Page 20 of Double Delivery
“Fuuuuck,” he whimpered, thrusting into my hand.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
I growled as I resumed marking him. I tightened my grip on his cock and added a small twist at the end of every stroke.
I needed to ruin him; make it so that I was the only alpha he could imagine being with.
Tripp’s fingers dug into my back—my shirt the only thing protecting me from claw marks. Part of me hoped that there would still be something I could look at in the mirror as proof that this had really happened.
“Ax…” he panted. “Ax…”
“Come for me,” I ordered.
He let out a breathy whine as his cock started pulsing, hot spend coating my hand.
I struggled to hold back a roar of triumph. I’d done that—I’d made him come.
Instead, I used my grip on the back of his head to angle his face so that I could kiss him.
Tripp moaned into my mouth as his orgasm started to taper off, though he still clung to the back of my shirt as if he’d collapse without holding onto me.
It felt soright,andI didn’t want to let him go.
His breath was hot against my face as I broke the kiss, and the way the air moved against my stubble sent shivers down my spine.
I released his cock, then, for some reason I couldn’t explain, I licked his spend from my hand.
“Fuck…” Tripp whispered.
I smirked at him and noted how his pupils widened.
He used his leverage on my shirt to pull me back for another kiss.
God, it felt so good to be kissing him. I could almost imagine a life with him, except something was missing.
Tripp released the back of my shirt. One hand slid through my hair, cradling the back of my head, the other he trailed down my front until he could massage my bulge—making me moan.
“Your turn,” he whispered as he finally broke the kiss.
“You don’t have to,” I breathed.
Tripp chuckled, then pushed me against the stall divider. “No way am I going to owe you one,” he growled. Then he leaned in and dragged his teeth along the shell of my ear. “Besides… I want to.”
I moaned as he nipped along my jaw, then he dropped to his knees and rubbed his face where my jeans were tented.
He hooked his fingers into my waistband, then glanced up.
I nodded as our eyes met, giving him permission.
His gaze remained locked as he popped the button and drew down the zipper. He only broke eye-contact when he pulled down my pants and boxers, freeing my cock.
I hissed as cool air swirled around my heated flesh, but the sound immediately turned into a moan as Tripp wrapped one hand around the shaft and licked the head.
He smirked, then pressed his kiss-swollen lips to the tip.
I watched, captivated, as his mouth opened and my cock disappeared into the wet heat. There was a pause as I hit the back of his throat, then a groan as he swallowed and took me deep.
