Page 22 of Trip

C.C.

As soon as we were out of earshot of the house, Trip wasted no time in claiming my mouth with his. It was a kiss that demanded my full attention, and I found myself once again willingly surrendering to his passionate advance. His lips were insistent, his tongue confidently taking control. I felt my knees go weak as he pulled me closer, his hands burning a path up and down my back. It was a kiss that left me breathless and, for a moment, I forgot where we were headed.

Trip was certainly a confident kisser. I couldn’t help but smile against his mouth as he briefly retreated, only to dive back in for more. It was like he knew exactly how to make me forget about everything except the feel of his lips on mine. I wondered if he had been practicing his kissing techniques in his spare time—not that I was complaining!

His hands continued their journey along my back, sending shivers down my spine, and I melted into him. It was clear that Trip was not going to let me get away without making his intentions known, and I had a feeling this kiss was just the beginning of his persuasive tactics. Little did he know, I was more than happy to play along.

I trembled in a quick shiver, flattening my palms against his chest. I no longer noticed the chill in the air, the tiredness in my bones, the heat of anger that only moments ago had coursed through my body.

My mind focused entirely on Trip.

I leaned into him. A moan came from me as my arms slid around his neck and my tongue thrust against his. The connection went deeper. The kiss turned wilder. His hands supported me while his mouth took control, guiding, arousing. I couldn’t get close enough. The urge came over me to climb his body and clamp my legs around his waist.

Trip’s fingers tightened around the locks of my hair. He broke the kiss and yanked my head back. His lips moved over my exposed throat, flicking his tongue. He sucked lightly. The sensations drove me to the point where I wanted to beg for more. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of my throat, and my mouth popped open. I let out a sigh, neediness growing inside me until it took on a life of its own. I sank my hands into his hair and pulled him up so I could bring his mouth back to mine.

“I fucking hate you,” I said breathlessly, brushing my lips against his as he gripped my ass and hauled me against him. His erection was impossible to miss.

Desire rolled through me, remembering the last time I gave into lust, as his throaty chuckle vibrated against my throat. “Sure, Slick,” he groaned, sucking on my bottom lip. “Whatever you say.”

Fucking bastard.

My eyes flickered open and swept over the surroundings.

We were alone, and I prayed my brother didn’t come looking for me.

He groaned and retook my mouth. With one hand cradling the back of my head, the other squeezed my ass, grinding his cock against my pelvis.

He was hard, so fucking hard.

I slipped my hand between our bodies and stroked him. My fingertips ran along his stiff cock. He growled as his tongue swept over mine. I massaged his dick, wanting to feel his silkyskin without any barriers, to have him thrusting inside me, filling me, making me come.

Trip pulled his mouth from mine and spent one breath-stealing second looking into my eyes, and then he turned me around and pressed me against the nearest tree.

I’d expected him to drag me to the ground, not fuck me out in the open like some dog in heat!

Lifting my dress, he yanked my panties from my body, then slipped a finger inside me.

“Thank fuck,” I barely heard him say. Then I heard the sound of a zipper right before he sank deep inside me.

There was no build-up.

No foreplay.

No romance.

Out in the open, for the entire world to see, and I didn’t give a damn.

“Oh yes. Fuck me.”

And that was all the encouragement he needed as he pumped his dick furiously inside me.

Holding onto the tree for dear life, he plunged deeper, his fingers digging into my hips as he sought the same release I so desperately needed. He drove into me so hard that I cried out with every thrust. He kept up the pace for so long that his stamina left me breathless.

As I braced myself for another earth-shattering orgasm, his movements became more urgent, his thrusts erratic. The rough tree bark dug into my palms as I braced myself, my body still racing toward my climax when he thrust deep and stilled, his body tensing as he unloaded his cum deep inside me. A strangled groan escaped his throat, and he buried his face in the curve of my shoulder.

What?

I knew that fucker wasn’t done.

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