Page 40 of Side Hustle
He slid them down my legs, taking over with his hands when it took too long, crouching back on the bed to stare at me completely bare to his gaze. I should have felt some sense of modesty right about then and moved to close my legs. Normally, with any other guy, I would have. But with Rip, he had such an expression of straight rapture on his face, I couldn’t take it away from him. If my bare pussy made him look like that, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to fall to his knees in worship or bury himself inside me and never leave, I’d let him look his fill.
“My turn,” I whispered. Good Lord above, did I want to see his cock. Not just the tip either.
His gaze flicked to my face and he pushed down his boxers without preamble. He climbed back over me and I strained to see what he was packing. I’d spent more than a night or two as a frenzied teen girl, wondering what he looked like. I’d had the biggest crush on Rip junior year and the teen girl in me still wanted to ogle his cock and giggle over it.
“Stop!” Was that my voice? The one with so much breath behind it I sounded like a croaking bagpipe?
Rip froze and I used my left hand to reach between us and wrap around his dick. He jerked again and I rejoiced in my ability to make him react.
“I need to see it,” I whimpered.
He chuckled, the sound cut off when I swiped my thumb across the tip. He indulged me, climbing up, knees high on either side of my waist, his cock proudly jutting up toward my face.
“Ohh…he’s beautiful,” I whispered, salivating at the sight of a perfectly erect penis of at least eight inches and a girth that made me question a few things about what would happen next.
“Thank you?” Rip replied, a laugh evident in his tone.
I shook my head. He didn’t get it. “You gotta celebrate grade A dick. It’s a girl thing.”
Rip leaned over me and grabbed a condom off the bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth and handing it to me. “How about we celebrate by putting this on?”
It was a good idea, but I had just one thing I had to do first. I lifted my head and swiped my tongue from base to tip, wrapping my lips around his silky skin and sucking just the head. He hissed above me and jerked back, putting an end to that.
“Can’t blame a girl for taking a taste test.” I smirked up at him, seeing that his jaw was locked tight, that frown back in place.
Using my one free hand, I slid the condom down his length, making his cock a promise to spend more time with him later. Now that I’d seen it and tasted it, I couldn’t be satisfied with just one time. Nope. I was already looking for ways to make this all happen again. Like tomorrow. And maybe every day after that. I mean, if I’d known Rip had had this perfect cock the whole time we’d known each other, I would’ve lobbied for a frenemies-with-benefits position a long time ago.
“What are you muttering?” Rip asked.
My gaze flew to his face right above me. He had such nice eyebrows. Weird thought, I know, but up close and personal like this, I felt like I could stare at him like I wanted to. Before, we’d loathed each other. Anytime we saw each other, our gazes would jump away like the other person was contagious. Now, I wanted to soak him in. Look my fill.
“Sorry,” I whispered back. “Just amazed by you. By us. Doing this.”
His lips curved upward. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
“You have?”
He notched himself at my opening and my breath caught. He pushed and just the tip of him slid inside. “Haven’t you?” His voice was strained.
I shook my head, feeling waves of pleasure spread through my limbs. “No. But I see the appeal now.”
He slid in another few inches and I thought I might sing like a Disney princess it felt so good.
“Yes…” I breathed, feeling myself stretching to accommodate him.
Rip held himself above me on shaky forearms. I reached for his face, smoothing across his cheek before reaching around and grabbing on to his hair. If he didn’t fill me to the brim, I thought I might explode. I did a little sit-up and whispered in his ear.
“Give me all of you right now, Rip Bennett.”
The man was contrary by nature, but sex must have been his kryptonite because he obeyed immediately, plunging in deep and making me cry out. Shivers broke out on my skin and I was pretty sure my toes cramped they curled so hard. He pulled back and then thrust forward again, the pace quickening into a welcomed frenzy. The bed began to bang the wall in a psychotic rhythm.
Rip dropped his head and kissed my jaw sloppily before slowing down and taking my nipple in his mouth again. His hands were everywhere, touching, stroking, and gripping every body part he could reach. Then his thumb brushed over my clit and I nearly came off the bed, my right shoulder burning against the restraints. What was this sex magic Rip had kept a secret? He was all scowls and bad attitude, hiding the fact he could rock a girl’s world with his body.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” he muttered, hair beautifully mussed from my hand.
He kept strumming and thrusting and my breath caught in my chest. I could feel the swell approaching, the one that would knock me off my feet and send me flying. It was too soon. Way too soon. I wanted to last another hour. I’d even take just five more minutes.
“So fucking gorgeous, Hazel,” he said out loud, gaze gliding down my torso to zero in on the beautiful torture his thumb stirred in me.
