Page 91 of Crashing the Altar
That was so much easier said than done. My mind was racing with the millions of possibilities of how this whole thing could go wrong, of how it could tear us apart.
I needed to turn it off before I went insane.
“Make me forget,” I begged, fisting the fabric of his shirt.
He reared back, his brows drawing down. “What?”
“Just for tonight, I want you to make me forget this whole mess. Please?”
When it sank in what I was truly asking for, his eyes bulged, an “oh” rushing past his parted lips. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I shook my head slowly. “No. It’s what Ineed. You’re what I need.”
His fingers grazed my cheek as he gently tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. “You know I’ll always give you anything you ask for.”
Spiraling, I needed an anchor, something to ground me. Tripp was steady and strong. If there was anyone I could trust to take over when I felt completely out of control in my own life, it would always be him.
With my heart in my throat, I asked, “Will you help get me out of my head?”
Instead of answering with words, he dropped his hands to the fabric of my skirt twisted around my legs. Only then did I realize I’d fallen asleep in my clothes. It was the middle of the night. Had I really been out since noon yesterday?
My arms lifted when the material reached my breasts, allowing him to draw it over my head before it was discarded over the edge of the bed. Warm palms cupped my face, holding it steady as Tripp’s lips descended on mine.
The kiss was tender and so full of love it nearly brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. I sank into it, letting the rush of sensations carry me away from the problems that awaited us outside this room. The world was put on pause, and nothing else existed but us.
Letting him lead, I opened when the tip of his tongue traced the seam of my lips. A whimper worked its way up my throat with the gentle way his hands roamed over my body, bringing goosebumps to the surface of my skin while setting my soul on fire.
The clasp of my bra was twisted, and the lace fell away from my chest. Tripp pulled away long enough to ease my panties down my legs before removing his T-shirt and briefs. With his back against the headboard, he pulled me onto his lap, groaning when the slickness between my thighs made contact with his hard cock.
“So wet for me,” he rasped, working a hand between us so he could drag his fingers through my arousal.
“Always.” I rocked against his hand, whining when he withdrew it.
Eyes locked on mine, he slipped those shiny digits between his lips and leisurely sucked all traces of my essence from his skin. He released them with an audible pop, murmuring, “Addictive.”
My head dropped back on a moan. I was desperate for more but didn’t make a move to rush him. I’d allowed him to take the driver’s seat tonight, and I wasn’t going to waver on that decision, even if it drove me insane.
Tripp’s hands came around my back, hauling our bodies flush, and against my ear, he admitted huskily, “I need more.”
God yes. A shiver rolled through me, and my pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled, fucked, or tasted—I didn’t care which, so long as it eased the ache.
Keeping his hold on me, Tripp shifted so that he lay on his back with me resting atop him. His hands shifted to my hips, and he urged me onto my knees. With seemingly no effort, he lifted me up and over his chest until I was kneeling over his face.
“Hold onto something, honey. I’m gonna be here for a while.”
That was all the warning I got before his tongue swiped through my sex, and I saw stars. Blindly, I reached out to grip the headboard, my fingernails digging into the cheap laminated surface.
Tripp’s arms banded around my thighs situated on either side of his head, pulling me further onto his face as he feasted on my pussy like a starving man. The urge to move grew overwhelming, and my hips bucked with abandon, chasing the pleasure he offered freely.
His hum of approval vibrated against my sensitive flesh, sending a bolt of pure lust shooting through my veins and stirring my need for more.
Flicking furiously against my clit, he shifted enough that he was able to shove two fingers inside me, and I cried out. He pumped them into me slowly, dragging the tips against my inner walls and hitting that magic spot that caused black spots to dance across my vision.
My moans were endless, slipping freely past my parted lips as my insides coiled tighter.
“Fuck, right there. Don’t stop.”
With his mouth full, Tripp couldn’t offer a reply, but he picked up the pace, fucking me with his hand as his lips sealed around my clit to prove the perfect suction.
