Clusterpuck (Vegas Crush #9)

17. Here I Am

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here i am

Lila

My favorite Tripp Blackburn is the one who is cornered and uncomfortable. Blushing, even. I love it. It makes me feel reckless in a way I never am in real life.

Something about being alone with him makes me feel bold.

As he works hard to contain himself now, I know I need to make a move. I need to move this thing along, just to see if it could be as good between us as I have imagined.

“Being around you…” I say, trailing off, catching my breath and trying again, “it makes me want you to see me.”

“Oh, I see you,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

“No. I mean, I want you to really see me. I would never have paraded around in a bikini in front of my colleagues if not for you. I wanted you to see my body. To see me.”

“You wanted me to see you?” He seems dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I want you, Tripp. I have, for a long time.”

The look he gives me is so intense. It’s like his mind is warring with his body. His eyes are dark, pupils huge; the blue I love so much hidden by desire. And it’s enough to spur me on. I pull my extra huge T-shirt over my head, and slide my underwear down over my hips and let them drop to the floor.

I’m bare to him, all of me on display. The cool air of the room makes me shiver, my nipples hardening, gooseflesh erupting on my skin as his hungry gaze takes in every inch of my body.

“Lila…” He sounds a little broken as he chokes out my name.

“I said I wanted you to see me. Here I am, Tripp.”

His head falls back as he looks at the ceiling, almost like he’s praying for help or support. After a moment, he speaks. “I’ve always told myself I wouldn’t cross this line, Lila.”

“There is no line. Not anymore. I’m twenty-three years old. An adult. Able to make my own decisions. I’m an adult. You’re an adult. There is no line.”

I step closer, taking his hand, guiding it between my legs. He groans as I move his fingertips to touch me, my pussy wet and ready.

“Touch me, Tripp,” I whisper. “I need it.”

His fingers slip in between my folds, finding my clit. A sharp breath in as he hits the right button. Two fingers inside, slow and torturous, but so good. I sag a bit into his movements. He leans in to kiss me, unhurried, savoring.

“Your mouth tastes like I thought it would,” he says. The words send a tingle up my spine, the implication thick.

One hand rests on his muscular chest. The other cups his cock, hard beneath the fleece material of his hastily purchased sweatpants. I rub him outside of his clothing as he uses those talented fingers to pleasure me, his lips moving from my mouth to my jaw, my jaw to my ear, my ear to my neck. Each new place he kisses adds to the overwhelming feeling that’s building inside of me. I love the feel of his fingers inside of me. I love the scratch of his beard on my skin. I love the way he smells and the feel of his rock-hard muscles beneath my roaming hands.

I slip my hand beneath the fabric of his pants and take his huge cock in a tight grip. To my great pleasure, he lets out a shocked gasp, his forehead resting against mine as his eyes close. As I stroke up and down his length, he picks up the pace, matching my rhythm with his own explorations.

“I want you coming for me,” he growls. “Come for me. Right now.”

My hips jut forward, meeting him, muscles flexing as I feel myself ready to fall over that cliff, up on my tiptoes, wet and wanting. And when I come, it’s with a cry that’s nearly inhuman. The orgasm lasts for what seems like forever. I forget how to breathe. I forget my name. I forget what planet I’m on. Stars burst behind my eyes and when they finally dissipate, I’m weak and disoriented. It takes me a moment to come back to reality, my eyes meeting his, finding an expression that is equal parts desire and amazement.

Repaying the favor, we kiss deeply as I stroke him closer to his own release. When I can’t stand it anymore, I fall to my knees, pulling his joggers down, taking the long, hard length of his cock into my mouth, to the back of my throat. We watch each other as I suck and lick; the idea of giving him pleasure spurring me, making that lustful heat in my belly return. I could come again and again with this man. I know it now. All he needs to do is touch me and I would burst. I’d be gone, over the edge again.

When he comes, he tries to pull out of my mouth, but I don’t allow it. I take it all in, relishing the fact he’s letting me have him so intimately. I make sure to meet his hooded eyes as he finds his own ecstasy, his low groan roaring louder as he makes his way to the end, and I start swallowing. Every last drop of his release.

We stay connected for a moment. I don’t want to let him go because I’m afraid we won’t get back to this point again, that he won’t allow us to get back to here again.

But eventually he gets his way when he reaches down to help me to my feet. I’m not nearly sated as we walk to the bathroom to clean up in silence, as I brush my teeth, as he leads me to the bed, under the covers, our naked bodies spooning.

I want so much more. I want him inside of me, on top of me. I want to ride him. I want to kiss him.

We don’t speak. He just holds me against his hard, warm body and, eventually, I fall asleep.

I’m awakened by the sound of both of our phones buzzing. I answer, an automated message letting me know our flights have, again, been delayed.

As I push my phone back to the nightstand, Tripp’s hand low on my belly beckons me back against him. He’s hard again, long and thick against my backside. His hand moves to cup my breast, his fingers playing at my nipple.

He settles on top of me and eases my legs a part. I let him in, his cock sliding deep inside of me like a key into a lock, like it was made to fit there. It’s tight but so good…so good.

“Fuck, you’re wet—so wet and ready for my cock,” he growls down at me as he thrusts in deep. He lowers his head to find my nipple and sucks hard on it, scraping the last little bit with his teeth as he begins to fuck me. A cry slips from the back of my throat as I arch into the tight slide of his cock deep inside me and the prickly rasp of his beard stubble at my breast, utterly losing myself to the wild need to be taken by him. Then that wonderful hand of his moves down, down over my belly, then to between my legs, where our bodies are joined, his magic fingers finding my clit pulsing. We move against each other as he plucks at that button, an easy orgasm ripping through me, my pussy tightening around him. “Oh yeah, that’s it, you’re gonna come all over my cock in your cunt right now, and then you’re gonna come again, Lila Jayne.”

Tripp is a talker in bed. He coaxes and orders and moans and curses. It’s dirty and sexy and it emboldens me even further—much further than I’ve ever allowed myself to go sexually. I feel free with him, free to fuck and be fucked, free to cry out, to moan, to explore.

I’ve never felt this way. Not ever.

When he rolls to his back, his hands come to my sides and tug. “I want to fuck you like this, Lila Jayne, so I can always remember, come on.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m in a perpetual swoon as I climb atop him, straddling, taking his big cock in so deeply it hurts a little. I look at him, a feast for the eyes with defined pectorals and ripped abs. His chest has a manly patch of dark blond hair across it, thinning down to a happy trail, and then even further down to surround his cock. He’s a man. A real man. His beard, salty with gray to match the gray at his temples, only turns me on more. His eyes pierce through me, so blue, so focused on our bodies as we start to fuck.

I ride him, picking up momentum, almost frantic as I fuck him, my hands touching those muscles of his chest and stomach. He sits up slightly, pushing even further inside of me, his teeth biting and grazing at my nipples again.

When I come again, my head falls back, that sense of losing place and time taking over once more. I ride the wave, crying, sighing, moaning. It’s nonsensical, animal-like reactions I’m helpless to suppress. He comes with me, my name on his lips, “Lila, Lila, Lila…” as he pushes his mouth hard to mine, claiming it with his tongue mimicking how his cock is claiming my sex, spilling into me, melding our bodies into one. His tongue presses in deep as he kisses me slowly, holding me in his strong arms, giving me so many orgasms until I can’t hold myself upright anymore.

I collapse down onto him, a heap of limbs intertwined with his, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beating like a wild thing as I breathe in great gulps above it.

I hope our flight never gets called because I want to stay here with him in this moment together forever.