Page 46 of Crashing the Altar
He gave my hip a gentle squeeze. “Of course.”
My pulse pounded in my ears as I worked up the courage to make my move. Tripp hadn’t been a fan the last time we’d fooled around in public, so odds were good he’d try to talk me out of it. But coaxing him to bend to my will was half the thrill.
Well, that and the idea of getting caught. Already I was throbbing, soaking through my panties at the mere thought of taking his cock deep inside me while other people were within earshot.
Slowly, my hand slid down his chest, pausing for a beat to splay over his abs, loving how they tensed under my touch. Then I snaked beneath the thin cotton of his T-shirt, toying with the sharp ridges of muscles, his hot skin searing my palm.
“Penny.” My name came out husky, and I buried my face in his neck, peppering kisses along the column of his throat.
“Mmm?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed beneath my lips. “What—What are you doing?”
Since he’d already caught on that I was up to no good, I decided to stop pussy footing around what I wanted and gripped his hard cock through the rough denim of his jeans. He sucked in a sharp breath that hissed past his clenched teeth, and a dull thud sounded when his head fell back against the truck’s exterior.
His steely length twitched when I brushed the button of his fly, and he rasped, “No blow job.”
I would happily grant him that one request.
“Okay, baby.”
Tripp’s muscles relaxed only to go rigid again when I fed the button through the loop and dragged down the zipper with lightning-quick precision, freeing his cock and wrapping my fingers around it.
A strangled noise caught in the back of his throat when I tightened my grip. “Penny, you said—”
“What I said was no blow job. Which was never my plan anyway.”
“Hand job’s not much better.” He cursed under his breath when I gave his dick a firm pump, rolling my thumb over the head that was already leaking.
“I’ve got bad news for you, honey.”
Nostrils flaring as he tried to keep himself in check, Tripp dared to ask, “What’s that?”
“Nothing less than taking you balls deep will satisfy me.” I abandoned my hold on his dick so both of my hands were free to tug his jeans and briefsdown.
The man knew better than to argue, lifting his hips to make my job easier. But he made sure to keep the blanket covering his erection, mindful that we weren’t alone.
There was no need for me to remove any clothing since I’d opted for a dress over jeans this morning. With me on his lap, my skirt fanned around our legs, no one would be any the wiser about what was happening in this truck bed while they enjoyed the movie.
Lifting my head, I peeked over at the surrounding cars. All eyes were trained on the screen, so I shifted, moving under the blankets until I straddled Tripp, facing forward, my back to his front.
Kneeling like this, his cock grazed my covered pussy, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. Unable to wait a second longer, I hooked a finger in my panties to pull them to the side and sank down, lowering until my ass met his firm, muscular thighs.
Panting at the stretch, l fell back against his chest. “Let’s play a little game.”
Tripp’s hands found my hips, his fingers digging in deliciously. Lips brushing against my ear, he asked, “Public sex isn’t enough of a game?”
I laughed breathlessly. “For some, maybe, but not for me.” I reached back to tangle my hand in his hair, knocking off his hat in the process. Twisting my head around, I locked eyes with my handsome husband, who looked at me like I was the center of his universe. “You’ve been working so hard at building up your stamina, and I want to put it to the test.”
He lifted a dark eyebrow in question but didn’t utter a single word.
“Let’s see how many times I can come with your cock sitting inside me while we watch this movie before you finally lose control and fill me up.”
His breathing hitched at the suggestion. “Am I allowed to touch you? Can I help make you come?”
Arching my back, I shifted the angle of penetration until he hit the perfect spot that had my lashes fluttering closed. “God, yes.”
“I think I can work with that.” One of his hands slid beneath my skirt, and he hissed when his fingers dragged through my slit and brushed against his cock.
