by Aurelia Fray
Sue me? He was joking right? Right?
My mouth fell open. This was a joke right? He laughed and dropped his hands holding on to his stomach. He was joking and I felt like a fool for believing him for a second.
“I was just kidding doll. You have a good arm but I don’t want it to get out that I got my ass handed to me by a little princess,” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. “A blow job would make me feel better though.”
“You want me to suck your cock? You’re crazy, I don’t even know you.” My eyes went to his lap. Was I entertaining this idea? What was wrong with me? “If anything it would be a hand job.”
“Sold!” His response was a little too enthusiastic.
Wait! What happened? I was teasing, wasn’t I? My pussy throbbed and my nipples hardened against my shirt. Not wearing a bra made this very obvious.
Tripp must have seen me back-pedaling or something because he slowly moved closer to me. He was testing me out I think, seeing if I would push him away. He tilted his head to the left and leaned in closer. Our breaths mingled. His lips brushed mine then his tongue flicked across my lips. Opening my mouth slightly, he took that moment to slip his tongue between my lips. His tongue pushed at mine and I tasted his cigarette. His hands cupped my face bringing me closer to him. I moved across the seat until I straddled his legs.
There was plenty of space between us, but even with that space I could feel the heat his body radiated. His hands stayed on my face as we kissed but my hands explored. I moved them down his chest feeling him through his shirt. I grazed over the hard lines and dips of his muscles. One nipple was pierced and when I gently pulled at it, he groaned into my mouth. It was a sexy sound, deep and it rumbled in his chest. Wanting more reactions from him, my hands moved down until the tips of my fingers brushed across his cock.
Pulling from his lips, I shoved my hand against his chest and pushed him back. He tried to come back for more kissing but I held him against the seat. Looking down at his shirt, I pulled up the hem and gasped at what I saw. His cock was hard and up his lower abdomen peeking past jeans.
He. Was. Hung.
Hard, he was impressive. Even flaccid, I was positive it would hang half way down his legs. Tensely I reached out and stroked the silken skin of his exposed cock. He was pierced at the head of it, a Prince Albert, but instead of a loop it was a pretty silver barbell. Tripp moved forward again and took my lips with his. His hands fumbled with his jeans and he unbuttoned them, freeing his cock fully. He took my hands in his then placed them on him.
“You want to back out?” Tripp asked me against my lips. His serious tone slapped me in the face. I could back out right now. But did I want to?
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I pushed my mouth hard in to his and kissed the fuck out of him. The largest cock I had ever seen, attached to a beautiful man, who was a rock star, made my decision easy. I was going to be the slut tonight. My tongue battled his and my hand moved up his length in one fluid motion. He placed his hands on my waist. My thumb ran over the head of his cock and down across his piercing. Tripp gripped my waist firmly, jerking his hips up, and thrusting his dick through my hands. My fingers flicked over the piercing of his cock, while I was coaxed his tongue with mine. Pre-cum wet my thumb and I spread it across the head of his cock.
Tripp pulled on my bottom lip sucking it between his teeth before he let go. I moved my hand down his cock gripping his length hard. The silky shaft throbbed in my hands and thickened slightly in my grip. My pussy was wet and begging me for this dick. I wasn’t sure how long this hand job was going to last because I was ready to ride his pretty cock until I orgasmed.
Tripp moved his mouth to my neck distracting my thoughts. Throwing my head back, I gave him all the access. He licked and kissed. Gripping him with only one hand I used the other to cup his balls. I moved my fingers gently fondling them and Tripp bit lightly at my neck. With a tight grip I tugged up his long shaft reaching the head of his cock again. He bucked his hips thrusting his dick in my hand. My thumb ran over his piercing, toying once more. Tripp held on to my waist tight and threw his head back, abandoning the kisses he was placing on my neck. He squeezed his eyes closed and a second later he came in my hand.
“Three tugs?” I laughed out looking at my hand covered in his cum.
This had never happened to me. Not that I went around giving hand jobs, but most lasted a little longer. Laughter bubbled in me and I snorted as I laughed harder.
He panted and looked up at me with intense eyes. “It was your grip.”
Wiping the cum on my hand, onto his shirt, I laughed and bailed out of the SUV. His hands tried to stop me but I escaped. My stomach tightened as I laughed. Three tugs! Wow, good thing I didn’t have sex with the guy. It would have been over before it started. Laughing again I barged in to my own home. Looking behind me Tripp was close behind, shirtless and suspiciously pulling up his jeans. Turning back to my house I smiled wide at Catalina. She smiled back with a questionable look. I flipped Shooter off as I passed him then headed straight for my friend.
“This fool wanted me to make up for the punch by sucking his cock.” I laughed and doubled over before standing back up. “So we compromised…” God I couldn’t stop laughing. My words were barely audible. They were reaching high-pitched tones only dogs and dolphins could understand. Tripp stood next to Shooter with his arms crossed. His eyes looked… amused. “…hand job…three tugs and he blew.”
Catalina cracked a smile then she held on to my shoulders before hysterically laughing with me.
Tripp frowned and shook his head. “I wasn’t ready for her Kung Fu grip.”
Lina and I laughed harder. Tripp glared at us. Needing a moment, I headed for the kitchen sink and washed my hands. When my hands were clean of my indiscretion I walked back in the living room with a dishtowel in hand. My eyes landed on Shooter.
“Okay, can manwhore leave yet?” My whisper was loud and intentional. Irony. I was calling him a whore when minutes before I gave three tugs to his friend. Oh well it was still my place.
Lina nodded her head and stared Shooter dead on. “Yes. He said his peace.”
Lina’s face was set and I knew there was nothing in that moment Shooter could say that would change her mind.
“Darlin’ we didn’t even talk,” Shooter’s voice was soft and pleading.
“There is nothing more that needs to be said.” Lina left no room for argument.
Tension filled the room. Needing my best friend to be fine I clapped my hands drawing attention to me. Shooter’s eyes landed on me and I glared at him. “Out my house manwhore and take tug boat with you.”
“It was the grip,” Tripp yelled throwing his hands up in the air.
Patting Tripp’s shoulder, I shoved him towards the door. “At least you have a big dick. That will get you somewhere in life even if you are three tugs.”
Shooter looked over his shoulder as he walked out the door. “Catalina this isn’t over darlin’. Not till I get you back.”
Tripp was fighting me and I had to give him a few good shoves. “Out of here Tripp before I punch you again.”
“I’m not leaving you with that first impression of me. I need as second chance to show you I’m worthwhile doll.” His pleas were low but I’m sure Lina still heard him. Shaking my head “no” I shoved Tripp out the door. He turned to face me and I slammed the door in his face.
When I finally turned my attention to Lina she smiled but the humor was gone from her. “He wants me back.”
“Of course he does.” The guy wasn’t an idiot, of course he realized what he lost.
Catalina stumbled on her words but finally spoke through her tears. “I hate him.” She cried on my shoulder when I wrapped my arms around her. “He made me hate cherry lip gloss.”
I didn’t know how he made her hate cherry lipgloss but I was there for her as a friend should be. Holding her tighter I comforted her with one statement. “That bastard.”
Chapte
r 2
~Tripp~
Funny thing. Thought I was going on this damn trip with Shooter, to get his girl back. What I wasn’t expecting was this big titted, short, absolutely fucking gorgeous woman to answer the door. Her punch left me with a black eye but her Kung Fu grip on my cock left me wanting more than another hand job from her.
Shooter has this thing about love at first sight. Happened when he met Catalina. Thought he was a fool but laying in my hotel room thinking of a woman had me believing. Don’t know if it was love, but it was something. I never thought of a girl like this. I was actually wondering if she would bail with me and we could go to the beach or something. I had two months and I wouldn’t mind seeing her sexy ass in a bikini for that time before I convinced her to come on tour with me.
Fuck.
I think I had that shit. That love at first sight shit. Problem. I left her with a bad taste in her mouth and my first impression was crap. I needed a second chance. I needed to show her I was more than three tugs.
“Shooter, you up bro?” I called into the dark night. We had this cheap ass hotel close to Catalina’s apartment building. The place was a shit hole, but had two beds and after touring in a bus it was not that bad.
“Fuck. I’m not going to sleep until she takes me back.” Shooter answered me.
“The friend, do you know her name?”
“Crimson. She strips with Lina.”
Crimson, that had to be a stage name. This girl was all fire. Fire red hair and fire temper and a good punch. Plus her grip was masterful and when she straddled her little body on top of mine those tits jiggled because they were real. All of that didn’t belong to a Crimson. I was going to find out her real name then I was going to get my second chance with her.
“It happened to you, didn’t it?” Shooter croaked out. “Love at first sight isn’t bullshit.”
Was I in love? I was in something that was for sure. “I think I just want to fuck her dude.”
“Good luck tug.”
“Call me that ever again or tell the guys and I’m gonna cut your throat while you sleep.”
“Would be worth it though.”
“It was her grip dude…Kung Fu.”
Shooter just laughed at me.
Chapter 3
~Bella~
“You miss me yet?” I asked Maddox, my son, while I watered my plants that hung in my kitchen window.
“Not really,” he laughed in to the phone.
Making puckering kissing sounds in to the phone, I laughed when he whined. The two of us were close and even though he hated me kissing or giving him hugs in public, he was still my baby. Spinning around to put the watering can under the sink where it belonged I jumped when I saw Tripp standing behind me.
“Baby I’ll call you back later?” With an “okay” from Maddox I tossed my cell phone on the counter and placed a hand on my hip. “You breaking into my house now?”
Tripp crossed his arms over his chest. He was an impressive size and I wasn’t talking just about the monster in his pants. Ripped with muscles that flexed when he moved, he was one of those rare males that had to have been born of the gods. However his prettiest feature next to his tattoos was his beautiful almost colorless gray eyes. I thought they were silver last night but in the daylight they were ever prettier. His silver eyes stood out beautifully against his lashes.
“Your door was open.” Tripp moved past me and headed for my refrigerator. “Who were you talking to on the phone? Your boyfriend?”
Smirking I put the water can back under the sink and closed the refrigerator a second too late. Tripp twisted the cap off a beer and winked at me. “Why are you here? Lina isn’t here.”
“You’re deflecting the question. You afraid to tell him you gave me a hand-job?”
At the mention of the hand-job I started laughing. The man had an impressive cock but he was a three-tug shooter. “For your own sake you shouldn’t mention that story to anyone. Three tugs is not impressive.”
Tripp downed his beer before slamming it onto the counter. His body was soon in my space as he crowded me and I backed against the counter. His long fingers wrapped around my hips and he lifted me onto the counter with him between my legs. Tripp unbuckled his spiked belt and unzipped his pants. My eyes drifted down and I wasn’t surprised to see his hard cock pointing up at me. He really had the biggest dick I had ever seen and I kind of wanted to measure it. I had a ruler in the house somewhere.
Tripp took my hands and wrapped them around his velvet smooth length. “I think I can go longer than three tugs if you want you to test it out now. Last night was a fluke.”
“Yo Tripp…dude put that shit away, you’re in the middle of the kitchen.” Shooter said walking in to my kitchen. Shooter looked at me holding Tripp’s cock and then shook his head smiling. “Do you know where Lina is?” Shooter’s voice was low and he had a small twang to it. Southern for sure but his look was far from any southern gentleman.
Trying to pry my hands from Tripp’s cock, I gave up when he held my hands firmly in place. “At work and leave her alone, you cheating pussy eater.”
Tripp laughed and Shooter smirked. With an arched brow Shooter questioned me. “Pussy eater?”
“Should I call you a cock sucker?”
“Pussy eater it is.” Shooter winked at me then shook his head at Tripp. “Dude this one will eat you alive.”
“I’m the one planning to do the eating,” Tripp deadpanned.
“Don’t fuck it up like me.” Shooter left. Seconds later he slammed my front door shut.
“So where were we doll?”
“We were at the point where I tell you don’t call me doll or any other nickname you give girls.”
Tripp grinned at me and leaned in. His shaft thickened in my hands and became even harder. “What’s your name then?”
“Isabella. Bella for short.”
Tripp grinned. “Baby I don’t do short,” he moved my hands over his cock to drive his point home. “Well Isabella, you going to stroke my cock or are we just going to hang around your kitchen pretending that you don’t want my cock in you.”
Of course I wanted that impressive cock in me. I looked in Tripp’s eyes, ignoring the bruising surrounding them. I might be short and mouthy but I had a punch to back up all my shit talk. I couldn’t let him know how much I wanted that cock in me. There was a part of me that wanted him to think I was worth a little chase. Why? I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like this would be more than just a tumble in the sheets. All this was, was him wanting a second chance to show me his stamina.
“Sorry baby, but you don’t meet the requirements to enter my pussy.” I fluttered my lashes.
Tripp let go of my hands but I still kept them on his cock. I watched his hand travel up my legs. His tattooed fingers left a tingling hot trail against my skin and disappeared under my skirt out of view but I felt them creeping closer to my wet panties. His fingers ran across my mound, my panties the only thing blocking him from skin on skin contact. Squeezing his cock, I watched as he licked his lips. He flicked his fingers against my pussy and I hissed at the quick thump. On the counter I squirmed but Tripp’s hands wouldn’t allow me to squeeze my legs shut even if I needed to. And I needed to ease the pressure at my pussy.
“I think I meet every requirement,” Tripp whispered in my ear. My hand sailed up and down his cock and he jerked his hips at the movement. “I think I’m the reason your pussy is soaking wet. Give me another chance and I’ll show you how long my cock can last and what it can do to you.”
My cell phone buzzed to life on the counter breaking the moment between. I let go of Tripp’s cock and nudged him so I could get off the counter. He moved his hands from underneath my skirt and glared at my phone. The ring tone told me it was my son. With one hand Tripp pinned me in place and reached over picking up my phone. My heart started to thump. It was just a phone, but that phone was everything. Contacts, messages, and my son who was currently calling on it. My stomach sank as I bou
nced up to grab my phone, he held it out of reach. His eyes read the screen and seconds later my phone was at Tripp’s ear. I punched his gut but he grunted, then used the one hand he had free to pin both of mine above my head against the cupboard. I struggled.
Tripp cleared his throat before speaking in to the phone. “Listen up cocksucker. Isabella is too busy sucking my cock right now and when she’s is done, I’ll be fucking her all day so just do us both a favor and don’t call her back.” Tripp’s eyes widened.
Breath fled my body at Tripp’s words. Horrified at what he just said I struggled with all my strength to get out of his hold. Those words, so rough and raw were spoken to my son. My eyes filled with tears as my heart skipped. Tripp looked down at me just as a tear fell down my face. Avoiding Tripp’s face I looked down. His freed cock bounced between my legs hitting my thighs. A cock was out in the kitchen where I fed my son. I was the world’s worst mother.
“Shit…hold on.” Tripp stepped back releasing me. Handing me the phone, he turned around and shoved his cock back in his pants. I jumped off the counter.
“Mad, you there bud?” My voice quivered and my body shook with rage. What made me even madder at myself was the fact that my pussy was throbbing and my panties were uncomfortably wet.
Maddox breathed heavily in to the phone then his little childlike voice hit my ears. “Who’s that mom?”
“An idiot.”
Maddox laughed. My son was teetering between boy and man now. He knew what sex was. He asked me questions. He told me things that most mothers wished their children confided in them with. I never lied to my son when it came to sex. Hell, I was his age when I had him. I had to be open and honest to make sure he didn’t make my mistakes. Although I would never say he was a mistake. He was my life and I would never change that.