28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Willow

My body has tricked my brain. At first, I wanted nothing more than to wrap Tripp up and sweetly sit together in this hot tub. But then he came out here in that towel, all his muscles on display. This might be the first time a man's chest had me in a puddle.

When I say I wasn't prepared to see him in his briefs, I mean it. My mouth like sandpaper had me reaching for my iced tea like I was parched.

I also wasn't prepared for the way he looked at me.

Now, I'm straddling this man. This professional athlete. His hands, strong and massive, rest on my hips.

I can feel his dick through his briefs, and it hits me in just the right spot. I can't help but moan into his mouth before throwing my head back.

He uses that opportunity to pull me closer to him and put his mouth on my neck. We're flush as he nips from the soft spot behind my ear before kissing a path all the way down to my collarbone.

"Fuck. You're so gorgeous," he says, making eye contact, his blue eyes piercing, before peppering my breasts with kisses. His lips, red from kissing, are the perfect contrast to my skin. He holds me close to him with one arm and then uses the other to lightly graze the skin right above my bikini top.

Tripp touching me like this, has me feeling like I can do anything. He makes me feel confident. Without a second thought, I untie the top around my neck and let it fall. I know what I want and I'm going to ask for it. Or try to at least.

The water hits right below my now bare breasts. Tripp leans his head back, brows raised, and mouth pressed together, as he takes me in.

"Perfect. You're perfect. I feel like I'm fucking dreaming." His words fall on top of each other before he puts his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking and lightly using his teeth, before rolling the other in his hands.

"That—" I gasp as he bites, "feels so good." My voice is ragged as I take in his reaction, and I open my chest up to him. Giving him the green light to keep going.

It's instinct, but I move my hips enough to feel his length hitting my clit.

"Such a good girl. Going for what she wants," Tripp says going from my nipples to my mouth. It's like he knew exactly what I needed to hear.

He kisses me hard, bites at my bottom lip, while I keep moving my hips, creating friction anyway I can.

Tripp takes the hand from my breast and slowly moves down my stomach. He stops right at the place where my bottoms start. His finger plays with the fabric.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

"Yes," I say, practically breathless.

Tripp teases me by pinching the fabric. My chest quickly rises and falls, waiting for him to continue. He reaches down into my bottoms but it's too slow. He touches me, but not where I want to be touched. He's just outside and I know he's doing it on purpose.

I tip my head to the side, arch my back, trying to get the right touch.

"Tell me what you want, Lo." Tripp's voice teases just like his fingers.

"You know what I want," I say as I lean into him, kissing his jaw before finding his lips. His beard is rough on my face and I can't get enough .

"Need you to ask, baby." This man just called me baby while having his finger so close to my clit I can taste the orgasm. It flips a switch. He puts his mouth on one of my nipples, pink and peaked with desire.

"Tripp. Put your fingers on my clit." I don't ask or say please. I'm commanding and it feels right.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Tripp says and then touches my bundle of nerves. "Always tell me what you want." He bites at one of my nipples and I'm already so close. The burn in my center gets closer to the edge.

"Good boy, Tripp." The words fly out of my mouth before my brain has a chance to register.

"Fuck, Lo." And this man goes wild. His fingers. His mouth. His groans. It's exactly what I need. He's everywhere.

I reach the top of the hill and then roll all the way down. I shudder and pulse against Tripp with my orgasm and he doesn't take his fingers away. He's there, all the way until the end. When the shocks are gone, I'm practically draped over him, my breasts touching his chest, my breath ragged, chest heaving.

I pull my face away and catch his eyes.

"I could watch you come undone forever," he says, before pressing a kiss to my mouth.

In this moment, I'm not insecure about Tripp seeing me or feeling my soft spots. There was no second-guessing him with his hands and mouth on me. I want all of it. It's like he knows exactly what I need.

I smile at him and put my hand down on his dick.

"I think you should sit up on the ledge," I say, my voice syrupy sweet.

He lets me slink back off his lap and takes my suggestion. Seeing him like this makes my low belly ache. He's wet, wearing black briefs, with his length aggressively pushing against them. His cheeks are flushed and lips red. His chest rises and falls as he looks from me, down to his erection, and back to me again .

I put my hands on his thighs and the muscles are such a turn-on. I love how strong he is.

"You don't have to," he says.

"I know I don't. But I want to," I say as I reach for the waistband. I pull them down far enough for his cock to spring out. Pink from the warm water and thicker than anything I've seen, in person at least, has a whimper escaping my mouth.

I kneel on the bench and am at the right level to take him in my mouth— as much of it as I can, at least. I lick my lips before looking up at him.

"Lo, you're killing me," Tripp says, putting his arms behind him, leaning his weight back.

First, I take my hand and slowly stroke from tip to base. My touch is light and excruciatingly slow. Tripp groans, and it spurs me on.

I tease with my fingers, changing the pressure, but never letting go. His breath is ragged and deep.

His cock is heavy in my hand and I pause with it right in front of my lips. I slowly blink and look up at him. We make eye contact, and it makes me feel like a queen.

"Keep looking at me like that and this is going to be embarrassingly short." He laughs in a tortured way.

Making him feel like this, with a look, and my hands, is empowering. I love feeling like I'm in control. I put a too-soft kiss on the tip while using my fingers to tease his base. He shudders when my lips first touch. I could live off those shudders.

When I take him in my mouth, as much as I can, the sound of his breath makes that once sated ache throb again. Hearing him like this is such a turn on.

I swirl my tongue on the head before licking down to my hands and kissing my way back before taking him all in my mouth again .

Tilting my chin up, so I can steal a look at Tripp, my mouth and hands team up.

"Are you kidding? Fuck, this is so good," he says when I look at him. He reaches for my head to take a bit more control. I love that he changes the pace to his liking. He's not too rough.

We work together and I know he's close. I can feel his muscles start to clench.

"I'm—ugh—fuck—I'm." The man can't get words out. "I'm going to come." I want him to finish in my mouth, so I keep going.

I moan around his cock and that's all it takes to get him over the edge.

He shakes, his hand still on the back of my head. I look up at him and take in this moment. The way he leans into me makes me feel like a goddess.

Tripp reaches for me, under my arms, and lifts me up enough to plant a soft kiss on my mouth.

"Wow. What a distraction," Tripp says, taking a drink of his iced tea.

I reach up to tie my bikini and a gentle hand stops me.

"Woah. Don't rush that. I could go for a few minutes of soaking." He looks down at the water.

I let my top fall back down. The way he looks at me is startling. A good kind of startling but I know he could get me to do almost anything he wanted with that look.

He pulls up his briefs, gets back in the water, and then pulls me to him. I'm in between his legs, leaning back on his chest.

No words are said but none are needed. We soak each other in until the jets turn off.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Tripp says, his voice tired and happy.

It's like he read my mind. I'm so relaxed.

"Wish you could stay." I say it knowing well he can't. I know what his practice schedule is like tomorrow and how early his day starts. It's not lost on me the time he loses making the drive to and from my place.

"We need a sleepover."

"That's the most adorable thing I've ever heard," I say with a grin that reaches my eyes.

"I can promise you, it wouldn't be that adorable," Tripp says while nipping at my ear lobe.

"You say when, MVP. My schedule is basically wide open for the next few weeks." Tripp has another away game this week.

"You got it," he whispers in my ear before resuming our position.

We stay for just a few more minutes, surrounded by the dark and whisper of the trees.

And I am completely wrapped up in Tripp.