Chapter 25
Travis
When I wake up, it’s dark, and the TV screen is paused on a faded still of Grey’s Anatomy, the words, “Would you like to keep watching?” front and center.
I lean up and glance down at Anna, who’s still sleeping.
For a long moment, I just stare at her. She looks so pretty and peaceful.
She starts to stir, and I lie back down. She opens her eyes and then turns so she’s facing me.
Her mouth curves up in a sleepy smile. “Hey.”
“Hey. Sorry I woke you up.”
“It’s okay. Did you sleep at all?”
“Yeah. I just woke up a minute ago.”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “Good.”
Her gaze drifts down below my waist. “Are you still hard?”
“A little.”
She starts to move down, but I stop her with a hand on her waist. “You don’t have to.”
Her eyebrow arches up. “What if I want to?”
My cock stiffens at her playful tone.
“What if I want to suck your cock, Travis?” she asks as she undoes my zipper and slides her hands in my shorts. “Would you like that?”
Her fingers graze over my boxer briefs. She rubs against my cock. A rough sound falls from my mouth. “Fuck, yes.”
“Then lie back and let me suck you off.”
I sit on the couch as she slides down on her knees on the floor. When she pulls me out of my boxer briefs, my dick is rock hard.
When she licks her lips, my cock pulses. Fuck.
She gazes up at me, those big gold-brown eyes glittery as she lowers her mouth and swirls her tongue over the head. I mutter a curse.
Slowly, she works my shaft in her hand. And just as slowly, she runs her tongue over and over the swollen head of my dick.
“Jesus, Anna…your mouth…ah, fuck…
I lean my head back on the couch and try to focus on a random spot in the ceiling. This feels too good. Her mouth is too fucking good…
I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing as she takes me deeper in that sweet little mouth. When she starts to suck, my hips buck.
She lets out a muffled groan, and my balls tighten.
“Your mouth…your tongue…even the sounds you make,” I grit out. “How are you this perfect?”
When I glance down at her, I forget to breathe. Her doe eyes are big and bright as she gazes up at me, her lips pink and wet as she takes me deeper down her throat.
I grit my teeth, willing myself to hang on. It was like this the first time she went down on me in that empty classroom over a month ago. I was barely hanging on by a thread. It’s like her mouth was designed to make me come.
I reach down and brush her hair out of her face. “You were born to suck cock, weren’t you, sweet thing?”
Her eyelids flutter, and she takes me even deeper.
Pleasure races through my dick and balls. White heat simmers at the base of my spine. I’m so damn close to losing it.
I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I try to tense my leg muscles to ward off my orgasm, but it doesn’t do much good. I can feel it building inside of me.
Just then, she pulls off me. Still jerking me with her hand, she licks her lips, those beautiful, big eyes on me.
“Where do you want it?” she rasps.
My brain melts. Jesus Christ, she’s asking me where I want to come?
My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe. “Your tits. Can I? Please?”
Her plush lips curve up in a gentle smile. She nods, then starts jerking me faster. I reach my arm down to move her hair out of the way. This is going to be messy.
I last a dozen seconds before I explode, painting her gorgeous tits in my release.
The noise that falls out of my mouth is beastly. I barely sound human. But I can’t help it. That’s how hard I come.
My brain shatters into a million pieces. My whole body is burning up.
When I look down and see my come all over her nipples, a territorial feeling courses through me.
I shouldn’t feel that way. We’re not a couple. She’s not mine.
But in this moment, when she’s wearing my release on her pretty tits, that’s exactly what she feels like. Mine.
I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. “Wait here.”
I hop up and head into her kitchen, grab a paper towel, wet it, and clean her up. I toss it in the trash and wash my hands. Then I join her on the couch. She’s lying down, so I sit down and guide her to rest her head on my lap.
“What time is it?” she asks.
I check my phone. “Just past eleven.”
“Oh, wow. It’s late.”
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask.
Her smile is soft and sweet as she gazes up at me. “I’d like you to stay, if you want to. Unless you have plans in the morning. Or you want to go,” she says quickly. “I totally get it.”
I smile at how cute she is when she’s nervous. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead. “I wanna stay.”
She grins like she’s giddy, which sends a warm feeling swooping through my chest.
“I wanna see what happens between Owen and Cristina,” I say, flipping to the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
Anna giggles. “Look at you getting hooked on this show.”
I stare down at her. “I’m hooked for sure.”