Chapter 31
Thirty-One
The metallic thrumming of the rain on the tin roof just outside their motel door roused her from sleep. The sky beyond the curtains that they’d pulled closed the night before was tinged with dark gray, as if the sun rising behind the continuous rain clouds could barely break through.
Her head rested on Travis’s chest, the steady cadence of his heartbeat a soothing balm to her system.
Her body ached in ways that it hadn’t in far too long, and it would be a long while before she could forget what had happened between them the night before.
They were insatiable and had been up until late in the night, wrapped in each other.
Travis had made her come so many times and in so many different ways, using his fingers, his tongue, his dick.
He was always thorough and unselfish in the pleasure he gave.
Pressing her body closer to his beneath the sheets, Roxy turned her head and pressed her lips to his chest, where her cheek had just rested.
Her fingers traced along the myriad tattoos that covered every inch of his warm skin.
His breath stirred her hair and she stilled her hand, flattening her palm against his abdomen.
His right hand captured hers lightly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand.
The heart beneath her ear was pounding, an erratic, deep thudding rhythm that she was sure matched her own.
He pulled her hand with his beneath the sheet, and when her fingers encountered his hardness, she wrapped him in her fingers.
His breath released against her hair in a puff, a groan rumbling in his chest beneath her ear as she stroked him from root to tip and back.
His hand covered her own where it was wrapped around his shaft, guiding her, tightening her grip on the downstroke.
“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips upward into their hands.
His left arm curled around her shoulders, holding her tightly against his side before drifting down over the curves of her ass, slipping between her cheeks and finding her already wet.
She shifted, allowing his hand access to her, and he slid a finger along her aching channel, before pushing two fingers inside. “Christ, Roxy.”
Shoving off the sheets, she pushed herself onto her knees beside him, never slowing the pumping of her hand on him.
And then she slid one knee over his hips so that she straddled him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips.
Travis grasped her hips in his large hands, his thumbs pressing into the groove of her hipbones, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her ass as he guided her up.
Her fingers only relinquished their hold on his steely hardness when the head was notched at her entrance, and she used the muscles in her legs to slowly, so slowly, lower herself onto him.
His fingers tightened almost painfully on her hips, but she exalted in it, in the way his throat arched, head thrown back slightly.
His chest rose and fell like a bellows, holding himself back as she set the pace above him, until she had settled against him, taking him all the way to the hilt.
Until their bodies were pressed so close together, and she was so full of him she’d never be without him imprinted on her.
His eyes burned into hers, that razing heat searing her from the inside out.
“Roxy—”
She began to move, rising up on her thighs before dropping back down again.
She repeated it, over and over, and below her she watched as he gritted his teeth tightly together, a low growl rumbling from his chest and out between those clenched teeth.
He surged upward into her, rocking his hips hard as she dropped back down, and she gasped on a sharp moan.
Raising her hands, she cupped her own breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers hard enough to cause a sharp twinge of pain, and in the next second he was feral beneath her.
His hands slipped up from her hips to the narrowest part of her waist, spanning wide.
He hauled her upper body down toward him, banding one arm around her waist as he drove his hips up again and again like a damn piston, slamming in and then drawing out nearly to the tip, just to do it again.
Bracing herself on her hands on either side of his head, she pushed up just enough to be able to look down at him, into that handsome and fierce face that she couldn’t deny that she was rapidly falling for.
His hips slapped into hers harshly, driving in as deep as she could take him, nearly to the point of pain, but she took every thick, glorious inch, every brutal, pounding stroke he gave her.
He hit that magic spot deep inside at just the right angle, the head of his cock stroking it with every deep thrust. Her thighs shook as her orgasm raced toward her, her heart hammering, breath stalling.
“Travis. Travis, please—”
“I know you’re close, Red. Come on,” he ground out through those tightly clenched teeth. “Let me feel you come on my cock, Roxy. Fucking hell I love feeling you come on my cock—”
Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she muffled her sharp cry against his skin as she came hard, her abdominal muscles seizing with the force of her climax.
Lights flashed behind her tightly closed eyelids, her thighs shaking violently as her inner muscles spasmed around his hammering cock, squeezing tightly.
He groaned fiercely beneath her, his arm tightening around her waist, holding her still as he shifted his legs to allow him to fuck her harder, rougher.
“That’s it, Red,” he growled gutturally, and she both felt it rumble through her chest pressed tightly to his, and heard it as he pressed his mouth to her ear.
“Such a good fucking girl, coming on my cock.” His breath hitched as she continued to spasm around him, and his other hand buried itself in her hair at the back of her neck.
She was still coming, her entire body convulsing with the force of it…
no, she was careening headfirst into another one.
This time she screamed, biting down hard on his shoulder as the second orgasm ripped her apart.
He grunted beneath her at the pain and then she sobbed as she felt him come inside her in hot bursts that filled her.
His answering growl in her ear was deep and primal.
Her teeth released the flesh of his shoulder and she kissed it gently, positive she’d caused him pain and hated it. He clasped her close as he rasped breathlessly, “It’s okay, Red, mark me up. Make me yours. Fuck, Roxy. I’m all yours.”
As their breathing slowed and their hearts returned to a normal pace in their chests, Roxy leaned up on one hand, trailing the other through his hair and down over his bearded cheek. She leaned down, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, lingeringly, his body still nestled inside hers.
Rolling them to their sides, he pulled out of her, and she groaned, realizing their mistake as their combined releases dripped down her thighs. “Sorry. I guess I got carried away,” she whispered, laughing. “I’m clean, I promise. And I’m on birth control.”
Her eyes tracked his as he reached out a hand, tucking a sweat dampened curl behind her ear, and then he leaned forward to kiss her sweetly. “I’m clean, too. I usually have a very strict rule about condoms, but I seem to be breaking all of my rules where you’re concerned.”
Reaching between them, she blushed when his fingers slid through the wetness between her thighs, collecting it and then pushing his fingers deeply inside her. Pushing it back in. “Travis—”
“That’s so fucking hot,” he whispered against her mouth, his fingers still stroking, gathering that wetness and pushing it back in.
His fingers flicked against that spot deep inside, making her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body curl in on itself even as her inner muscles clamped around his fingers tightly.
He groaned, kissing his way down her throat.
His beard and long hair tickled her as his head moved over her, trailing kisses where he went. “I can’t get enough of you, of this.”
“Oh good lord,” she breathed on a moan, her fingers fisting in his hair, holding him to her even as his fingers continued to flick deep inside. “I—oh fuck—the feeling is mutual.”
He chuckled darkly against her throat and it sent shivers down her entire body. “Are you going to come again, Red?”
She nodded frantically above him, her hips gyrating and writhing against his hand. Her chest heaved with panting breaths as each flick of his fingers brought her closer and closer to that precipice. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“God dammit you come so fucking pretty,” he breathed against her skin, then ducked his head and clamped his lips and teeth around her nipple.
She bowed off the bed on a sharp, mewling cry as fireworks zinged through her, lighting her up from the inside out.
His teeth nipped sharply at that sensitive bud again, and she was hurled over that edge.
He groaned around her nipple, “Yes, Roxy.”
“Travis!” she sobbed brokenly as she came around his fingers, her hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, his hair as he used his fingers to fuck her through the orgasm.
A growl rumbled through his chest and into hers, and when her thighs fell open as she crested that peak, he rose above her.
Collaring her throat with his other hand, he tilted her face toward his so he could kiss her fiercely, voraciously.
“That’s right, Red. My name is the only one I ever want to hear come off your lips. ”
Panting against his lips, she smiled weakly, nodding. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Her eyelids fluttered closed as he squeezed her neck lightly, fingers and thumb constricting for a heartbeat before releasing completely.
He rolled to her side, and she rolled with him, her gaze dropping to the steely length pressed against her hip.
She grinned, a coy, feline smile, and slid down his body.
Taking him in her hand, she smiled up the length of his body at him as she took him in her mouth. He fisted her hair in his hands, gathering it away from her face. She hummed with approval as it was her name that fell off his lips in a chant as he came on her tongue.