Chapter 39
Anna
Istare down at Travis, my pussy aching and my head spinning.
I can’t believe how much I like this. How much it turns me on for him to boss me around, then deny me an orgasm while making me suck his dick.
I’ve never done anything like this with the guys I’ve been with before. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but what I’m doing with Travis is mind-blowingly hot. And we haven’t even had full-on sex yet.
But this build-up is crazy. The way he works me with his hands and mouth. The way he orders me around. The way he fucked my mouth and throat…
I think I’ve unlocked something inside of me.
Never in a million years did I think I’d like being denied an orgasm by the guy I used to hate.
This is wild. And so, so fun.
I start to lift my hips so I can move over his cock, which is hard once again. Damn. Impressive how quickly he bounces back.
He grabs my hips and holds me down. “Don’t move.”
I shiver at the low, hard rasp of his voice. Why do I like it so much? Why do I like being told what to do by him? Why do I like handing total control of my pleasure over to him?
He licks the pad of his thumb, then gently teases my clit. I gasp, and my head falls back.
I press my palms against his hard, toned chest.
“Oh my god…” I babble as the pleasure threads through me.
With his other hand, he reaches up and teases my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I close my eyes, the pleasure sliding up my chest and throat, making it hard to breathe.
“Are you close?” he asks.
I nod. He pulls his hand away.
I whimper and smack his chest. “What the hell…”
My frustration doesn’t last long, though. He reaches up and gently tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Where’s your vibrator?” he asks.
“How do you know I have a vibrator?”
“You said you had one when we were in the shower.”
“Maybe I was lying.” I’m such a brat.
He tilts his head at me, his eyes glittering with amusement. “You definitely have a vibrator.”
I roll my eyes, fighting a smile. “In the nightstand.”
He reaches over with his long, muscled arm, opens the small drawer, and grabs my hot pink vibrator and a condom.
My tummy dips watching him set the condom aside. When he catches me eyeing it, his mouth slants up in a wicked half-smile.
“That’s for later,” he says. “For now…” He trails off as he holds up the vibrator, heat flickering in his gray-blue eyes. “I wanna use your vibrator on you.”
He flips it on, then presses it to my clit. I inhale sharply, grabbing at his chest again to steady myself.
“Do you use this a lot?” he asks.
“Define ‘a lot,’” I say, breathing hard.
The low rumble of his laugh sends goosebumps flashing across his skin. It’s so rough and deep and manly.
“How often?” he asks.
“Depends.” I swallow and lean back, looking at the ceiling as the pressure between my thighs builds. “Sometimes three times in one night. Sometimes I go weeks without it because I’m just not in the mood.”
“What puts you in the mood?”
The pleasure and pressure inside of me twist, slowly climbing up my tummy and chest. I close my eyes. My skin feels like it’s on fire.
“Lots of things. A sexy voice. Watching a hot love scene. Reading a hot love scene. Thinking of sexy moments I’ve had in the past.”
“Did you use your vibrator and get yourself off after we hooked up in the garage?”
I’m panting. “Yes.”
“And after I made you come behind the diner?”
“Yes.”
“After we went down on each other in that empty classroom?”
My chest is tight as the pleasure winds higher and higher
“Yes!”
My legs are shaking. I’m so close.
I’m panting, dragging my hands over his chest. He shuts off the vibrator.
“Travis! What the fuck?”
I go to smack him, but he stops me with his massive hand.
That annoyingly sexy smirk dances across his lips. “I told you I was going to reward you.”
“By denying me orgasms so I pass out?”
He grins wider and shakes his head. “By building it up. I promise it’s gonna be so good for you.”
I roll my eyes and fight a smile as I make an annoyed sound. If this were any other guy, I’d leave. But it’s different with Travis. I trust him. I know he won’t do anything I’m not okay with. I know my pleasure is his priority.
Yeah, I’m frustrated and so turned on that my pussy is throbbing…but part of me likes this. I like that he’s teasing me. I like that he’s challenging me.
I think of the tension and heat from our accidental makeout and our hookup at the diner. The filthiness of our hookup in that classroom. The sweetness of that marathon oral sex session he gave me on my couch while watching Grey’s Anatomy.
What we’re doing now is a mix of it all. A delicious, dirty mix. And I’m desperate for the payoff. It’s all part of the fun.
“Would that be okay?” he asks.
I nod, heartened that he’s checking in with me. “Yes.”
He brushes his knuckle over my clit, and my eyes roll back. I’m so aroused that even a light touch is enough to make my pussy clench.
He does it again and again. I moan at the buildup, but then he pulls his hand away.
“I hate you.” My tone is hard, but I’m smiling.
He grabs the condom, ripping it open with his teeth. With one hand, he holds me up by my hip so he can slide on the condom.
“You hate me, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Ride me and tell me exactly what you hate about me.”
He pushes me down onto his hard cock. I cry out at the same moment that he curses. I don’t move. I just sit there and let myself adjust to his size.
“That feel okay for you?” His voice is soft, and it makes my chest go tight.
I nod at him. “Yeah. You’re just really big. I need a second to get used to your size.”
I don’t miss the gleam of pride in his eyes.
“Your pussy feels like heaven,” he grits out, like he’s struggling to maintain control.
A fluttery feeling swoops through my chest at how good I make him feel.
With both hands on my hips, he focuses his stare on me. “This is for you, Anna. I want to go at your pace. I only want to do what makes you feel good.”
My heart tumbles around my chest. There he goes being ridiculously sweet again.
I ride him slowly at first, whimpering at the intensity. The way his cock is stretching me out feels so insanely good.
A rough sound rips from his throat. “Ah fuck, that’s good.”
We get into a slow, steady rhythm. He lets me lead the pace. He’s letting me do exactly what I want, and it’s making me crazy in the hottest way.
I start to play with my clit, but he gently shoves my hand away and takes over.
“So what do you hate about me? I wanna know.”
I let out a breathy chuckle. “How you won’t let me touch myself.”
“I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry. I love playing with your sweet little clit.”
My pussy tightens at his praise.
“I hate how bossy you are.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I nod. Pleasure simmers inside of me, on the verge of boiling over.
“I think you’re lying, sweet thing. Judging by how hard you’re riding my dick, you like it very much.”
I moan. “I hate how annoyingly handsome you are.”
He chuckles roughly. “I believe that one.”
I’m bouncing harder and faster on his cock now. The pressure inside of me intensifies. Heat pools between my thighs. I’m on the verge of exploding.
“I hate…oh, god…”
Below me, Travis’s body tenses. He makes a rough sound like he’s close to losing it too.
“I hate how much I like it when you’re in control,” I rasp.
With his free hand, he reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. I glance down at him. My lips part as I gasp at how beautiful he is in this moment. His pale skin flushed, sweat dotting his chest, the muscles in his shoulders, arms, and abs rippling.
His gaze on me sharpens. “You love it when I’m in control.”
A shaky breath falls from my lips. I shake my head. “You’re wrong.”
“I’m right.”
“No way. This sucks. I hate it. So much.” I’m such a brat, but I can’t help it. I love how fun this is.
He pulls his thumb away from my clit. I cry out.
“Be a good girl and say you love when I’m in control. Then I’ll let you come.”
“I love it when you’re in control,” I say quickly. Because I’m shameless and needy and desperate for an orgasm after all this buildup.
“Good girl,” he growls as he presses his thumb against my clit. A second later, I break.
The pleasure inside of me crests. The explosion blasts through my entire body. I’m shaking and thrashing and screaming. Every inch of my skin is on fire with ecstasy.
I can’t hear or see. I feel like I’m in a cloud of bliss. I’m no longer a body. I’m a million floating pieces, shattered by the intensity of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
I fall forward, a sweaty, whimpering, panting mess. A dizzying, drugged-up feeling swoops through me. Travis kisses the top of my head and caresses my back with his hand.
“You are gorgeous when you come,” he whispers against my skin.
I let out a soft, happy hum at how he can go from being bossy and filthy to sweet and soft in a matter of seconds.
Before I can say anything, he flips us over so I’m on my back now.
“You didn’t come?” I ask.
He shakes his head. I look down at his dick, which is still hard as steel—and still inside me.
He starts to thrust again, slowly at first. I lean my head back into the pillows, moaning and whimpering.
“You could have come,” I say.
He shakes his head. “No. I wanted to fuck you just like this, in missionary.”
I start to smile. “Why?”
“So we can keep arguing.”
I burst out laughing, but then he thrusts harder, and I’m whimpering again.
“Doggy is the best position,” I say, breathing hard. God, he’s good. He really knows how to fuck.
“Doggy is fun. This is the best, though.”
“Missionary is so boring,” I say it just to be a brat.
He lifts an eyebrow, as if to silently say, “Oh, really?”
He leans up and picks up my leg, setting it on his shoulder. Then he grabs my vibrator, flips it on, and presses it to my clit. Then he fucks me harder, deeper.
The intensity multiplies by a hundred. I’m on the verge of coming instantly. My whole body is trembling as pleasure hurtles through me.
“This is boring, huh?”
“Not fair,” I cry out. “This is modified missionary.”
“Semantics,” he rasps.
“That’s not…” I trail off right as my orgasm crashes through me.
I scream as I drown in waves of ecstasy. I can’t get any air. I can’t see. I can’t think. All I can do is lose myself to this unholy pleasure.
Every muscle in my body is tight. It almost hurts how good this is.
Above me, Travis lets out a rough sound. It’s low and tortured and delicious.
His body tenses and shakes, then he stills. He lowers himself on top of me. He gives me a soft kiss on my lips, then my cheek, then the hinge of my jaw, then my shoulder. I melt. I’m a puddle of softness and fuzzy feelings, all for him.
I wrap my arms around him, relishing the hot slickness of his skin, the way his heart hammers in his chest.
We stay like that for what feels like minutes, breathing hard and saying nothing.
He leans up and slowly pulls out of me. He slides off the bed and pads to the bathroom. When he returns, he’s holding a glass of water and something else in his other hand.
I squint to get a better look. When I see it’s a chocolate chip cookie, I grin.
“You need to refuel,” he says.
He helps me sit up and hands me the glass of water. I down half of it, then devour the cookie.
“Want a bite?” I offer him some, but he shakes his head.
When I finish eating, he kisses me. He hums softly against my mouth. When he pulls away, he licks his lips.
“Too sweet?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. It’s exactly what I was craving.”
My heart and my stomach do identical somersaults. I can’t believe this is real. I just had the hottest, filthiest sex of my life with Travis Maxton—the grumpy hockey goalie who just so happens to be equal parts bossy sex demon and sweetheart in bed.
My boyfriend.
He crawls back under the covers with me, cuddling me from behind. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, hugging me tight.
I close my eyes and smile, nuzzling into his chest, dead tired. I bet I could sleep for a hundred years.
I yawn. “So who won the argument?”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “I think I did.”
“No way. I did.”
He chuckles. “Let’s call it a tie.”
I fall asleep to the sweet sound of Travis’s laugh, feeling more content and relaxed than I have in a long time.