Chapter 9

Millie

Am I really going through with this? I think I am.

I hand the notepad and pen over to Tripp and watch as he writes the first rule down.

“First rule of sex club, is you do not talk about sex club,” he says with a small laugh.

It helps ease my nerves. “Should there be a rule about kissing?” I ask, and Tripp’s eyes connect with mine.

“Do you not want to kiss?”

I shrug casually, thinking about what it would be like to kiss Tripp Atwood. My stare falls to his plump lower lip just as he rakes it between his teeth. “Um,” I say, desire pooling low in my belly. “I think kissing is okay.” I want to kiss him right now.

Something happens to his eyes the moment I say kissing is okay. It’s like the thought of kissing me excites him or something.

He inches closer. “I definitely think kissing should be involved.”

My cheeks flame red-hot. “What if you won’t be able to get the job done?” I ask, and he laughs. “It’s a serious question,” I say. “My other boyfriends thought they were kings of sex too, and they couldn’t get the job done. I think I’m the problem,” I admit, feeling defeated.

“Why do you think that?” Tripp asks.

I’m impressed that he didn’t immediately state that it didn’t matter, and he didn’t go all alphamale on me and say he’s got so much experience that he can make me come just by looking at me. “Well, because. Nobody’s ever been able to get me off.” I shrug.

“I don’t think you’re the problem, Millie. I think you’re a good girl who’s afraid to let go,” he whispers, stepping closer. He sets the notepad and pen down. “I think you’ve got this naughty side dying to get out, and you’ve been with strait-laced motherfuckers who wouldn’t know how to get you off if they had a roadmap.”

My breath catches in my throat. I swallow, blinking up at him. “You think that?”

He moves his body, his arms reaching out on either side of me to rest on the counter behind me. I’m trapped, and he leans in closer. He smells intoxicating, and my heartbeat picks up. “I think you need someone who isn’t afraid to talk a little dirty to you. Treat you like the naughty girl you so desperately want to be.” Our noses are practically touching.

I blink. “You want to talk dirty to me?” I whisper.

“So fucking dirty, Millie.” He leans in, capturing my lips with his.

The kiss is electric and so so good. His mouth moves over mine, his tongue pressing at the corner of my mouth, begging me to open for him. I do, I so do. His hands flood into my hair, tugging and pulling, angling my head so he can deepen the kiss. I moan, and my body comes alive with this fire I’ve never felt before.

His tongue dances along mine, and I move my hands up his body, across his chest, feeling his muscles flex beneath the cotton of his t-shirt. I need to feel his skin. I grab at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, letting my hand come into contact with the heated skin of his torso.

Now he moans. “Fuck,” he whispers after breaking the kiss. His green eyes are so dark. “You are naughty,” he says with a spreading grin. “I bet you’re really wet too.”

My eyes widen.

“You look like a scared little bunny. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make you come, Millie.”

“But we haven’t finished with the rules.”

“It’s okay, I planned on breaking them all anyway.” His hand moves across my jaw, down the column of my throat, and he keeps going lower. He passes between the middle of my breasts as my breathing picks up.

I’m so turned on, and I also can’t believe this is truly happening. His hand keeps going lower, and I lean back against the counter behind me. “Tripp, I can’t,” I say, feeling my body tense the lower he gets.

He shakes his head slowly. “No, you can’t tense up, Millie. You need to let go. You need to enjoy it. I just want to see how wet you are,” he whispers, his mouth hovering over mine.

I spread my legs slightly, using it as an invitation to his touch. “Do it,” I say, brazenly.

He slips his hand underneath the hem of my skirt, his fingers brushing slightly against my inner thigh. “I bet you're soaked for me, little bunny.” His fingers race up my heated skin, past the panel of my panties, and he slips two fingers through my wetness. “You’re so fucking wet, Millie. Nobody’s ever touched you like this, huh?”

I shake my head quickly from side to side. “No,” I whisper. “My ex’s would just sort of get straight to the point.”

Tripp stalls. “And what’s the point?”

“Sex,” I say.

Tripp shakes his head no. “That’s not the point, Millie. The point should always be to get you to come as many times as possible.”

I blush. “Well, yes for us that’s the point, but when I’m having sex with men that was never the point.”

Tripp moves his fingers over me, toying with my clit, putting pressure against it, and I moan out. “That should always be the fucking point, little bunny. Every man you’re with should want to get you off. It should be their mission.” He moves closer, his lips brushing against my cheek and jaw. “It’s definitely my mission. I need you to let go, Millie. Close your eyes, and just listen to my words. Feel my fingers sliding inside you. You like that, huh?”

“Yes, so much,” I say as his fingers keep working my body.

“You’ve been such a good girl for so many years. Now it’s your turn to be naughty. You want to be my naughty girl, don’t you?”

My veins run hot as Tripp keeps touching me in ways I’ve never imagined. It’s like he has the roadmap. He applies just the right amount of pressure against my clit as his fingers push inside me.

My body’s building toward an orgasm, and I can’t believe this is happening. He’s actually doing it. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on my body when Tripp brings me back to him.

“Let go, bunny,” he says, whispering against my ear. “You’re tensing again. Get out of your head and open your eyes. Look at me, Millie,” he demands.

My eyes shoot open and lock with his green ones. They’re actually really pretty this close up. I’ve never really noticed before. “I can’t,” I whisper, realizing I can’t get out of my own head. I just can’t do it.

Tripp stops moving, and focuses his green eyes on me. “Millie, bunny, stop trying so hard. Move your body against my hand. Fuck my fingers. Use me any way you want me. Use me.” He trails kisses along my neck, and I thrust my hips against his hand, using the pad of his hand against my mound and I keep rocking, his thumb against my clit. “That’s it,” he whispers between kisses. “Use me, Millie.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my arms holding onto him tightly. I keep rocking, letting go. Not thinking about the orgasm on the horizon. It’s right there. So close.

“Give it to me, you dirty girl. It’s mine.”

His green eyes focus on me as I feel the beginning of my orgasm grip me.

“Don’t let go,” I tell him, making sure he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing.

“I’ve got you. Come on my fingers, Millie. Come all over my hand.”

My body explodes, my orgasm slamming into me from all sides. I hold onto Tripp like he’s my lifeline, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Our mouths are inches apart, breathing the same air as my orgasm pummels through me.

“I’m coming,” I shout out, colors exploding behind my closed lids. “Oh god, Tripp, I’m coming.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispers against my lips right before kissing me.

Our kiss stretches the length of my orgasm, and I lean into Tripp, letting him hold me until the feeling subsides. My body calms, and I slowly open my eyes as the kiss breaks.

“I can’t believe you made me come,” I whisper, loosening my grip I’ve got on him.

He slides me a sly smile. “I can’t believe you doubted me.” And then— oh my god —he licks his fingers clean.