Page 76 of Rhett

If I’m being honest, I even researched it a little. I considered trying to practice, to open myself up the way I do with him, but I want to leave it up to Tripp. I trust being under his skillful hands, can’t wait to see what kind of pleasure he can give me.

My cock is already softening by the time I open the door. He’s lying where I left him, waiting for me, his dick soft against his thigh as well.

“It’s okay if you changed your mind,” he tells me.

“I didn’t. I was just…preparing.” In more ways than one. “I want this. I want you.”

I see the lube and a condom on the nightstand. It looks like Tripp did some planning of his own while waiting for me.

“Come here.” He motions me to him, and just looking at him already has blood rushing toward my groin. Tripp turns me on more than anyone ever has, and I love losing myself to that feeling, to him.

“Can I use my tongue on you?” he asks when I sit on the edge of the bed.

“I…” Heat flares in my cheeks. “Yes. If you want to.”

“I do. I so fucking do. Lie on your stomach.”

Okay, so it’s not every day a guy is going to get his ass eaten for the first time, and Christ, I can’t believe I even thought those words. But I can’t deny the tingle that starts at the base of my spine at the possibility.

I lie in the center of the bed, and Tripp spreads my thighs, then settles between them. He starts at my nape, kissing his way down my spine. When he gets to my ass, he kisses first my right cheek, then my left, before saying, “Relax. You’re clenching. It’ll be good, and if it’s not good, we stop.”

I nod, reminding myself he’s right. He peppers more kisses on me, this time along my ass cheeks, one after another after another, and the more he does it, the more my muscles loosen, the more I melt into the bed and simply allow myself to enjoy the pleasure Tripp is giving me.

“That’s it. Relax for me. I want to make you feel good.”

And damn, do I want that too.

Tripp pulls my ass cheeks apart, and there’s a brief moment of,Holy shit. He’s looking at my asshole, before I feel the first flick of his tongue against my rim. I’m not sure what to think, but then he does it again and again, making pleasure receptors I didn’t know I had begin to come alive.

“Please,” I beg, though I don’t know what I’m begging for. All I know is, I like his tongue on me, like the way it lashes against me, draws circles around me, makes my whole body feel jittery in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Tripp says before burying his face into my crease, his movements quicker, hungrier. It takes me a moment to realize I’m moving my ass backward, trying to get more of him, feel him, wondering what it would be like if he pushed his tongue inside me.

“You like that?” he asks, his tongue traveling down my taint.

“Yes. Fuck yes. So much. I…”

“You want more?” He circles my rim with the tip of his finger.

“Yes,” I answer again, and then his tongue is pushing at me, working its way inside. It’s not even his finger or cock yet, but the feel of being penetrated by Tripp, knowing it’s his tongue inside me, that he’s tasting me, eating my ass…Christ, I fucking love it.

I look over my shoulder and see him suck his finger into his mouth. He grins at me, then slips it between my cheeks. My body automatically tenses, even though this is what I want, but when Tripp starts kissing me again, rubbing his cheek against the curve of my butt, I relax again.

He pushes at me, and there’s a strange feeling at first. Not discomfort, exactly, but…I’m not sure how I feel about it. He pulls out some, then pushes forward again, still brushing his lips against me. “You’re so tight, baby. I can’t believe you’re giving me this, can’t believe I get to see you this way. You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

His words help unleash something inside me. Make me push back against him again, wanting more.

“Tripp.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

His finger moves, rubs a spot within me, and I almost jolt off the bed as the most intense feeling of satisfaction electrifies me. “Fuck!”

I feel his smile against my ass. “That’s your prostate. It’s fucking amazing.”

“Do it again,” I ask, and he does, rubbing that spot each time he slides his finger in. My legs shake, my cock throbbing as I begin gyrating my hips against the mattress for friction. “That’s…Christ, Tripp. I never knew.”

“I’m glad it’s me who gets to show you.”

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