Page 69 of Stay With Me
Instead of giving him room to throw, I kneel in front of him, unbutton his jeans, and lower his zipper. Then I remove my glasses and hard hat.
“What’re you doing?” he whisper-hisses, glancing around us and removing his own hat.
“No one can see me down here.” I lower his boxers justenough to pull him out. Tripp’s hard and thick in my hand, with angry veins pulsating against my palm. It’s so much hotter in person than on a screen.
“Magnolia. We’re gonna get caught.”
I ignore his panicked tone and laugh to myself at how he thinks using my real name will stop me.
“Our stall is private, and I’m hidden under a wooden table. The only ones who could potentially see are the ones watching the surveillance cameras behind you. So if you don’t want them to see what I’m about to do to you, I suggest you stand still.” Then I give him a long, hot lick up his shaft.
“Jesus Christ.” His head falls back as he keeps his feet planted. “You’re in so much trouble.”
“Don’t forget your axe,” I tease before wrapping my tongue around his crown and then push him into my mouth.
He cups the back of my head with one hand and white-knuckles the edge of the table with his other. “I can’t throw with you gaggin’ on my dick, Sunny.”
His hushed voice has me smiling with pride.
I release him with a pop. “Told you payback’s a bitch.”
Then I deep-throat him as I stroke his length over and over. Saliva covers my fingers as I keep up with my pace. There’s no time to go slow or tease him, so I need to bring him to the edge as fast as I can.
“Holy fuck. I’m gonna come.” His fingers tighten against my skull as if he’s fighting back his moans. Between the music and people chatting in the other stalls, no one would hear him anyway.
When he bites his lip and holds his breath, I feel his body tense against me. A deep, guttural groan vibrates through him, and I know he’s close. I open wide, stick out my tongue, and hold his shaft as he unleashes in my mouth.
He finally exhales and his entire body relaxes.
“That was insane.” He smacks his tip against my tongue, and I laugh.
Once he puts himself back in his boxers and zips up, he whipsoff his glasses, grabs my hand, and helps me to my feet. I expect him to scold me or threaten punishment, but he lifts me up on the table, stands between my legs, and devours my mouth.
“That was the second fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he says against my lips. “And so damn risky.”
“I thought you were a risk-taker,” I muse, lifting a brow.
“Not usually in terms of public sex, but I’ll try anything once.” He smirks. “We should go before I eat your pussy right here for all those creepy security guards to watch.”
“Don’t haveta tell me twice.”
Tripp helps me down, but then I quickly grab his hand to stop him. “Wait. Does this mean I won?”
Closing the gap between us, he holds my chin and tenderly rubs the pad of his thumb along my jaw. But then a devilish smirk spreads across his face. “Who said we were done playin’?”
I’m left speechless as Tripp drags us out of the building, and when he opens the back door to his truck, he motions for me to climb in.
“Lie down, sweetheart. I’m about to take back the victory.”
Thank God for bench seats.
I do as he says while he closes the door, and then he rests one knee between my legs.
“Good thing it’s already pitch-black out because the thought of someone seein’ you spread out half-naked through the window would drive me crazy.” He grabs the button on my jeans and flicks it open before lowering my zipper.
“I like this possessive side of you.” I’m already panting as I help him drag my panties down.
“It’s always been there. I was just good at hidin’ it from you.” He leans down, spreads my legs open, and then brushes his nose along my slit.
