Page 57 of Rhett

Heat stirs in my groin. I want him again, want all of him and to feel this need that burns through me and makes me crave more.

Tonight has been perfect.

Tripp is perfect.

So many things that should matter don’t matter with him. Or maybe what I mean is, more things make sense with Tripp. Ilet myself see more parts of myself, like my bisexuality and this newly discovered fervent desire.

“I want to go in,” I amend, walking over to him. The way his pupils flare tells me he knows I want him, but Tripp just leans against the counter and waits for me to make the first move. “I want…” I place my hand on his stomach, feel the heat of his body through his shirt, the definition of each muscle.

“What do you want, baby?”

That. I want to hear him call me that again and again…but that’s not all. Does Tripp fuck men? Does he let them fuck him? Would I want Tripp to fuck me? I’m not sure that’s something I’m interested in, at least not now.

But when my eyes find his mouth again, I realize it’s not fucking that I specifically need, just more of him, of his touch, of the unexpected pleasure I’ve found in him, pleasure I’ve never known before.

“You. I want you.”

“I want you too.” Tripp grabs my hand. “Come on. I’m taking you to my bed this time.”

We get our coats and hurry along the snowy walkway to the house. The second we’re inside and down to our shirts and jeans, Tripp’s mouth crushes on mine again.

We kiss as we stumble to his bedroom, Tripp tasting me before giving me the chance to taste him again too. Jesus, I love kissing him, love the feel of his rough scruff, how hungry he seems for me each time we touch. I never knew what it felt like to be wanted before Tripp, not really, and I definitely never knew what it was like to truly want someone until him either.

Tripp pulls back, and I rip his shirt over his head. He grins, and then I’m tugging out of mine too, and we’re on each other again. I sink into the feel of his muscles against mine, hard body for hard body, hairy chest for hairy chest. I swear I could get drunk off the feeling.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Tripp asks, his lips traveling down my neck.

Hell yes. I’ve been thinking about it just before, but it feels like there’s no going back from there. I guess there’s no going back from anything, not really, and I don’t want to go back, but…

“We don’t have to. I like what we’ve been doing. But if you want to, you can. I’d like to share that with you.” He nips at my needy skin, and I groan.

“Yes. Fuck yes. I’ve never done it before, but I want to.”

“Okay. I’ll go freshen up. Get naked and on the bed. If you change your mind at any point, just tell me, and I’ll blow you instead.” He winks, always so playful and easygoing. I’ve never been that way, but I’m softening around the edges. I’m learning to lighten up, and it’s incredible.

Tripp presses a quick kiss to my lips, then disappears into the bathroom.

I take my jeans and underwear off, then lie on the mattress. I feel like I look stupid waiting for him. I can’t figure out what to do or how to position myself, which makes my thoughts spin. But a moment later, a very naked Tripp Cassidy comes out.

My eyes are drawn to his soft cock, studying the way it hangs between his legs, over his big balls. How red his hair is there, and the way it travels up over his stomach and chest and down his thighs. Tripp’s broad, hairy pecs, and that square jaw, with his bright, happy, caring blue eyes.

When he kneels on the bed beside me, all I can do is focus on how fucking beautiful he is.

Tripp Cassidy is beautiful, inside and out. Maybe I’ve noticed beautiful men before and didn’t let myself acknowledge it, but it’s not something I’ve thought a lot about with women either. Desire and romance—the kind that comes all wrapped up in feelings—just didn’t use to be important to me. They were distractions, but that’s not the case now. Not with him.

“What?” Tripp asks, kissing my pec. “You’re looking at me funny. Second thoughts?”

“No. I just realized how beautiful you are.”

Tripp sucks in a sharp breath.

“Was that the wrong thing to say?”

Tripp sits up. “No. It was perfect.” He closes the distance between us, his mouth crashing down on mine. He kisses me while he moves to lie on top of me, rutting our cocks together the way I’ve recently learned I love so much.

I rub my hands up and down the wide expanse of his back, then down to his ass. It’s slightly furry, like mine, nothing I’ve ever given much thought to before, but it’s never been something I had to consider with other lovers. I would assume that’s something Tripp likes. The way my cock continues to harden and my hands search greedily, it’s obviously something I like too.

Tripp pushes his hand between our bodies, wrapping his fist around my erection and stroking. He does what he’s so good at, bringing me to the edge before pulling off, and I wonder how that will work when I’m fucking him. If he’ll find a way.

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