Friends with Benefits - Nicole Blanchard Page 0,30
the haze had faded away from my vision, Tripp was back on his feet. After a moment, I realized it was the sound of his zipper drawing down that had caught my attention. His hands pushed at his jeans, freeing his dick, which glistened at the tip with a drop of precum. I wanted to taste it, but before I could get to my knees, he stopped me.
“You put your mouth on me, angel, and I’ll lose it. Next time,” he promised.
I meant to argue, really, I did, but he wrapped my thighs around his waist and kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue. It was something I’d never done before, but damn, I liked it.
Then the thick head of his cock was pressing against me, and the heat that had built while he was going down on me returned with a vengeance. I clung to his shoulders and his neck and threw back my head as he teased my clit back and forth with long, slow strokes. He pushed inside once, and my eyes fluttered close. He was the perfect size. Thick enough to make it hurt in all the best ways, and long enough that he went deep to make me feel like he was a part of me.
He paused, muscles straining. “Fuck me, I didn’t bring a condom,” he said and sounded like a dying man.
I grabbed at his hips with my thighs, nearly sobbing with frustration. The friction was unbelievable. All of it was otherworldly, and I didn’t want him to stop. For the first time in my life, I was willing to say damn the consequences.
“I’m clean. I get screened for work, and I got tested after Chris to be safe. I’ve got an IUD.” It didn’t shame me to talk about it. I had never really been shy about my body.
“I get screened for ball. I haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup,” he admitted, which shocked the hell out of me, considering all of his hangarounds. “But I’ll stop if you want me to. I wasn’t exactly planning on this.”
“No, don’t. We should be fine. I trust you.”
And I did.
With all of me.
Which is why, when he continued, I relaxed into him, forgetting everything but how he felt.
It was like his hips moved without conscious effort. I could still see remnants of surprise and disbelief on his face, which were soon replaced by rapture. We’d deal with the consequences later. It felt too good to stop.
My arms went around his shoulders, and he twisted to press me against the kitchen wall without me having to say the countertop was digging into my back. The new position made him go deep inside with each thrust, and, with the wall at my back, I had nowhere to go, no place to escape. All I could do was endure.
Strangled, high-pitched sounds that sounded nothing like me came from my throat. It was like he made me lose control. And I liked it.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Give it to me, angel. Come on me again.”
“Oh, God.” I’d never heard Tripp like this before, never dreamed the sweet, gentle baseball star could have such a filthy-talking dirty side.
“Yes, right there,” he said, more to himself than me when my moans hitched up an octave. He pinned my hips to the counter and held me in place as he worked a spot inside me that made me see stars relentlessly.
My body tightened all around him, unbidden. I stopped breathing. All of my senses honed in on the point of contact that felt like a spark of stars inside me.
“I’m gonna come again,” I warned because it felt like an explosion about to detonate.
“Do it,” he ordered. “Now, now, now.”
I came on a harsh exhalation, my limbs like vices around him. He continued thrusting until they relaxed, and then his hips pistoned once, twice, three times, and he roared his own release. The heat of him warmed me from the inside out, and as we came down and he put my feet on the floor, I could feel it seep out and down my legs, grounding me a little.
My thighs shook, and Tripp was breathing like he’d run a marathon. “Give me a second,” he said. “I think I’m dead.” He held me until we both stopped shaking, then said, “We should clean up before they get home. Shower?”
“Yes,” I said and followed him to the bathroom.
He turned on the spray and tested the temperature until he deemed