Page 73 of Up in Smoke

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, Isavored 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.Pleasedon’t stop.”

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