Page 19 of Double Delivery
Every instinct—every cell in my body—needed this. I had to know the taste of him; the sounds he made as he came.
Pleasuring Tripp was more important than getting my own rocks off.
“Ax…,” he moaned, breaking the kiss. Hot air danced across my cheek in puffs as he tried to catch his breath while I moved on to kissing his jaw and nipping his neck.
He slung his arms over my shoulders, his hands fisting my shirt. “Don’t leave hickeys,” he panted.
I growled. Part of me wanted to look at him the next day and see the evidence, but I stopped biting.
Besides, there was something more important. I slid my hand down to Tripp’s hip, then across to cup his bulge. He hissed as I gently squeezed.
“Do you like that?” I growled in his ear.
“What the fuck do you think?” he breathed.
I chuckled, then drew down the zipper on his jeans. I slid my fingers through the opening and massaged him over his underwear.
“Get on with it before we get kicked out,” he whispered.
I let out a single laugh. “The bartender knows what’s up.”
“That doesn’t mean we can take our time.”
I sucked a spot beneath his ear until he moaned, then I popped the button and pushed my hand into his boxers. I slid my fingertips down his length, loving the feel of the delicate skin.
“Ax…” he breathed, removing his arms from around me just long enough to push his pants down and free his cock. Then he flung them over my shoulders again and clung to my shirt.
This was what I’d been craving: bringing another man pleasure.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave him a few strokes.
“Good?” I asked as his breathing quickened.
“Yes…”
“More?”
He growled in frustration.
I laughed, released his cock long enough to spit on my palm, then started stroking him again.
Tripp’s head fell back, exposing the column of his throat.
It took all my willpower to keep myself from marking the smooth expanse of skin.
Tripp’s cock felt amazing in my hand: long, hard, and hot. The soft skin was like velvet against my fingertips, and the way he responded to my touch was incredible. His hips bucked whenever I wrapped my hand fully around him, and he whined needily when I’d switch to lightly running my fingertips up his length and around the head.
The way he moaned whenever I’d reach down to stroke his balls was like music made just for me.
I used the hand in his hair to angle his head so that I could kiss farther along his neck. I ran my nose along his hairline and caught a whiff of Ollie’s scent clinging to him.
Something inside me went feral. The combination of Tripp and Ollie’s scents awakened a desire I’d never known.
“Fuck it,” I growled. I released his hair to pull the collar of his shirt aside and started sucking on a patch of skin while exclusively stroking his cock.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Nobody will see it here,” I grunted. “It’ll be hidden by your uniform.”
