His Fractured Girl (“HIS” #4)

Chapter 8

8

Travis

I turn my painting around to show her my masterpiece and she bursts out laughing.

“It’s not that bad,” I say, tilting my head to see if it looks any better from a side angle. Nope. It still looks like crap, and hers… Her painting looks like a true work of art. She painted the vase perfectly and the flowers look like a beautiful blooming bouquet blossoming under the sunshine. And my vase looks like a slanted fishbowl with colorful sticks coming out of it. It’s safe to say painting will not be in my future as a career option.

“No.” She shakes her head, trying to stifle her laugh, but failing. “It’s not horrible. But how did you get that from that?” She looks over at the instructor’s example, which he walked us through step by slow step, and yet mine looks nothing like what’s sitting up on his easel. Or hers. But no one’s looks like hers. It’s a masterpiece.

“I just wanted mine to have some flare to it. That”—I point to the instructor’s painting—“would’ve been easy to draw. But this”—I hold mine up proudly—“was a challenge.”

She’s laughing even harder now. “Come on, Picasso. It’s time for us to go.”

“By the way, I made this for you, so I hope you’ll put it up on your wall.” I smirk, looking at the hideous thing one more time.

“Aww. I will cherish it forever.” She grins as I open the door for her. I take her hand and lead her to my truck, placing the two paintings in my back seat so they can dry.

“All right. Where to now, babe?” I shut my door and turn to face her. God, she’s stunning.

She rests her head back on the headrest, and there’s a glowing smile on her face. “I had so much fun with you tonight.” I did too. Hands down, it was the best date I’ve ever been on.

“Me too, babe. I know you’re probably tired, but I don’t want this night to end.”

“Me neither.” She grins. “Do you want to come back to my place and watch a movie? Oh wait. Lukas and Torre are having a Halloween movie marathon tonight.”

“We could go to my place instead?” I offer.

I’ll do whatever she wants, but being alone with her is definitely what I’m hoping for. After this afternoon, I can’t wait to get another taste of her. I’m eager to have her thighs wrapped around my head and that little pussy grinding down on my mouth. I need her coming on my tongue again. Only this time, I want to be on my back, watching her from below. Her tits rocking in time with her hips.

I turn to start the car, the tension tightening between my legs as we get closer to my place. I look over and see it in her eyes. She feels it too. If I kiss her now, I’ll be pulling over into a parking lot, and for what I have planned with my girl, I want to be home in my bed, worshipping every inch of her silky perfection.

I pull into the driveway and park. Coming around to open her door. When she climbs out, standing before me, her beautiful face glowing under the light of the moon, I suck in a breath. She’s looking at me with that same need that was trembling through her during class. It nearly took her down this afternoon. I barely got to her in time. And it’s pressing down on her now.

“Need to get you inside, angel.” Her little whimper has the cum dripping from the end of my dick.

I take her hand and turn, entering the house through the garage door. When the sound of the TV blares from the other room, I come up short. We’re not alone. I thought Lukas was supposed to be over at Torre’s place.

“Fuck, Torre.” Lukas groans, sounding exasperated. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.” It sounds like the two of them are arguing again. “It’s about to be washed out.”

Okay, I think it’s time for us to let them know they have company. I doubt they want us eavesdropping on their family feud.

“Honey, we’re home!” I call out, trying to lighten the tension that’s settled in the house. I look at my girl and she’s rolling her eyes, obviously knowing how much the two of them bicker.

“They need step-sibling therapy,” she whispers.

“Yes, they do.” I nod. “Would you rather we go back to your place?” I’m about to shuffle her back out the door. I wanted her all to myself tonight, and it sounds like the Bickersons could use some privacy as well.

“Hey, guys!” Torre walks in, sounding out of breath and looking red in the face. She must’ve been yelling at Lukas for a while. She’s always blowing smoke about him being too overbearing and protective and not letting her live her life. He’s just trying to keep her safe. Look out for his little sister. Now, can he act like an ass sometimes? Yes. Does he treat her like a kid? I think wanting to wash her mouth out for saying swear words is a testament to the fact. But I know it only comes from a place of love. He doesn’t want to see her get hurt. And college guys aren’t exactly trustworthy.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean to intrude,” Sophie says. “I thought you guys were going to be at the dorm, so we came here. We can go and let you guys have your privacy?”

“We don’t need privacy,” Torre rushes out, shaking her head emphatically. “We’re just watching the movie. There’s nothing going on. You guys should stay.”

She must not realize we heard them arguing when we came in. I’m guessing she wants us to stay so she and Lukas have a referee.

Lukas walks into the room, looking like he’s been going rounds at the gym. His muscles are tense. The veins in his neck are strained and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead. I’m so glad I’m an only child and that I don’t have to deal with any step-sibling rivalry. I know they love each other, but there’s definitely an underlying tension that’s always lingering between them and you can feel it whenever you enter the room.

“So, how was your date?” Torre looks to Soph. “What’d you guys do?”

“We went to Sip and Paint and painted a floral canvas. You should see Travis’s.” Sophie gives me a look, biting down on that plump pink lip. “It’s really something.” Her giggle slips free, and I reach for my cheeky girl, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her right to me.

“I just save my talents for other things,” I whisper in her ear, feeling the shiver rock through her shoulders.

“Oh, I want to see.” Torre smiles. “Where are they?”

“They’re in the car. I’ll go get them.” I plant a kiss on my girl’s cheek and head outside to grab them. When I come back in, the two girls have vacated the kitchen and are talking in the living room. Torrin asking all about our date tonight. I take in our paintings, smiling when the girls bust out into a fit of giggles as they look at mine.

“That’s definitely something,” Torrin says through her laughter. “And I’m guessing Sophie’s is even better than the instructor’s?”

“It is.” I admire hers again. “This is going on my wall. And when my girl becomes famous one day, I can say I have an original.”

Sophie smiles up at me and there’s that gleam in her eyes again. She kept looking at me all night, and every time it hit me in the chest. I’m falling fast for her. Two dates in and I’m already envisioning a future. One with many nights of painting and love-making. Hearing her laughter, kissing her soft lips, making her scream for me. Sounds fucking perfect.

“I’m going to go put it in my room.” I leave the girls and head to my bedroom. Lukas is coming out of his, looking calmer now. “You good?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because five minutes ago, you looked like you wanted to strangle someone. What are you guys fighting about this time?”

He shakes his head. “We aren’t fighting. Just watching the Halloween movies.”

Is he really going to deny the fact that they were going at it again? Guess he doesn’t realize we heard them. Fine by me. He and Torrin can settle their issues amongst themselves. I certainly don’t need to be involved in this one.

I place the paintings up against the wall then go into my bathroom to make sure it looks decent for my girl and that I haven’t left the toilet seat up. When I come back out, she’s sitting on the side of my bed. My bedroom door is closed…and locked.

I step forward, feeling the current already charging the air. The temperature has just risen in the room as my pants have grown tight in the crotch. I stop before her, reaching for the side of her cheek, my thumb brushing over her soft skin. “You’re so beautiful, babe.”

She nuzzles into my hand, practically purring for me. I want to make her purr for me in other ways. I reach for her waist and scoot her further back onto the bed, but she sits back up.

“This time, I want to touch you, Travis.”

Just the thought of her soft fingers running across my skin has my cock dribbling. But I need to taste her first. “Then you better come for me like a good girl, or else I won’t give it to you.” I push her back, spreading her thighs wide and pressing my cock right between them. Her hips thrust up against me as the ache starts to take over.

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Hunt.” Her words are breathed on a moan as I begin to rub over her clit. “But I’ll concede to your demands.”

“You don’t have a choice.” I shift back, practically tearing her pants from her body. My hunger for her is nearly making me insane. As soon as I get them off, I’m diving headfirst between her legs, rubbing my mouth all over her swollen wet lips, licking every drop of her honey, groaning when her sweetness hits my tongue. Her fingers grip my hair and she starts working her pussy against me. Rubbing her clit against my tongue. Her little whimpers getting louder. Her thighs quaking as they squeeze around my head, locking me in place.

I suction around her clit, desperate to suck the pleasure out of her. And she comes for me just like a good girl. Her hips buck up, thighs locking tighter, and I hold on, letting her ride it out. Licking up every drop she feeds me. Her sexy moans sounding like praise for doing a good job. When her body goes limp, I ease off, not want to overload her sensitive system. I crawl back over top of her and brush her hair from her face.

“God, you’re good at that,” she breathes, still trying to catch her breath.

“I aim to please.” I smirk.

I run my fingers through her hair, stroking lightly, watching as her eyes flutter closed. This is what I’ve been wanting. Someone soft and sweet to cuddle up with at night. Someone to laugh and flirt with. She’s really getting to me. The feelings are rushing in fast. She nuzzles into my chest, and I hold her closer, savoring the moment. Hoping this will be one of many with this girl. When her breathing becomes quiet. I realize she’s fallen asleep. I smile, loving the fact that I shatter her little body to the point of exhaustion.

I shift out from under her and reach for the blanket, tucking her in for the night. I hit the lights and then go into my bathroom, needing to ease the pressure that’s been building in my balls all night. As soon as the air hits my throbbing cock, more cum drips from the end. I wrap my fist around my shaft and begin my steady stroke, thinking of my sweet girl trembling against my mouth. Her juices running down my chin. I still taste her on my tongue, and it drives me toward my peak. My hand stokes faster. My grip tightening. And then I come, shooting my load straight into the toilet, feeling the tension finally leaving my body. God, I needed that.

When I come out from the bathroom, my girl’s still sound asleep. I climb in beside her and pull her right into my nook. The feel of her backside up against my dick has me stiffening again, but I close my eyes and let the comfort of having her in my arms lull me to sleep.