Page 59 of Rhett

But he never did. Never would. He’s sick and hateful and—I shake my head, not wanting to give him space in my head. This moment is about me and Tripp.

I push two fingers deep inside him, then take his cock into my mouth. He’s hot against my tongue, his dick stretching my lips. His skin tastes like salt and musk. I take in the heady scent of him, lowering my mouth more. I don’t take Tripp as deep as he does me—I don’t have the skill he does—but I try my best, try to do what I think would feel good to me, bobbing my head and fingering him.

“Jesus, baby. Fuck yes. That’s so goddamned good.”

I’ve been told I’m good at a lot of things in my life, but it’s never gone straight to my head like it does in this moment, never filled me up and made me feel alive the way it does now. The only thing I can compare it to is working with Tripp, building with him. In such a short time, he’s become almost all that’s good in my life.

Tripp, Meadow, and my brothers.

I keep working his cock with my mouth, loving the way he tastes and feels. This is all such a rush, I swear I feel like I could come just from pleasuring Tripp, fingering him and blowing him and knowing I’m making him feel so fucking good.

“Stop, stop.”

I immediately pull off him.

“Sorry. You weren’t doing anything wrong. I was really close to coming, and I don’t want to do that until you’re inside me.”

“I want that too.”

Tripp pulls me down and kisses me. “I don’t know if I can make it last this time. I want you too much.”

His desire for me makes me feel like I can fly, makes me feel like despite everything in my life, I’m the luckiest person in the fucking world. Tripp Cassidy, the kindest man I have ever known, wants me.

“I don’t need that this time. I just need you.”

The blue of his eyes nearly disappears behind his widened pupils. “Christ, I’m in so much trouble.”

“Why?”

“Shh. It’s good. You want me like this? On my back?”

My gaze finds his lips. “Yes. I can reach your mouth that way.”

He smiles. “I like the sound of that.” I pull my fingers out of him, then move so I’m between his legs. Without me having to ask, Tripp says, “Condoms are in the same drawer. Then lube that big cock for me first.” Which is obvious, and something I would have assumed, but I also like that he told me. I like knowing what to expect.

Once I’ve taken care of the protection, I pump lube into my palm, hands shaking slightly as I slick myself up.

I’m about to fuck a guy.

I’m about to fuck Tripp, this man I feel way too much for.

He keeps his legs open wide and pulled back for me. He’s so fucking sexy like this, so beautiful. I bend over him, Tripp’s hand at the back of my head as our mouths again find each other. He strokes my tongue with his while I hold the base of my erection, pushing against his hole, trying to work my way inside.

His ass clamps down on my cock, hot and tight and sucking me in. I move slowly, not wanting to go too fast and hurt Tripp, needing this to be perfect for him. His hand tightens in my hair, Tripp kissing me harder when I push farther in. I can’t believe how his body is opening up for me, what it feels like to be surround by Tripp’s heat.

More, more, more.I keep pushing and we keep kissing until I’m all the way inside.

“Fuck.” I drop my forehead against his, the two of us just breathing for a moment.

“Yeah, that’s all I’ve got too,” Tripp says. “You’re fucking big.”

“Too big?”

He chuckles. “Hey now. Are you trying to get dick compliments?” His ass spasms around my cock with his laughter, and heat races down my spine.

“No…”

“Perfect big,” he adds.

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