Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys #2)(56)

He takes my hand. “Come on, hubby. I’m about to blow your mind.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

We both strip on our way to the bedroom. I’m only wearing sweats and a T-shirt, so I’m buck naked while Tripp is still unbuttoning his shirt. I reach for his suit pants and make quick work of shoving them off; then he’s standing there, erection straining against his boxer briefs, ripped body making my mouth water.

I want to … ungh. “Do you think it’s possible to be a non-cannibal cannibal? Like, I don’t want to actually eat you, but I’m having the biggest urge to bite you right now.”

“Way to make things weird.”

“You’re about to see my asshole. Can things get weirder?”

“Trust me when I say that will be straight-up sexy.”

“Only, not so straight.” I flop back on the bed and then spread my legs, planting my feet on the mattress.

Tripp’s eyes widen, locked on the sight, and then he shoves his boxer briefs down and kicks them off.

My stare zeroes in on his cock. His big, hard cock. Somehow, that thing is going inside me. I stifle a moan and stroke my suddenly needy erection.

“Like I said,” he rasps. “Sexy as fuck.”

“I, umm, showered while you were gone.”

“Yeah?”

“I watched a video on how to prepare things.”

His eyes darken. “You got yourself ready for me?”

“I really wanted it.”

Tripp grabs lube and a condom, then tosses them on the bed before climbing up and covering me. “How are you the way that you are?”

“What do you mean?”

“Before we started this, you had never before … now, you’re … sometimes it feels like you’re jumping into this even faster than me.”

“Well, yeah. It’s you. What reason would I have to hold back?”

Tripp drops his forehead to mine and then starts to kiss his way down my face. He rolls his hips, bringing our dicks together, and I melt into the bed. By the time he gets to my lips, I’m aching for the kiss he gives me. My hands can’t stop roaming over his broad torso, and when I get to his nipples, I squeeze them, and he hisses.

Tripp retaliates by closing his teeth over my lip. I roll him and pinch his ass, so he pulls my hair as we go back and forth wrestling. We’re all soft laughter and deep kisses and rough hands.

Somehow, we end up in the middle of the bed, Tripp on top of me, his delicious, round shoulder hovering over my face. I can’t help leaning forward and closing my teeth over it. I bite him, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sink my teeth in and feel the slight give of his skin. My lips replace my teeth, sucking a bruise into his shoulder, marking him as mine. Only mine.

My husband, my best friend, my everything.

He clicks open the lube as he arches his neck, giving me more access, and then he snakes his arm between us and through my legs until his slippery fingers slip into my crease. I immediately spread my thighs, giving him all the room he needs.

Tripp rubs me in a way that’s indescribable, and no matter how I try to resist, my body melts into a puddle of want. The entire time he rubs and presses, my nerves come alive.

The first digit he pushes inside me is uncomfortable but not painful, and after a few moments of fucking me with it, it starts to feel so good tingles spread across my skin.

The anxious knot in my gut disappears. If I can adjust from pain to pleasure like this, the thought of him rocking inside me like that makes my head spin.

I’ve only ever done the fucking before—and yeah, I want a go at Tripp’s ass—but having someone else inside me is new and different, and something I never even thought to consider. It feels like a bizarre kind of power move for me to be spreading my legs and begging that he fucks me, and I’m completely down with it.

It makes sense that it’s Tripp I’m doing this with.

“Keep relaxed, just like that,” he murmurs and works another finger in. His encouragement is so … Tripp that I don’t even question it. I’m putting all my trust in him, but it’s easy. Because he’s him.

Like last time, there’s the burn, and then it slowly eases away.

I suck another mark onto his skin. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had lots of experience.”

I smirk. “I guess we’ve got plenty of time for me to get experienced too.”

He claims my mouth again, getting more confident as he stretches and rubs at places I’ve never realized could be so much fun. My ass is buzzing, and the more he works me open, the more it makes my cock throb. Like it’s a secret agreement between my ass and my balls. When one of us is having fun, we’re all having fun. And goddammit, this is fun.

I start rocking my hips back onto his digits, wanting him deeper, feeling all kinds of filthy and horny and desperate.

“I think it’s time for you to fuck me now,” I say.

“Not yet.”

“Trippy,” I whine. “You’re supposed to love me. Why are you torturing me like this?”

“I haven’t even begun, babe. Ready for the showstopper?”

“The w—” Tripp presses deep, and suddenly, my whole ass lights up. “Ah. Fuck.” I have no idea why my voice is making that noise, but how can I even start to think about that when he’s blowing my brains out?