’ve been doing. But if you want to, you can. I’d like to share that with you.” He nips at my needy skin, and I groan.
“Yes. Fuck yes. I’ve never done it before, but I want to.”
“Okay. I’ll go freshen up. Get naked and on the bed. If you change your mind at any point, just tell me, and I’ll blow you instead.” He winks, always so playful and easygoing. I’ve never been that way, but I’m softening around the edges. I’m learning to lighten up, and it’s incredible.
Tripp presses a quick kiss to my lips, then disappears into the bathroom.
I take my jeans and underwear off, then lie on the mattress. I feel like I look stupid waiting for him. I can’t figure out what to do or how to position myself, which makes my thoughts spin. But a moment later, a very naked Tripp Cassidy comes out.
My eyes are drawn to his soft cock, studying the way it hangs between his legs, over his big balls. How red his hair is there, and the way it travels up over his stomach and chest and down his thighs. Tripp’s broad, hairy pecs, and that square jaw, with his bright, happy, caring blue eyes.
When he kneels on the bed beside me, all I can do is focus on how fucking beautiful he is.
Tripp Cassidy is beautiful, inside and out. Maybe I’ve noticed beautiful men before and didn’t let myself acknowledge it, but it’s not something I’ve thought a lot about with women either. Desire and romance—the kind that comes all wrapped up in feelings—just didn’t use to be important to me. They were distractions, but that’s not the case now. Not with him.
“What?” Tripp asks, kissing my pec. “You’re looking at me funny. Second thoughts?”
“No. I just realized how beautiful you are.”
Tripp sucks in a sharp breath.
“Was that the wrong thing to say?”
Tripp sits up. “No. It was perfect.” He closes the distance between us, his mouth crashing down on mine. He kisses me while he moves to lie on top of me, rutting our cocks together the way I’ve recently learned I love so much.
I rub my hands up and down the wide expanse of his back, then down to his ass. It’s slightly furry, like mine, nothing I’ve ever given much thought to before, but it’s never been something I had to consider with other lovers. I would assume that’s something Tripp likes. The way my cock continues to harden and my hands search greedily, it’s obviously something I like too.
Tripp pushes his hand between our bodies, wrapping his fist around my erection and stroking. He does what he’s so good at, bringing me to the edge before pulling off, and I wonder how that will work when I’m fucking him. If he’ll find a way.
“I’m gonna need to be opened up. It’s been a while for me. Do you want me to do it to myself, or do you want to do it?”
My cock twitches between us. “Me. I don’t want to miss anything about what it’s like to be with you.”
“Christ, baby.”
“If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s if I do something, I need to do it really well. I’m nothing if not an excellent student.”
Tripp grins, which elicits a grin of my own.
“Oh yeah?” Tripp flops onto his back and pumps his brows. “Have at it.”
“Wait. I said I like to study and learn, and that takes instruction. And I might have questions.” I don’t even recognize myself right now, this light, fun Rhett, but this is what Tripp brings out in me. It’s a part of myself I wish I’d discovered earlier, and then so much of my life might’ve been different.
“Get the lube out of the drawer—bottom one, toward the back.”
“You keep yourself in good supply,” I tease.
“Most of the time I’m having fun by myself. I should make it as good as possible, right?”
“Yes.” It’s not something I thought about much before Tripp.
He shoves a pillow beneath his hips, raising himself for me. This is…new, but it doesn’t necessarily feel that way. Everything I’ve done with Tripp feels like a natural progression. Being with a man isn’t as confusing or as much of a surprise as I would have thought.