Page 50 of Bliss: Part 1
I came in my shorts because Tripp was cupping and squeezing my cock through the fabric while he was getting off from Bliss giving him a blowjob. We both groaned loudly. There was no holding back. And for a second I was sure the whole house must’ve heard us. Thankfully, no one came down to check.
Dad had probably passed out in front of the TV upstairs, or maybe they’d already gone to bed. And Owen drove away ten minutes ago to pick up Ashby and Rhys. I heard the truck’s engine through the tiny window on the upper wall. Either way, I was relieved no one came down to find us like this.
My chest was rising and falling fast as I tried to catch my breath and make sense of what I was feeling. Tripp’s hand was still on my cock, not moving, just resting there. I looked down and saw his fingers twitch slightly, like he didn’t want to let go just yet.
If he didn’t, I was going to end up hard again.
Bliss was still on her knees between Tripp’s legs. That same sweet, proud smile was stretched across her face like she had no doubt she just blew his mind. And she definitely had. Her hand was still wrapped around him, stroking him gently, and I admired the hell out of him for not flinching. If it had been me, I would’ve been way too sensitive to let her keep touching me after that kind of blowjob.
As much as I loved the feeling of her mouth on me, watching her do it to Tripp had been something else entirely. It was hot. Raw. And clearly, Tripp felt the same, judging by the way he reacted.
“Lissy, baby,” Tripp said, grunting, his voice rough. His right hand was still resting in her hair, cupping the side of her head. “You better stop looking at me like that.”
“Why?” she asked, her voice soft and innocent. “Can’t you go for round two?”
Jesus.
Tripp finally pulled his hand away from me and ran it through his hair, letting out a dry, breathless laugh. “Fuck, don’t say shit like that. Get up.”
She did, standing in front of us with a little sway in her stance, hands swinging loosely at her sides like she had no idea the effect she was having. “Are you too tired?” she asked, blinking at him like it was a genuine question.
“No, I’m not tired,” he said. “Just…overwhelmed.”
“Really? Was I that good?” Her eyes went wide with curiosity.
Tripp laughed again and shook his head. “Yeah. Too damn good.”
She looked him over for a second, then turned her attention to me, her smile playful. “You came too.”
“Uh, yeah,” I admitted, chuckling awkwardly as I shifted and tried to cover the wet spot on my shorts with my hands. “Didn’t exactly mean to.”
“That’s hot,” she said with a grin. Then, turning her head back to Tripp, she asked, “You’re still gonna return the favor, right?”
“Yeah, baby, don’t worry,” Tripp said, nodding. “Just give me a minute.”
I glanced at Tripp, trying to see how he was holding up. He didn’t look tired in a physical way, but it was more mental. He was processing something, probably trying to wrap his head around what Bliss had just done to him, how she’d made him feel. This wasn’t just a blowjob. It wasn’t casual. It was something deeper. And I knew from the way he looked right now that this had caught him off guard.
Truth is, Bliss had a way of reaching into each of us emotionally. She was changing us, without even trying. Me, Rhys, Ashby, and now Tripp. We were all already devoted to her in our own ways, but this was different. It felt deeper. More intimate. More consuming.
Tripp and I were still looking at each other, both of us quiet, both of us trying to process this moment. Then his gaze dropped to my crotch, and he raised an eyebrow. “Was that okay?” he asked.
I gave him a tight smile and nodded. “Yeah. It was more than okay.”
I knew this didn’t mean anything was changing for him in terms of his sexuality, and I didn’t expect it to. That wasn’t the point. What mattered to me was how open he was. How accepting. He didn’t judge. He just…was there. That meant everything.
He gave me a small nod, then turned his attention back to Bliss, who was still standing patiently in front of him. After a moment of thought, he took a deep breath and said, “Alright. It’s your turn now.”
Her eyes lit up instantly. She stepped away from between his legs and looked at me, clearly expecting me to move so she could sit beside me. I started to shift, ready to make room, but Tripp stopped us with a simple instruction.
He looked at me first. “Sit that way,” he said, pointing toward the corner of the couch. Then to Bliss: “Lay between his legs, with your back against his chest.”
I met Bliss’s eyes, then did as Tripp said. I slid over and settled into the corner of the couch, leaning my lower back against it to give her space. I held out my hands for her to come to me. She didn’t hesitate. She pulled down her pajama shorts and panties in one smooth motion, then climbed onto the couch and lowered herself in front of me.
I wrapped my arms around her, one of my hands resting lightly on her stomach.
Tripp stood in front of us, looking down at the two of us while his still semi-hard cock hung between his legs. I’d seen a few dicks in my life. In locker rooms, porn, the guys I snuck away with occasionally, whatever. But I had to admit, Tripp’s was something else. Big, thick, perfectly shaped. He’d never let me put my mouth on it, but I didn’t mind watching Bliss do it again.
“Pull up her shirt and play with her tits,” he said, his voice low but firm. He was giving me instructions, like this was something rehearsed. But it wasn’t. It was all happening in real time, and somehow, it felt natural.
