Page 6 of Trip (Riders of Retribution #3)

Trip

With emotions running high and Julia’s desire made explicitly clear, there’s no denying her of what she wants. I kiss her wildly, cupping her face in my hands and changing the angle so I can explore the depths of her mouth. She sighs, melting into me and draping her arms around my neck.

The kiss is sweet and soft, hot and heated. I could get lost in this. I could kiss her for hours just like this and be satisfied.

That’s not what my girl wants, though. She said she wants all of me. And I’m quickly learning that I’ll give this woman anything she asks for.

So, even though it pains me to do it, I separate our mouths. She whines, leaning back toward me as if to beg for more contact, and the action goes straight to my cock. She’ll get more. We’ll both get more. There’s just too much fabric separating the two of us.

“Let’s get you out of your clothes,” I say, untucking her black t-shirt from her jeans as she shucks off the jacket she was wearing. When she reaches down, apparently intending on doing it herself, I gently push her hands away and say, “No, let me.”

When she nods, I get on with my task, pulling her shirt above her head. I can’t help but lean forward to kiss the newly exposed skin of her chest. My lips linger between her two breasts just above the front of her bra.

It’s blocking my view and my reach, so I reach behind her and undo the clasp expertly. Then, I lean back just enough to take it off of her. When her perky, perfect breasts are in front of me, I groan, my cock fattening up to nearly full hardness in my pants.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Julia,” I growl as I lean in to capture one of her nipples between my lips.

She whimpers as I flick my tongue over the pert little nub.

Her body is practically singing my praises, and she holds me in place, greedily taking everything that I can give.

Her sensitivity is intoxicating, and I want to drink it all in, take my time with her and learn all of the different noises she makes and the spots that drive her crazy.

When I’m satisfied with the attention I’ve given to her first nipple, I move onto the second. As I close my mouth around the bundle of nerves, I bring up my hand to continue stimulating her on the other side. She cries out in delight, and I smile against her skin.

I keep up my ministrations for a few minutes with no intention of stopping.

The sounds she makes are too delicious. The way she moves her body, holding me in place with surprisingly strong arms, is too good to give up.

But then, my name falls from her lips, broken and needy, and I remember my end goal.

Pulling away from her breasts with a pornographic pop, I shift my hands to her waist. I give myself a second to take in her appearance, to dedicate to memory just how wrecked she is from my mouth on her nipples. Then, I work on getting her out of her pants.

They go easily, and Julia lifts herself up to help my efforts. I take her panties down with them, not wanting to waste any time. My cock is aching for her, and the wet spot I see on the cotton underwear that I toss to the side tells me that she’s just as ready for me.

Before she’s able to settle herself back on my lap, I stand and guide her onto the couch.

Then, I take another moment to admire her.

She’s gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, her skin smooth and soft.

Her black hair falls around her head like a halo, and the ocean blue eyes that I’m sure I’m falling in love with stare up at me.

“Trip,” she says after a few seconds pass. “Is– is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” I say as I lean down to give her a soft kiss. “I was just admiring how goddamn gorgeous you are.”

The statement sends her into a fit of giggles and pride swells in my chest. As she recovers from her joy, I step back and make quick work of my leather jacket and shirt.

Then, checking to make sure Julia’s watching, I drop my jeans and boxers, my cock standing at attention, practically begging for her pussy.

“You’re huge,” she says, eyes the size of dinner plates. Then, she clamps a hand over her mouth as though she’s embarrassed by her outburst.

“Am I?” I ask as I position myself above her.

She parts her legs, letting me get tantalizingly close to her center. Her face is bright red as she says, “I mean… I think so? I… How are you going to fit?”

I chuckle at her innocence. Despite everything she’s been through, this woman still holds onto something untouched by anyone else.

There’s something selfish deep inside of me that delights in knowing I’m the first man that’s ever had her like this.

And there’s something incredibly possessive and territorial that says I’m going to be the only man to ever have her like this.

“Trust me, Julia,” I say, leaning down so I can whisper in her ear. “It’ll fit. We were made for each other.”

“Okay,” she says with a satisfied sigh. “I trust you.”

“That’s my girl,” I praise, tangling my fingers in her hair as I pull her into another deep, filthy kiss.

I let her melt into the kiss. Her arms wrap around my body, trying to get me even closer. I let myself be pulled down, my cock brushing against her wet folds.

Both of us groan at the contact, and Julia’s hips jerk upward. Her need is palpable, and making her wait any longer feels cruel. Still, I need to make sure she can take me.

Balancing myself on my elbow, I drag a hand down her side. With nimble fingers, I swipe through the wetness between her legs. Then, I slip two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out.

“Trip, please,” she begs, grinding against the heel of my palm. “Please.”

The fact that she knows exactly what she’s asking for makes my cock pulse with want. There is no more denying either of us. I need to be inside her. Now.

“You want my cock?” I ask as I remove my fingers from inside her. “Is that what you’re begging for?”

“Yes,” she hisses, her hips adjusting as I position my cock at her opening, sliding the tip of it through her wetness. “I want your cock, Trip.”

That’s all I need. I plunge inside her as slowly as I can muster to keep her from any pain. She moans my name, digging her fingertips into my skin. I stay there, still and completely sheathed in her warmth, fighting my instincts to fuck her wildly.

It isn’t until her hips start to piston, trying to get more friction, that I finally give in to my desires and my instincts. I pull out almost completely before plunging back in. Julia throws her head back and lets out a breathy moan.

With a smirk on my face, I do it again. Then again. I work myself up into a steady, almost bruising pace. And Julia takes it like a champ, noises and broken words spilling from her lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say, my voice bringing those gorgeous eyes back to my face. “So wet for me, Julia.”

“Trip,” she whines, the first coherent word she’s spoken since I started fucking her. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah, baby?” I ask, loving the way she’s so drunk on pleasure that her words are slurring. “You like my big cock?”

“Love your big cock,” she responds before her body clenches around me.

I can feel her orgasm approaching, and I’m distantly aware of the fact that mine isn’t too far behind.

I’m focused on her pleasure first, though.

She’s what’s important to me, and I’m going to make her cum so hard that she’s desperate for more.

I’m going to have my girl begging for me to do this again and again.

As I continue to work her over, I connect our mouths. She can barely keep up, too overwhelmed with everything else that’s going on. I take her breast in my palm, squeezing slightly and drawing out even needier sounds.

She’s never felt like this before, never had anyone else do this to her.

And, by the way she’s reacting, I can only assume that she hasn’t given herself an orgasm either.

Having her in the palm of my hand like this fills me with the kind of power that I don’t think I’ll ever get from anything else.

The only thing that could even possibly compare is being on the back of a bike, but this is still miles better.

“You close, Julia?” I ask, breaking our kiss and drinking in the deep breaths she lets out. “Come on, baby. Let me hear that pretty little voice.”

“Mhm,” she whimpers. Then, her mouth falls open, and she practically screams, “Almost there, Trip. Almost.”

“I’ve got you,” I say as I dip down to kiss her neck, slightly changing the angle of my hips.

That seems to do it. The head of my cock rams directly into her g-spot. She yelps as I push her right over the edge.

Her pussy contracts around my length. It’s like she’s strangling me in the best kind of way. She moans my name and digs her short fingernails into my skin. And I just keep fucking her through it, prolonging her delight as long as I possibly can.

Just as her pleasure starts to wane, I fill her up with rope after rope of my release. I kiss her in a way that ensures she knows she’s mine. In this moment, I’m claiming her as my own, ruining her for everyone but me in the same way that she’s ruined me for everyone else.

For a few moments, we stay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms. After I catch my breath, I pull my softening cock from inside of her. Then, exhausted and more comfortable than I’ve ever felt with another person, I change our positions so she’s lying on my chest.

As I run my fingers through her hair, I begrudgingly admit to myself that I like this. I’ve never been one to cuddle after sex. Normally, I stick around long enough to say goodbye and don’t look back. When it comes to Julia, I don’t want to let go, not ever.

“You know,” I say, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, “I’m going to take good care of you, Julia. I’m going to keep you and your family safe. I’m promising you that.”

“I think I’d really like that,” she says quietly, her voice a little muffled. “It’d be nice to have someone else sharing the burden.”

“You don’t have to worry about doing things alone ever again, Julia,” I promise her, tightening my arms around her form and letting my eyes drift closed. “You don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m around.