Page 10 of Not A Whisper

With that, his hips snap forward. There’s no slow progression as he sinks into my body, nor does he give me time to adjust when he bottoms out. Trip simply pulls back before jerking his hips forward once again. My cries are cut off as he tightens the belt. The inability to breathe is both terrifying and exhilarating. The belt loosens ever so slightly, giving me a chance to catch a shallow breath as he pulls his hips back, but the belt is tightened again as he slams into me. He repeats this over and over. My mind and body war with one another as panic tries to surge forward but the pleasure that wells up overpowers it.

Trip’s pace picks up, becoming deliciously brutal. Oh god… My eyes cross and my toes curl tightly. Beneath me, my fingers grip the sheets.

“God damn, dollface, you’re beingpunishedyet your pussy is clenching around me like it’s holding onto a trophy,” Trip rasps. “You’re just a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you? You just need dick.Mydick, huh?”

My body clenches down tighter in response, causing him to groan.

“Trip…” I mouth his name as the belt cuts off my ability to speak.

“Hands on the headboard,” he commands sharply, his other hand coming down to grab my waist.

It takes a second to process what he’s said. With shaking hands, I reach up and grab the padding along the top of my headboard, my nails digging into it as this new position nearly tips me over the edge.

My gasps are slowly getting shallower. I don’t mind the lack of oxygen. The feeling of being so full and the way Trip’s dick hits just the right spot is enough for anything as unimportant as air to fall to the wayside. Spots form in my eyes. When I try to suck in a deep breath, this time nothing happens. The room begins to grow dim. My grip on the headboard loosens.

Just when I think I’m going to pass out, Trip loosens the belt.

As I drag in a deep breath, my orgasm crashes over me. The pleasure starts between my legs, but the swift, avalanching rush of ecstasy shoots outward: up my spine, tingles in my breasts, then into my fingers. My vision goes white as the pleasure reaches my face. I’m so overwhelmed that I don’t even notice the belt disappearing from around my neck. There’s a vague awareness when Trip pulls me back down onto the bed and flips me over.

I blink him back into my line of vision only to find his dick, coated in my arousal, in front of my face.

“Do you see this, dollface?” He growls. “You love being used. So open up and let me continue to use your body.”

Still on cloud nine, I don’t hesitate. My mouth pops open and Trip immediately drives his dick down my throat. I choke and sputter as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.Envious of the intrusion, my pussy flutters. I can taste myself as I try to suck and lap up the length of Trip’s dick. It only keeps my blood boiling hot.

“So hot and wet, just like your pussy,” Trip groans as he starts to fuck my face. “You’re such a good doll when your mouth is full of cock and you can’t back talk to me.”

Tears stream down my face as I struggle to allow Trip to use me. Needing contact, I reach up and grab his ass. Trip growls, thrusting harder and faster. Suddenly he stills. Cum shoots down my throat and fills my mouth. There’s no other option except to swallow. My throat convulses as I take every drop down.

When Trip’s body finally relaxes, he pulls his hips back.

He rocks back onto his heels, still straddling me, and smirks. “I think this is my favorite look of yours.”

“Thoroughly fucked?” I attempt to ask. To my surprise, there’s a heavy rasp to my voice. I wince at how sore my throat feels.

Eh, worth it given how buoyant I feel right now.

Trip snickers. “Exactly. Now get changed. I suggest a turtleneck given the marks that are appearing.” He throws his leg over me and moves to get off the bed but pauses. “Oh, and jeans. We’re taking my bike.”

I hum happily as he climbs off the bed.

“Yes, sir.”

We arrivedat the bar Showstopper forty-five minutes later. Trip parks his bike and I climb off. Pulling off my helmet, I shove it under my arm and straighten the riding jacket he’d given me as a gift for Christmas. As Trip shoves his keys intohis pocket and checks his phone, I use his side mirrors to fix my hair.

“Do I look like a mess?” I ask as I straighten.

I opted for black pleather pants and a sequined halter top with a turtleneck. Trip was right. There were definitely marks from his belt around my neck. They weren’t horrible though. Hopefully they’ll be gone before work tomorrow. The handprints on my thighs and ass, however, might linger a little while longer.

Trip finishes up on his phone and shoves it into his pocket before regarding me closely. He takes one sweeping look over me. His expression gives nothing away when our eyes meet. But then he takes a step forward, grabs my wrists and pulls me into him. Without a word, he kisses me. It’s not a swift one like I’d given him when he arrived this evening. This kiss is hard, possessive, andhot. Heat warms my veins and climbs into my cheeks. My heart hammers away in my chest as I kiss him back. Even my knees wobble a little.

When Trip breaks the kiss, he looks annoyed. “Let’s go find your friends.”

My cheeks grow hotter, and I can’t stop grinning at him. Rather than continue to act like a young girl smitten with her first crush, I force myself to turn and walk toward the building. Trip’s chuckle follows close behind. He grabs my hand and pulls me back so that we’re walking together toward our destination.

There are two small spotlights waving back and forth in front of the single-story brick building. The windows are frosted and lined with fairy lights, and there’s street art of different musicians playing their instruments painted along the sides.

As we approach the crowded sidewalk, I note all the people mingling by the door. Will we get in or get stuck waitingoutside? I don’t mind waiting a little while but given the time of year, it’s too cold to be out here longer than fifteen minutes or more.

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