by Aurelia Fray
“Mom is that your boyfriend?”
“No! He’s just an idiot who thought it would be funny to answer my phone,” I turned on my heels and punched Tripp in his gut again. He was expecting it because his stomach muscles flexed hard and I had to shake my hand out. God. Even that was sexy. Tripp’s eyes were on me and I could almost say he was worried. “Did you need me bud?”
Maddox didn’t answer me. With every breath in the phone my heart pounded. “I’ll call you tomorrow mom.”
“What was the reason you called?” I asked softly walking in to the living room. Tripp followed me and I flipped him off.
“It can wait mom.” Maddox hung up on me without a good bye or I love you.
My fiery gazed landed on Tripp and he recoiled slightly. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”
“Look, whatever you came here for isn’t going to happen.” Heading to my door I pulled it open and pointed outside. “Next time you come to my house I expect you to knock or I’ll call the cops.”
Tripp nodded his head and headed towards the door. He paused in front of me. Light glinted off the metal of his eyebrow ring. Did he have an eyebrow ring last night? Whatever, it didn’t matter I was pissed. “I’m really sorry. If I would have known it was a kid I wouldn’t have said that shit. How old is your son?”
“Thirteen so he knows exactly what you just told him. Look. I understand you are a rock star and play bass or whatever but I’m not going to fuck you. I’m not a groupie and even though I gave you three tugs doesn’t mean I’m easy. So just go find another girl to tug your meat ‘cause I’m sure it won’t be hard to find.” I slammed my door in Tripp’s face.
Chapter 4
~Tripp~
I took a page from Shooter’s book. I fucked up. Worse, I cared that I fucked up. Before, if I offended a girl there was another to take her place. Before? Hell before was just a few days ago. I sat in the SUV in her driveway like a stalker. She didn’t leave the house. I kept replaying what I did. That was her son on the phone, not some boyfriend.
Something had happened in that house with her. When I heard her on the phone, with what I thought was a guy, my mind fucking lost it. Hell I had tons of girls on me all the time. Part of the life style. I was lead guitarist of one the world’s most famous metal bands. I showed up at a venue and pussy was handed to me. Some of the girls I’ve fucked had boyfriends, husbands, and it never bothered me before, but this girl had me all twisted. I was actually jealous. Jealous at the thought that she had a boyfriend. I knew she wasn’t married because she had no ring on her pretty finger. At the thought of her fingers I groaned. My cock wanted them back on me.
Hell I just wanted this girl. And I wanted her for keeps.
I had already fucked this up majorly. Now I needed a second chance. Needed to redeem myself and my stamina. I ran a hand down my face formulating a plan.
Chapter 5
~Isabella~
This was the first summer that my son was away from me. My grandmother was enjoying his company and he was enjoying her pool. After Tripp left I had made a few calls to him. They went unanswered as did my texts. I hated the feeling that he was avoiding me.
After my shower I threw on a pair of sweats and a ratty tank top. I needed to calm my nerves so I headed to the backyard. The motion light kicked on and I nearly screamed. Tripp was sitting on my back patio table smoking a cigarette.
“What the hell are you doing?” I nearly screamed but remembered it was in the middle of the night and the neighbors were most likely sleeping.
“Knocked on your door but you didn’t answer. Thought at first you were avoiding me so when I climbed in to your kitchen window I saw you were in the shower, I decided to come out here and smoke.” His answer carried a bored tone to it. His cheeks sucked in as he inhaled from his cigarette. His chin lifted towards me. “Why you out here? Thought you’d be sleeping.”
Heading to the grill, I lifted it up and pulled out a cigarette pack. “I’m a night owl due to my job. I thought I told you to get lost. Wait! Did you see me in the shower?”
Tripp pointed to the pack in my hands. “You smoke? It’s not healthy for you.”
“I’m quitting. Answer the question tug boat.”
“I think we need to get this tug situation all settled. It was your grip. I think I can hold my own…now.”
Laughing I put a cigarette between my lips and held my hand out for a lighter. Tripp handed me his and grinned. “I think you’ll be holding it on your own for a while unless you find a willing girl who isn’t me.”
He smirked at me. His white teeth gleamed in the night. The upper half of Tripp’s body was in darkness and the lower half in the porch light. I noticed his leather pants and biker boots. His black v-neck shirt was snug on his abs, though it had ridden up slightly exposing that low trail of hair that lead down in to his pants.
“You checking me out?” He asked lifting the hem of his shirt up exposing the muscled planes of his lower abdomen along with the colorful tattoos.
Not ashamed, I walked over and ran a hand up his stomach and nodded. His muscles tightened and the heat of his body radiated against my hand. I ran my fingers down his stomach following the happy trail just under his belly button and stopping at the fly of his leather pants. The beast in his pants twitched. Staring at his growing erection I traced it with my finger.
“So Isabella, you do know you are playing a dangerous game right?” His cigarette hung on the edge of his lips and his hands were gripping the arm of the patio chair he sat on. “I’m being real good now but you keep touching me I’m going to want to touch back.”
What was I doing? Being stupid that’s what I was doing. I palmed the head of his cock through his pants, then backed away puffing on my cigarette. He groaned and dropped his head back.
“Be sure to lock the back gate on your way out. I would hate for strange men to get in here.” My eyes narrowed on him. Tossing my cigarette in to the flower pot I headed inside.
“You aren’t going to invite me in?”
“No.”
“Why?”
With a chuckle I opened the sliding door. “My first impression of you wasn’t great.”
“Give me a second chance to show you what I’m about.”
Stepping inside the house I looked over to Tripp. He was very sexy but I knew where this ended. If Catalina was going to be with Shooter, which by the look in that boy’s eyes I knew Lina wasn’t going to have a chance at keeping him away, that meant I would have to see Tripp more often than I wanted to. It also meant sleeping with him was off the table. Complications were not my style. And of course there was the whole debacle of him speaking to my son. How could I forgive him for that?
“Have a good night lover boy.” I closed the sliding door and locked it. The windows were then all closed and locked and for the first time in seven months, I actually armed my security alarm. Tripp laughed from the backyard.
From the sliding glass door I watched as Tripp came closer. He rested his hands on the glass and put his forehead against it. Crossing my arms over my chest I tilted my head to the side staring at him.
“Let me make it up to you. For the shit I said to your kid.” His voice carried through the glass. Tripp pulled something out of his back pocket and slammed them against the glass. I stared at two plane tickets pressed against the glass. “Lina told me where your son was. Thought we could go visit him. I have to apologize to the kid.”
Staring at plane tickets I blinked rapidly. Was this guy for real?
“What are you doing?” I asked trying to find his angle. “You doing this so I will sleep with you?”
Tripp shoved the tickets back in his pocket and shoved off the glass. “Trying to get a second chance here.”
Against my better judgment I deactivated the alarm and unlatched the sliding glass door. Tripp smiled as he stepped through and his smile got bigger when I closed the door and locked it behind him. Taking an annoyed breath, I spun around to face the blue haire
d devil. That’s when I noticed it for the first time. Out in the dark I couldn’t tell but here under the soft light of the kitchen it was clear, his blue hair was gone. Instead, it was dark brown.
Tripp smirked and held out his hand. I looked at it for a minute before taking it. He shook my hand, “Tripp Rivers.”
“Isabella Vega.”
Tripp lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my hand. Tossing my head back in laughter, I playfully pushed him and took my hand back. He grinned at me and pulled the plane tickets out of his back pocket. I took them inspecting them. First class. I didn’t need to know how he got my information, I was sure Lina told him. I’m sure it was payback from the time I drove Shooter to her apartment.
“We leave in the morning, and Lina took care of your hours at the club.” Tripp leaned against the counter and crossed his ankles and arms staring at me. “Changed my hair to look more responsible and I’m going to make it up to your kid. Tell him I was stupid and maybe buy his forgiveness. Thirteen right? I’m pretty sure I can buy his forgiveness.”
The gesture was sweet but it wasn’t happening. “I can’t accept this Tripp.”
Tripp moved forward and I moved back until my ass was against the counter. He placed a hand on each side of my body, leaning in to the counter and me. His mouth was close and I tried to ignore it. It was hard though since I knew what his mouth tasted like and how he kissed. My body tingled with goose bumps and my stomach did that floppy thing.
“Why?” He asked. His voice sent chills down my body and I squeezed my thighs together. He was affecting me in ways he shouldn’t. Not for a guy who I really didn’t know.
Placing a hand on his chest, I pushed him back but he didn’t budge so my hand just stayed on his warm chest. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to meet him. First of all he loves your band and second it would give him the wrong impression about us.”
Tripp pushed off the counter and backed up from me. The space between us was cold and in that moment I realized I liked him in my space. I liked that floppy feeling in my stomach and the warm air that surrounded him.
Tripp ran a hand down his face and nodded his head. “When we go I will stay at the hotel. You can’t say no because this is part of my second chance you are giving me.”
“Oh really? And what’s the other part?”
“Where I show you I’m more than three tugs.” He didn’t smile but met me with challenging eyes.
He placed the plane tickets down on the counter. My head turned to watch him but I froze when his hand slid around my neck and under my hair. He pulled me towards him, our lips smashed together and his teeth raked across my lips painfully. The pain was replaced with lust as his tongue found its way in to my mouth.
His upper body curved and folded over mine, wrapping me in his strong arms. My arms moved under his and up his back until my hands grasped his shoulders. Our mouths danced and tongues fought as our bodies slowly moved together.
His strong hands moved down my back and cupped my ass. I danced on poles for a living so there was no strained effort as I pulled myself up his body and wrapped my legs around his waist. Tripp’s hands went from my ass to the back of my thighs and without breaking our kiss he carried me down the hallway, while I ground against his cock.
Tripp’s tongue slid against mine and my hips moved against his. I could feel his cock hardening and my pussy clenched in anticipation. There was a faint moment of regret that bristled in the back of my mind but I pushed it aside. Sometimes sexual needs trumped logic. This was one of those cases. I was enticed by Tripp. There was no denying I wanted his cock and I would sort the morals out in the morning when I gave him the plane tickets back.
My back hit my bed and Tripp shoved my legs apart before resting between them. He ground his leather covered shaft against my needy core. Grabbing his hair I pulled back his head removing his lips from mine. With his head tilted I kissed down his neck and used one hand to shove him off of me. We flipped over smoothly and he was on his back and I was straddling his torso. My mouth trailed down his neck while my hands pushed up his shirt. Tripp yanked the material and pulled it up and over his head tossing it across the room. His grey, heated eyes watched as I started to trail down his chest licking and kissing. His tattoos moved as he flexed and breathed heavily.
“Get yourself mentally ready tug boat.” I smiled up at him as I started unbuttoning his leather pants.
Tripp put his hands behind his head and looked down at me like he was relaxed. “I’m ready Kung Fu grip.”
With one yank of his leather pants, Tripp’s swollen, erect cock released from its confines. On my knees I leaned back allowing his shaft to bob in my direction. He was the biggest guy I had ever seen and I was turned on at the thought of his dick entering me. That was if we could get past three tugs.
My left hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and my right hand moved towards the top of the monstrous appendage. Before this night was done, we were measuring his shit. My hands in sync, I moved them up his shaft tightening my grip. He throbbed and thickened even more. I ran my thumb over the sensitive head and toyed with his piercing. He bit his lower lip and tensed. I looked up at him and smirked. That was one tug.
Biting my lower lip I moved my hand down his cock twisting my hands as I brought them back up his shaft. This time when I reached the top of his cock I used my flattened tongue to run across the head. Tripp moved his hips, thrusting upwards. That was tug number two.
His breathing was heavier as he glared down at me. “That was cheating.”
Flicking out my tongue I ran it across his piercing moving the barbell back and forth. Tripp groaned. Flattening my tongue once again I ran it down his length and across the top of his heavy sack. Tripp jerked his hips up. Satisfied with the reaction I ran my tongue back up his length. Normally toying with a guy’s knob was not at the top of my list but Tripp’s small reactions made me want to never stop. Every response he gave drenched my panties. Angling my mouth I opened wider and took the head of his cock in between my lips, sucking hard before popping it out. I think that counted as tug number three.
He grunted.
“So I should stop?” My voice was thick.
Tripp grabbed the back of my head. His long fingers twined in my hair possessively. Maneuvering his hips he brought my lips back to his cock. I opened my mouth and took him in. He guided me down his length. I took as much as I could and used my hands to pump the bottom of his shaft where I could not reach. Swirling my tongue around his dick I sucked hard and moved quickly up and down his beautiful cock. I popped the crown of his shaft from my mouth again and gave one last final pumping tug with my hands. He gritted his teeth but didn’t blow.
“No stopping.” Tripp groaned out.
He moved his hands over mine. In hard fast movements he guided my hands up and down his dick. Alternating my grip, I flicked my tongue flicked out catching the head of his cock. Tripp let go of my hands and gripped me under my arms. Showing power I didn’t realize he had, he tossed me on the bed. His hands roughly moved down my body cupping and squeezing my breasts before moving to my sweats. His fingers hitched under the top of my sweats, hooking my lace panties in his grasp. He placed a kiss on my stomach where my shirt rode up as he yanked my sweats and panties off.
Air hit my wet pussy causing me to whimper.
“You better not hold back on me doll. I want you screaming out my name,” Tripp growled out.
Lifting my head up, braced on my elbows looking directly in to those silver eyes. “Do I look like I’m a screamer?”
Tripp smirked but didn’t answer me. When he pushed my thighs apart and ran his hot tongue down my slit I gasped arching off the bed.
How did I miss the fact he had a pierced tongue?
More importantly, how did I not know I was a screamer?
Chapter 6
~Tripp~
Fuck Shooter and his love at first sight.
It was love at first fucking taste!
G
oing down on a woman was never something I had to do. Fuck I had women wanting my cock, not the other way around. But the moment her mouth was on me working me over, I wanted to reciprocate. I wanted to taste her, suck her clit and fuck her with my fingers before I shoved my large cock in her tight body. I wanted to know every inch of her body.
My tongue moved through her wet folds toying at her entrance before circling her clit. I pressed my tongue ring at her entrance fucking her with it until her hands grappled for the sheets. Her wetness drenched my face and I licked it up like a champ. I wanted her pretty pussy to cum all over me. I wanted to hear Isabella scream my name as she lost control.
Looking up at her from her perfect thighs I smirked. “I knew you’d be perfection.”
Not giving her a moment to retort I dipped my head down to her waiting core. Clamping my mouth around her clit, I sucked while I moved my fingers deep inside of her. Turning my fingers I pumped two of them in and out of her tight entrance. She squeezed her walls around my digits and I curled them hitting that spot deep in her. Isabella squeezed her thighs around my head moaning. Her soft moans egged me on. Frantically flicking my tongue over her swollen bud, I pounded my fingers in her harder.
Isabella was perfection. Every moment she made was art to my eyes. Her hips raised from the bed as she ground against my face. Her slender fingers moved down her body until they ran through my hair. Her tits heaved with each one of her ragged breaths. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, but when she couldn’t contain herself anymore her head fell back and her mouth formed a perfect “O”. Her hands moved from my hair and fisted in the sheets. Isabella’s back arched further from the bed.
My cock dripped and throbbed wanting attention.
“Fuck!” She softly gasped as her hands released their grip on the sheets.
My tongue lazily ran up her slit as I watched Isabella grab her own tits. Against her clit I groaned, gazing at her perfect body as she pulled on her own nipples. Sexy. She wasn’t shy about it; she rolled her nipples between her manicured fingers. I wanted them in my mouth. Sucking hard on her clit, my eyes stayed on her as she ground against my face. My free hand moved to her tits and I kneaded them. They were big and real and I loved how my tattooed hand looked against her tan skin. A streak of jealousy hit when I remembered other men saw these tits on a regular basis.