She slides her thighs until she can grip my hips tighter, her lips treating mine to a featherlight touch. “Spoken like a true rich boy,” she says with a mischievous smile.
I can’t fucking believe how quickly Vida can put me on the verge of coming in my pants.
It’s sexual voodoo.
I want to settle her ass down on the counter and slip off her panties. Ease her thighs wide, just to get a look at the sweetest pussy ever created. Just a quicklookcould finish me. Or one tug of my sweatpants and I could have my cock out. I just want to lay it on her lap and see what she does with it. I’d be thrilled with a hand job at this point. God.Anything.
But she’s just been accosted and sexualized.
She needs comfort. Not more pressure.
“How come you’re never out on the beach with your friends?” she asks.
I shrug. “It’s always the same shit. Everyone gets loaded. Everyone gets loud. There’s a lot of bragging and posturing. At some point, it becomes all about…”
“Getting laid?” she prompts.
Regret stabs me between the eyes. “Wow. I’ve really backed myself into a corner here.”
“It’s okay, Tripp. I know you’ve probably been with a lot of girls.” She pauses to swallow. “And you’ll be with a lot more after me.”
My entire being issues an emphatic denial. My stomach sours at the very idea oftalkingto another female. “Afteryou? I’m unfamiliar with that concept.”
She giggles, like she thinks I’m not serious. “So that’s why you don’t go to the beach? You’re bored of getting laid?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” I give in to my compulsion to be closer to her, just a little, taking a few steps and settling her onto the counter, keeping myself wedged between her smooth thighs. “Last night was the hottest fucking night of my life, angel. I’ve been jacking off around the clock, replaying it in my head. If you think there’s a single other girl in this world, let alone on that beach, who could do that to me, I hate to break it to you, but you’re wrong. I can barely gather enough interest to smile when a girl flirts with me. You just existing has me down on my knees, ready to beg, Vida.”
As I speak, her mouth softens, her eyes taking on a dazed quality.
Cheeks pink.
Holy fucking turn-on.
“I’m not going to make you beg for me,” she whispers, trailing a finger down the middle of my chest. “Not too hard, anyway.”
Christ. Put a fork in me. I’m done.
“I want to lick your pussy so bad right now,” I groan urgently against her mouth, my hands fisting at the sides of her uniform skirt. “When do you have a break, angel? Come to my room. Let me lick the fuck out of it. That’s all we’ll do. I swear.” I stroke a hand down her braid, scrutinizing her eyes. “You believe me, right? I might threaten to fuck you, but I won’t. Not until you’re ready for your first time.”
“I believe you. You’re nothing like that guy. You know how to take no for an answer.”
“I realize how lucky I am that you believe that. After the way we met.”
“It was an honest mistake.” She tilts her head. “And maybe a good one. I might never have known…what you like. What you need. If you hadn’t confided in your call girl.”
“No, I would have told you eventually.” I lean in and kiss her, both of us moaning as our tongues twine together, stealing an eager taste. “I’m my honest self with you.”
“Me too,” she whispers, biting her lip. Considering something. “I have a lunch break at one o’clock.”
“Oh my God,” I heave, surging forward with so much gusto I knock her back onto her elbows, and she giggles while I plant kisses all over her stomach. “Please. Please. Tell me you’re going to let me eat you out, angel. I’ll never ask you for anything else, as long as I live.”
“Really?Nothing?”
“Okay, fine. A few things. Like…eternal devotion.” I pull up her shirt just enough to kiss her bare skin, and she squeal-laughs. “Daily sex, followed by cuddling. Weekly mussel pot dates. The bearing of my children. Little things like that.”
“You’re crazy!”
“I am. I’m crazy, Vida. About you.” I kiss my way up to her mouth, looking her in the eye while I tip my head in the direction of my gift. “That’s why I was up at six in the morning coloring your present.”
