Page 32 of Up in Smoke (The Bunkhouse #3)

MESA

As the beam of morning sun coming through the window casts a soft patch of light over Tripp’s face, I smile.

What a sight. He’s the most gorgeous human being on the planet.

I’ve never woken up wanting to bang the living daylights out of the person next to me before I’ve even had a cup of coffee or a few minutes to collect myself before today.

He’s already had his hands up my shirt and is doing his best not to grind his dick against my ass, so I know he’s half awake.

He doesn’t stir when I carefully creep beneath the covers and pull his briefs down. It isn’t until my hand grips his hard length and my mouth covers the head that he sits up.

“ Holy shit ,” he breathes out with a groggy edge to his sleepy voice. “Mace.”

I ignore him and take him all the way to the back of my throat. As far as I can fit him, anyway. He pushes the covers off, and I lift my mouth to run my hand over his now wet and impossibly hard shaft.

“ Mesa.” His eyes close, he throws his head back, and eventually gives up trying to prop up his upper body.

“Yes? Something wrong?” I answer, immediately bobbing down again while lightly gripping and twisting my fist up and down his length simultaneously.

He makes a choking sound, and my eyes flick up to him. I almost laugh because his mouth is hanging open, his abs are clenched, and one of his hands is pulling at the hair on top of his head.

His only answer to my question is a deep moan the second I cup his balls and suck his head into my mouth with enough force to pull a gummy bear through a plastic straw.

“Hmm?” I hum without removing my mouth.

He starts breathing fast, and one of his hands threads through my hair. “No— ahh . Fuck . Keep going, baby.”

He’s beside himself, and I love it. I don’t have many tricks up my sleeve when it comes to blow jobs. Seeing him in bed this morning, though, my mind went wild with ideas. And I knew I was going to taste him before I left to start on some work, if it was the last thing I did.

My mouth waters when his hips take over. Both of his hands are in my hair now, and I happily relinquish control.

He moans with every slow thrust. My scalp prickles as his fingers pull tighter, guiding me up and down.

He goes deeper for a change, and my eyes water until he backs out an inch. I think he’ll revert to his previous pace, but instead, he cups the back of my head.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I do as I’m told, and he slides over my tongue several times before pushing deep again.

“Breathe through your nose.”

I wish I could smile right now. Is this part of why he initially agreed to teach me a thing or two? He gets off on it. And so do I.

He’s nearly all the way in, and the urge to gag is almost too strong. He holds me there with one hand still at the back of my head and the other cupping my chin.

“It’s just a little more, baby.”

He eases me down until my nose almost touches his abdomen. I stay calm, impressed with myself for getting this far.

“ Fuuuuuck . That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His thumb strokes my jaw while his grip in my hair tightens. A few seconds go by while he admires the sight below him. The sounds coming from him turn me on so damn much, I manage to slip a hand under the elastic of my panties and give needed pressure to the throbbing ache between my legs.

I only work two small circles around my clit before he abruptly lifts my head completely. Our eyes meet as I gasp for air with a heaving chest. Still, I smile, loving the addictive rush I get when he guides me however he pleases.

“Look at you,” he moans. The sound is almost pained, but the smirk on his face says he likes what he sees.

His thumb wipes my lower lip before his eyes flick to my hand between my legs. Before he has a chance to comment, my fingers pick up speed and I lower my head again. Between him filling my mouth and the tingling building in my core, I’m close to coming apart already.

It doesn’t take long before he hardens even more, and all his movements still.

“Mace?” he grunts out.

Instead of pulling off, I lower my mouth as far as I can go without choking, and he takes that as his sign. Every drop of him empties into my throat, and I wait for him to slump completely on his back with a groan before swallowing.

I can count on one hand the number of blow jobs I’ve enjoyed.

Probably just one finger, actually. This time, it was all my idea.

Instead of worrying about how much he’d enjoy it, I savored my own pleasure in making him come undone.

From his helpless shock to his domineering takeover—I’m lightheaded and am already planning when I can surprise him with it again.

Tripp’s forearm is draped over his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. My hand lightly touches his rapidly expanding chest to hopefully calm him back down.

“Are you okay?”

“Nope,” he breathes out.

I giggle and move to straddle him so that I can use both hands to run them over the skin on his upper body. The ridges of muscle flutter under my fingers as I roam the expanse of his abs and chest.

“T.”

“Yeah?” he whispers.

“I’m going to the city tonight. My nana’s birthday is tomorrow.”

He nods but is still covering his eyes and trying to slow the rapid rise and fall of his chest. “I can’t tag along this time. Gage’s bach party is tomorrow.”

“That’s okay. I’ll call and bother you,” I joke. “Want me to make breakfast?”

“No,” he answers, finally uncovering his eyes. My lips part when he fists the hem of my shirt. “I’ll skip my next meal to get more time in bed with you.”

The squeal that comes out of me when he quickly lifts my shirt and leans forward to trap one of my nipples between his teeth is almost deafening.

There’s no way everyone else in the vicinity of this bunkhouse didn’t hear it.

My hands latch onto his shoulders for balance, and I moan when his fingers dip under the band of my sweatpants and trail down over my panties.

“You started without me,” he growls.

I try to laugh, but his thumb pushes down over my clit. “I’m not allowed to touch myself?” I breathe out through a smirk.

“You can. But it’s hard to watch when I wish I could be the one with my hands down your pants.”

“ God ,” I moan. “That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

“Naughty girl,” he whispers. “Waking me up with my cock in your mouth like that.”

My weight bears down, and I grind against his hand. It’s shameless, but I don’t give a damn. The combination of his words and his hand is unbelievably hot.

Supporting my upper body weight suddenly feels impossible, and I crash into his chest. My head falls forward and lands between his neck and shoulder while my legs begin to shake uncontrollably. I moan so deep I think my lungs might burst.

He turns his hand to use his middle fingers, slow and controlled, working the perfect amount of pressure in circles around my clit. My eyes fall closed, and I can’t help but turn my head with an open-mouthed kiss at the base of his neck.

“Do you have any idea how much I loved filling up your mouth like that?” he whispers. “Next, it’s this cunt I’m going to fill.”

I rock against his hand, and when he finally works his fingers fast enough to make my entire body convulse, it hits me fast. Intense. And so damn good.

I collapse on top of Tripp, who instantly removes his hand from my pants and brings an arm up to wrap around me. I’m turned onto my back and looking up at him hovering above me in seconds. Aftershocks wrack through my lower abdomen while he smirks down at me.

“I’m too good at my job,” he says. “No tips needed that time.”

“You’re a cocky son of a?—”

He lowers his mouth to mine, and I pull him in close. Smiling in the middle of a kiss isn’t possible, is it? Except we’re both doing it. My legs continue to shake slightly, but my contented sigh eventually melts every lingering tremor that insists on sticking around.

“What time is it?” I say between unhurried kisses.

“Time for me to pretend I don’t have a job or care what time it is.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but he ignores the look and kisses the side of my neck instead.

“I’m gonna miss you this weekend,” he mumbles.

No, whines . It’s adorable, and I run my hands through his hair. This all feels so new, yet natural at the same time. It feels right.

“I’ll miss you, too,” I say, placing a quick kiss on his temple before wiggling out of his arms and standing to stretch next to the bed.

Tripp buries his head in the nearest pillow with a frustrated growl.

“I’ll be here when you get back from your little bachelor party, you big baby.”