Page 39 of Side Hustle
“What?”
I was desperate here. There was no stopping in consensual sex, goddammit.
His head lifted and so much regret flitted through his eyes my molten insides froze up. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I let out a relieved breath. “No problem. I got thirty in my bag.”
His eyes went wide again and I realized what an odd comment that was. “No. Not like I had plans to use all thirty. At once. Or any really. It’s just I haven’t cleaned out my bag and I was at this piñata party the other day. And…well, I couldn’t—”
Rip’s hand covered my lips and my word drivel dried up. It was probably for the best.
“Stay right there,” Rip whispered, and then he was gone.
I sat up and ripped off my jean jacket, tossing it on the floor to mingle with his clothes. I looked around the space, noticing he didn’t have one picture or decoration anywhere in his bedroom. It looked like he’d just moved in. That thought saddened me. Made me wonder what it was like in Rip’s head, where he didn’t notice pretty things. Or maybe he just didn’t think he deserved them.
“You weren’t kidding about the thirty.”
His voice came from the hallway a second before he appeared back in the bedroom, a strip of colorful condoms in hand. Holy cannoli, I liked to watch his body move, all coordinated muscles like a soccer player. A really buff, manly one. He tossed the condoms on the bedside table and loomed over me, pushing me onto my back with a palm to my chest. The little wrinkle between his eyebrows was ever present, a look I was learning came as the result of concentration more than frustration.
“I can’t wait to see you without this dress,” he murmured, gaze raking down my body, heating my skin without even touching.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
It was time to get the naked party started. In my experience, most guys didn’t waste much time getting to the good stuff. I reached down between us, intending to whip the dress over my head, but Rip stopped me. His hand gripped my wrist and yanked my arm up over my head, pinning it to the bed.Oh, hello.I didn’t know Rip had it in him to be so dominant like that.
“Let me.”
It wasn’t a question.
My eyes went wide when he reached down, inching the hem higher and higher on my legs until I was squirming with anticipation. When I felt the draft up by my hips, he stopped, the side of his mouth quirking up.
“Cat underwear?”
I shrugged. “I’m not your average girl.” Besides, they were still pretty despite the grumpy cat faces printed all over them. They had lace along the edges and everything.
Rip traced a finger over the material, dipping down between my legs where I wanted him most. I nearly came off the bed, but he snatched his hand away to push me back down again. I growled in response. His grin only grew.
By the time he got the dress above my breasts—where I had a plain lace bra, no cats, thank you very much—I was a hair trigger away from yelling at him to hurry it up. The deep and fast pumping of his chest was the only thing keeping me quiet, knowing he was suffering as much as I was. The dress finally flew over my head and onto the floor. Rip settled onto his side and traced his finger lightly over my nose, my throat, down between my breasts and across my hips. I was liable to vibrate right off the bed if he didn’t kick things up a notch soon.
When that finger took another lap around my covered breasts, I couldn’t wait any longer. With him distracted by the nipples straining to be free from their confines, I inched my hand between us and pounced, wrapping my fingers around the cock straining to be freed from his boxers. Rip jolted back and grunted at the same time, but I didn’t let go. Holy cannoli was right. I could barely wrap my fingers around that beast, and now that I had a good grip, I wasn’t planning to let go. Maybe ever.
“That’s it.”
Rip pushed off the bed, ripping my hand from him. I whimpered, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he hoisted me up under my armpits like a little kid, moving me up on the bed. Before I knew what was happening, he’d unsnapped the front of my bra and yanked it off my left arm and wrapped it around my right. His position put his cock right in my face, and quite frankly, the only explanation for what happened next was because I was distracted by the peek of the fat head from the top of his boxers. Leave it to me to get tied up to a man’s bedpost because I got distracted by a pretty cock.
That’s what happened, by the way. Rip used my own damn bra to tie my right wrist to the bedpost.
“Hey!” I cried, tugging on my arm to no avail and still staring at Mr. Happy. He didn’t frown at me like Rip did. Utterly fascinating.
“Fuck,” Rip muttered, scooching back down the bed and landing face-first on my breasts. I would have pouted about losing eye contact with his cock, but then Rip’s mouth latched on to my nipple and I lost all power of communicating.
What he lacked in word usage, he made up for in tongue dexterity. His teeth nipped, his tongue licked, and his lips puckered against my skin, sending a direct arrow of lust between my legs. I ground my head back and forgot about my arm being unfairly taken out of play. He could tie all four of my limbs as long as he didn’t stop whatever the hell he was doing with that tongue. My legs opened wide and I wound them around his, loving the feel of his heavy weight on me.
This was what the FART factory should be working on. Forget deodorant scents to titillate the senses. They needed to find a way to bottle the feel of a man on top of you, pleasuring you with his mouth. The way electric pulses traveled from north to south, lighting up every pleasure center in the body like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. That shit would sell like hotcakes.
“Wait, where are you going?” I cried.
Rip’s shaggy hair swept down my torso, tickling me with its feather softness. He didn’t leave me guessing long, not when his teeth snagged a bite of my cat underwear. I looked down to see half a grumpy cat in his mouth, Rip’s eyes molten chocolate pools. Who would have thought, Rip Bennett, the quiet one, would be the type to rip my panties off with his teeth? I sure didn’t, but I was so here for it.
