Tripp in Love (3 page)

“Don’t even say that.” She ran her hand down over her belly and pushed a finger into her wetness. With the tip moist, she played with her clit while watching him. Tripp panted. She knew she’d caught him when she dipped her finger in again and then fed him the cream-coated digit.

He captured her hand and sucked on her finger like a man starving. “Do that with your nipples,” he demanded.

“You mean put my come on them?”

He nodded and reached to snatch at her bra, but she wiggled out of reach. The way he looked, he might tear her bra to strips. She’d do it herself. Toya sat up and worked the front clip loose. She held the sides together a moment and deliberately plumped her breasts as if it was an accident. The soft swell rose above the edging of lace, mesmerizing him further. After she let him suffer a while, she allowed her breasts to tumble free, and Tripp’s gasp was loud in the room.

He sat back and ran a hand through his hair. “Holy cow, are all black women like you?”

“What way is that?” She knew what he meant, but she wanted him to say it. She really shouldn’t tease him so much, but it was fun, and having a man as hot as Tripp lusting after her was satisfying in itself.

“Those breasts.” He reached out as if to test their firmness. He squeezed gently and massaged her nipples. Toya’s eyelids fluttered low, and she breathed through her mouth. “So big and soft. But firm. And the nipples! Baby, do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“Who me?” She lay flat on the bed and raised a leg to hang over his shoulder. Tripp’s hot gaze skimmed from her breasts to her pussy and back again. He didn’t seem able to settle for one. He wanted all of her, and she didn’t mind giving it. “No, I’m the only one like me. But I’m wondering if you can satisfy me. You’ve kept me waiting so long.”

“Trust me, darlin’, I can more than handle you. When I am done, you will wish you had much longer than a weekend.”

Toya was just about to play with him some more, telling him to prove it, but he lowered his head between her legs. Words couldn’t form in her mind let alone on her lips as he licked up her juices. She writhed under the onslaught of his mouth. He laved her from bottom to top and then paused to suck her clit between his lips. Toya cried out, squirming against the intense pleasure. She wanted it to stop, but she couldn’t get enough.

She raised her hips off the bed and pressed the back of his head to get him closer. “More, Tripp. I have to come. Ah, yes, I want it now!”

Her core muscles clenched, and her breath left her. She lay weak and gasping as the sensations rolled over her being. Unable to do anything but feel, she shivered as the orgasm took control. All the while, Tripp never stopped flicking his tongue across her clit. Repeating explosions rocked her body until she was light-headed. When he brought her to a third climax, he kissed her wetness, then her stomach, and sat up. Toya watched him with heavy eyelids until her heart rate went back to normal.

“Now my turn,” she told him.

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

She took his cock in her hands, marveling at his thickness, and kissed the head. He groaned, trying to pull away. She wasn’t going for that. As satisfied as she was a moment ago, and as turned on as she was becoming now, she wanted to taste Tripp. She wanted to bring him to a climax and have him call out her name. “I want to.” She licked the underside of his cock while she held it in her fist. “Come for me, Tripp.”

He stroked her cheek, and she lowered her lashes to concentrate on his shaft. On her stomach, with her bare ass in the air and her knees bent with heels up, she worked him from balls to tip. He moaned each time she took him deep into her throat and then rubbed her ass. Every now and then he pushed his fingers between her crack and massaged her anus. Toya could scarcely concentrate when he did that, but she was getting into licking him too.

“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he said in a thick tone. “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

She flicked her gaze to him, grinned around a mouthful of his shaft, and then pulled back. “I am. Do all cops shave down here?”

He winked. “Just me. For you.”

They continued to tease each other between her giving him head. She worked her hand up and down his length while her head bobbed on the tip. Toya had practice deep-throating her lovers, and Tripp was no exception. She sucked him hard while pumping in a steady rhythm. Before long, he clenched his teeth, breathed in through them, and then couldn’t hold back. He shouted her name as come spurted out of his cock into her mouth. Toya allowed some of it to run down her chin, but most she drank while moaning.

When she was done, Tripp practically dragged her up from his lap to crush her in his arms. She squeaked when the man didn’t know his own strength and something cracked in her back. “Ow, easy, boy. What was that for?”

A slight red tinged his face. “Nothing.”

She cleaned up her mouth, but he didn’t let her far from his arms. They kissed and held onto each other, their hands roaming over the valleys and plains of each other’s bodies. Toya began working his shaft to get him hard again. She grinned at him when it didn’t take much prodding.

“What?” He chuckled. “Did you think I was done?” A smack on her ass excited her. “I want you all night. As long as you have the energy, we’ll be fine.”

“We’ll see.” Her heart beat kicked up. She knew now he wasn’t just all talk. Tripp was ready.

When he pulled out a condom, Toya took it from his hands and ripped into it. Kneeling in front of him, she rolled the protection onto his cock. Tripp caressed her shoulder and watched until she was done.

“There,” she said. “Do you want—”

Tripp lifted her off the bed and carried her to the wall. Toya wrapped her arms around him while he positioned her in front of him. Most of her weight rested on his hands, but she leaned against the wall as well. The aggression he showed had her pussy clenching to be possessed.

He raised her higher, and the two of them watched as his stiff cock found her entrance. Toya was wet enough to sink down slowly. His girth stretched her walls but not to the point of hurting. She moaned with each advance, inch after inch disappearing inside of her.

“Mm, baby, you’re tight,” he murmured. “Your sweet pussy is squeezing my cock, and I like it. Are you ready for me to take you faster?”

“Yes, do it, Tripp,” she moaned.

He squeezed her hips, then moved his hands lower to her ass. With his firm grip, he pushed her up and brought her down on his erection. Toya felt full to the brim and so good, she threw her head back while holding onto his shoulders. They rode each other hard and fast, pumping and grinding. She whimpered his name, pleading for more.

“I’m not going to stop,” he warned and raised her legs even higher to rest on his forearms. Each plunge of his cock took her breath away. “I want all of you. Surrender to me, Toya.”

“Yes, yes!” she cried. “Take it all.”

He rode into her until her thighs quivered. She came, not screaming this time, but gasping and clinging to his hold. He waited until the aftershocks were over, and then he withdrew. If she thought that was it, she was mistaken. Tripp set her on her feet, and with his hands at her hips, turned her to face away from him.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. “And put your hands flat on the wall.”

She did as he said, arching her back so that her ass poked out in his direction. With her hands where he instructed her to place them, she looked over her shoulder, a half smile curling her lips. “Is this how you treat the female prisoners?”

He stooped and kissed both of her ass cheeks then stood up to move in close. “Only the sexy black ones with high heels and garter belts designed to drive me insane.”

He moved up behind her and reached around to run fingers over her pussy. Toya moaned. How could she get so wet so soon? The man did things to her body she couldn’t begin to comprehend. His fingers were slick with her wetness as they dipped inside of her and then pulled out. She laid a hand over his, wanting to keep him buried, but he spanked her gently.

“Get your hands back up there.”

“But…”

“You will do as I say, woman, or you will be punished.”

“Oh.” She warred between obeying and seeing what he had in mind to make her listen. He kissed her, intertwining his tongue with hers, and doing what he asked won out. Tripp brought her to multiple orgasms with just his fingers, and then he plunged his cock into her heat from behind. They moved as one, their rhythm a perfect harmony. Tripp’s second time coming took much longer than the first, but that made it all the sweeter, when his hold intensified along with his thrusts. Toya did her best to remain where he wanted her, and then he grunted his release. She rocked with him until the shudders eased.

Tripp lay his forehead on her shoulder, holding her. “So what do you think?”

Rather than speculate, she held still and waited. “About?”

“About coming to my house for the rest of the weekend.”

She considered it. If she went there, it might start giving her ideas. And this was only supposed to last two more days. Her heart didn’t know the difference between two days and fifty. She had to be careful because Tripp was the kind of man she could fall hard for.

“I think we can have a lot of fun right here if you’re willing.”

He grinned. “I’m more than willing. I’m going to eat you up.”

Chapter Four

At the end of the weekend, Toya sat gingerly in her car. She was more than a little sore. But it was a good ache. Tripp had been true to his word, and he’d worn her out. Sex on the bed, the wall, the floor on top of blankets, the shower, the chair, the table—she couldn’t think of a place they hadn’t done it. Who’d have thought a small-town cop could satisfy her so thoroughly? His wife must have truly been insane if she chose some other loser over this guy. Toya almost wanted to thank her for screwing up so that she could have the experience.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tripp asked for the millionth time as he stood at her door. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m fine.” She blew him a kiss, but he leaned down to make it real. Her heart beat faster, but she patted her chest.
Calm down, girl. It’s over.
“I admit I’m sore. Who wouldn’t be, but I’ll recover soon enough. It had been a while.”

His eyes twinkled. “I’m glad. I had fun, a
lot
of fun.”

“Me too.” She looked down at the keys in her hands.

He touched a curl at her temple and played with it. “There’s that other girl.”

She looked up and frowned. “What other girl?”

“The shy one.” He gave the curl a gentle tug. “You’re not sure right now, so you’re not as confident.”

“Would you stop reading me?”

“No, I like it.” He laughed at the face she made at him. “Okay, let’s get back on clear terms. How about this? I come up next weekend, and we enjoy some more of what we had over the last couple of days.”

“Long-distance booty calls? I don’t know…” She had to admit his proposition had appeal. She wanted to see him again, and if she did think of it in terms of him just coming to get some, her heart could stay tucked away. “How about we say once more with you coming to me. Then we’ll see after that.”

“Deal.” He leaned in the window again and kissed her. “Drive safe. Mind texting me when you get there so I know you made it?”

She saluted. “Sure, officer. See you later.”

Toya turned over her car’s engine and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. While she drove down the street, she kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror. He stood by his SUV not getting in, just watching her drive farther away. Toya wondered what he thought of her. Was she just a good fuck? Did he feel the threat that he could fall in love like she did? Probably not. That’s why she had to be careful. One more time, and then she would end it.

* * * *

“I’m so sorry. I’m running late. Can you come by here?”
she texted.

“Of course. What’s the address? I’ll punch it into my GPS.”

She gave him the address to her office and waited for him to confirm that he could find it. Then she forced him from her mind until later. She’d learned in the last week, everything would go to hell if she didn’t keep that man in a container in her thoughts, to be taken out and played with at night when she was alone.

Of all weeks, they were preparing for a fashion show. She wanted desperately for a design or two to be picked up by one of the top buyers. If that happened, then maybe she could move out from under her boss and strike out on her own. She had to sit under a man she didn’t consider to be half as talented as he thought he was. But Kel had connections, and in their business, that could count for ninety-five percent of success, not just talent.

Speaking of the devil, Kel strolled up and put an arm around her waist. “Toya, honey, I know you have what I’m looking for.”

She winked. “Of course, I always have what you need.” She handed him the listing that showed all the pieces they had agreed to show this time around. Several had been cut, but not the ones she’d considered crucial. She did her best not to take it personal. A few of the other designers had also seen drastic changes, and whined about it. Toya remained professional. If Kel pissed her off, she wasn’t going to tell him about himself. Not to his face anyway.

“You are my girl,” he quipped, and she resisted rolling her eyes. The man tried to talk “black” but failed every time. Why he thought he had to do it with her, she didn’t know. Kel kissed her cheek and moved off. Toya was consumed right away with another issue.

The day had grown late, and Toya’s feet were killing her. She stood at a design table in the common room where people came and went all day. This wasn’t the place she did most of her work. That happened in the quiet peace of her office. Here was where she could see a model wearing what she’d put on paper, a place she could make some last minute adjustments in 2D then check it out on a live body.

She slipped the straps over her ankles and let her heels drop to the floor. While she rubbed her calf, Kel happened by again and noticed the wince of pain on her face. “I’m a horrible boss for keeping you so long. Spank me later,” he insisted.