naked. Her breathing is just as fast as mine as I reach for her.
I ease her back on the bed and then lay down beside her. I guide my hand down between her legs, before pressing a couple fingers against her swollen clit. “You’re so fucking wet. I love how fucking excited you get when I touch you.”
Holly’s body writhes as I continue to circle her sweet spot.
“Oh, God,” she pants. The sultry tone in her voice causes my cock to jerk.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I ask against her skin. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”
She whimpers and grabs my wrist as she comes hard against my hand. “Oh, ah…Trip.”
“That’s it, baby. Let go with me,” I tell her.
I knead her tits as she returns from euphoria. I roll her taut nipple with my index finger and thumb. Watching her fall apart from the things I do to her body, causes an intense rush throughout my body, making it hard to hold back any longer from taking her very difficult. I love the fact that I’m the only man that’s ever made her feel that good.
I grab her face and kiss her hungrily, eager to make her come again. An intense need flows through me to claim this girl. I always want this woman to be mine.
I suck a quick breath when Holly touches my face and says, “I want you inside me.”
I shake my head. “There’s one more thing I want to give you first.”
Before she can say anything else, I begin kissing a trail down her stomach. I nudge her thighs open and then go straight to work on her still swollen clit. I flick my tongue against it and lapping up the sweet juices of her arousal. I penetrate her core with two fingers and I feel her greedy pussy clench around them.
Holly’s body twists, and she shoves her pussy against my mouth and she pants my name while she comes for the second time.
I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I believe that’s what? Number four for the night, and we’re not done yet.”
She giggles. “You’re serious about that Orgasm King thing, aren’t you?”
I grab the condom from the bed and open the package. “I take my duties as ruler very seriously.”
She laughs for a second before she glances down to watch me roll on the rubber. The amused expression on her face turns serious as hunger builds up again in her eyes. This girl is insatiable—I fucking love it.
I grab her legs and yank her to me, so I can slide my cock between her wet folds. After it’s coated in her juices, I guide my cock into her. The intense pleasure of it causes me to close my eyes. “Damn. This is fucking heaven.”
I shove into her all the way to the base and then pull back out. She searches out my lips again as I begin pumping into her. “Trip…”
She doesn’t have to say another word for me to know exactly what she’s feeling, because I feel it to—this crazy connection that we have.
My fingers dig into her hips as a warm tingle spreads over my entire body. I close my eyes, willing myself to make this last longer, but I can’t, being inside her feels too fucking good.
“Fuck. Oh, God. I’m coming, baby.” Edging into oblivion, my moves become ridged. The quickened pace causes Holly to dig her nails into my back as she falls with me over the edge. “So fucking sexy…Shit.”
I growl as I let go and release, swearing that God himself just showed me heaven.
A tremor shakes my entire body as I try to settle down. I prop myself up with my elbows and lean my forehead against hers as I try to catch my breath. “You’re fucking amazing.”
There’s no way life gets any sweeter than this.
Chapter 12
We lie in my bed wrapped in each other’s arms. The sun rising brightens up my room and I study the intricate tattoos on Trip’s left shoulder and arm. I trace my finger over the patterns and read the words Music is Life on his forearm. I’ve seen it on his arms many times, but I guess I didn’t understand how much he was into music until last night when he told me he used to be in a band.
I run my finger over the words. “I like this one.”
Trip rotates his wrist to check which one I was referring to. “Me too. It’s true. Music is in my blood. I love it. I don’t think I could ever fully give it up.”
I prop myself up on an elbow. “I love that you are so passionate. Why did you stop playing?”
He pauses for a long moment, like he’s searching for an answer. “I still play actually.”
“I’d love to hear you play sometime.”
He grins. “I’d like that.”
My eyes wander up his arm to the words Black Falcon written on his shoulder. I touch his skin where the inked words appear. “Isn’t this a band’s name?”
Trip’s eyes widen and his body stiffens. “Yes.”
I tilt my head. It seems kind of childish to get something like that permanently tattooed into his skin, but I’ve heard of people doing crazier things before. I guess if you love something enough to put on your body forever, it’s a good way to always remember being passionate about something. I don’t want him to think I’m judging him for that. I can see how nervous he is just by me bringing it up. “I didn’t know you were such a huge fan.”
He relaxes and smiles. “Yeah. I’m a big fan. Do you like them?”
I shrug. “I’ve only really heard that song you were signing in the office.”
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I laugh at how ridiculous the name of it is. “That’s the one. The radio played that one out.”
He laughs too. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Other than that, I’ve never really listened to any of their music,” I admit.
“They’re an okay band.”
Talking about music and bands makes me wonder about his regular job. “I never did ask what band you worked for.”
He bites his lip and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Believe it or not, I actually work for Black Falcon.”
My mouth drops open and sit up quickly, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare chest. “Are you serious?”
He tucks his arm behind his head. “Yep. Why are you so excited all of the sudden? I thought you weren’t a fan.”
“I’m not.” The possibilities of somehow using the bands fame to help promote the track rushes through my brain. “Are you good friends with the guys in the band?”
Trip smirks. “I guess you could say that.”
“This is perfect! I know how we can save the track.”
Trip raises an eyebrow. “How’s that?”
I turn towards him. “Do you think they would come and play a couple songs if we set up a race here at the track? If we had a major band perform here, we’d draw all kinds of sponsors, press and riders from all over the world. It would be exactly what this place needs.”
He bites his bottom lip, like he’s considering what I’ve asked. “Is that what you want? You don’t think the investor’s money will be enough?”
I shake my head. “Not to put the business back on top. Besides, you said the drummer of the band you work for is the investor, right? He would probably love to see this place make money, so he’d convince the other guys to come here. What do you think?”
He sighs and touches my face. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll do my best to make it happen.”
I squeal and hug him. “Thank you. This will mean so much to this place and to Dad.”
He rubs my back as I pull back and kiss his lips. The simple peck between us turns passionate as he opens his mouth and slides his tongue against mine. My hands find their way into his hair and his hand slips down my
