Chapter 15 In pretty much any other situation, I would've been embarrassed. I mean, coming in my shorts like a damn teenager? That should've made me want to crawl into a hole. But not now. Not with what just happened. 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. I looked down at Bliss and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it until her breasts were exposed. I cupped them in both hands and gently rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. "That feels nice," she said softly, leaning her head back against my shoulder. I pressed a kiss to her temple and kept massaging her tits, taking in the moment. Tripp got onto his knees in front of the couch, positioning himself right between Bliss's legs. She was lying back against my chest, her body completely relaxed. Still, I could feel the tension beneath my hands. She was trying to stay calm, but her breathing was giving her away. Every breath was a little quicker, a little shallower, and her fingers curled slightly into my arm like she was bracing for something she knew would undo her. Tripp didn't dive in right away, and I knew he would take his time. Like he wanted to build something up before tearing it all down and make this unforgettable for her. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Then the right. His hands moved up to gently hold her legs open, thumbs stroking the skin on the insides of her thighs as he kissed higher, inch by inch. I looked down over her shoulder, watching everything. Watching him. Watching her. Watching how her body reacted to every little touch. I had one arm wrapped around her middle, holding her close to me, and the other still gently playing with her tits. She whimpered when I pinched one slightly, the sound shaky. Tripp finally reached the top of her thigh and paused just short of where she wanted him most. He looked up at her for a second, made eye contact, and I saw her bite down on her bottom lip like she was trying not to beg. She was barely holding it together now. She was eager for his mouth to finally touch her. He dipped his head and licked slowly right up the center of her pussy. She gasped, and her hips jerked upward. Her head fell back against my shoulder and a soft, broken moan slipped out of her lips. My hand moved across her belly, holding her a little tighter as her body tensed and flexed against mine. I could feel everything. Every tremble. Every breath. Every tiny movement. "Fuck," she whispered. "Oh my god." Tripp didn't stop. He got into it fast, his mouth working her in deep, thorough strokes like he wanted to memorize every inch of her. I could see the way his tongue moved against her, focused entirely on her clit now, while his hands kept her hips steady even as she squirmed beneath him. I kept playing with her tits, watching her reactions up close. Her breathing was shallow, her body moving restlessly, her legs twitching on either side of him. Her hands didn't know where to go. First they grabbed at my thighs, then the couch cushion, then one of them flew up to cover her mouth like she was trying to muffle the sounds coming out of her. "Tripp...shit, Tripp-" she gasped, already close. And he knew it. He didn't say anything, just brought one hand down between her legs and slowly slid two fingers inside her. That did it. Her body practically jumped. She let out another moan, louder this time, and her legs tried to clamp together on instinct, but Tripp was strong. He held her open with his shoulder and kept fucking her with his fingers, slow but firm, licking her clit without missing a beat. I could feel her start to shake. It started in her legs, then her stomach. Her back arched slightly off my chest, and I locked my arm tighter around her waist, grounding her while her body lost control. "I-fuck, I can't...I'm gonna-" she choked, barely getting the words out. And then she came. It hit her hard. Her body jerked and trembled in my arms. She let out a strangled moan, gripping my arm so tightly it almost hurt. I held her through it, kept my lips near her ear and whispered to her while she came, telling her it was okay, she was doing so good, to let it happen. Tripp didn't stop until she'd ridden it all the way out. Only then did he pull his mouth away, then slowly slid his fingers out and sat back on his heels. He looked up at her, and even though she was still coming down, her eyes were already opening. Her chest was heaving. Her whole body was flushed. But her face...she looked completely content, and she was in a literal state of bliss. "You alright, baby?" Tripp asked, pushing himself up again to lean into her. "I..." She took another deep breath and nodded. "Yes, I'm okay." "Good. You truly taste like heaven," he told her as he placed a wet kiss to her lips. I watched as the kiss deepened, and when he pulled back, he looked up at me with question in his eyes. He was close, and my eyes dropped to his lips. "Can I?" he asked, and my heart skipped a beat. He wanted to kiss me. Unless I was interpreting this wrong. "Uh..." "You can say no. I won't be offended," he assured me. "Just thought...while we're here already..." "No, yeah," I croaked out. "You can." Tripp gave me a small nod, like he was double-checking that I meant it, that I wasn't just saying yes because I felt like I had to. But I did mean it. Even if my heart was pounding in my ears and I suddenly had no clue what to do with my hands, I wasn't about to back out now. Something about the way he looked at me, curious but patient, made it easier to lean in. So I did. He didn't rush it. He tilted his head slightly and moved closer, closing the last few inches until his lips met mine in a soft kiss. His lips were warm, and I could still taste Bliss faintly on his tongue. The kiss deepened for a second, just enough for our mouths to part and our tongues to brush together, and then he pulled back. He knelt there for a second, his face close to mine, our breath mixing in the small space between us. Then he smiled. "That was better than I imagined," he said. I huffed a quiet laugh and rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly hyper-aware of how hard my heart was still beating. "I'm glad." Bliss was still lying between us, her head now resting back against my chest again, eyes drifting open and shut like she was floating. She was glowing. Literally. Whatever Tripp had done to her must've rewired her nervous system and left her on a new frequency. Her hand touched my thigh gently, like she needed the contact. "I like this," she murmured. "I like us like this." Tripp leaned in again and pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling back and standing up fully and putting his shorts back on. "I'm gonna grab some water," he said, glancing down at us. "You two want anything?" I shook my head. Bliss softly asked for water. He nodded and walked off to head upstairs, his steps casual, like this was any other night. I looked down at Bliss again, brushing some hair from her face as she smiled up at me with that lazy, satisfied look. 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