Chapter 18
ELLIE
With a huff, I kick the blanket off me and stride over to where my suitcase is resting on the floor, reaching into the hidden compartment until my hand touches rubber. Pulling it out, I march back to bed.
I’m restless—no, I’m horny.
I’d been flirting with Garret, one of the security guards, all night, thinking it might lead somewhere.
In the end, I couldn’t follow through. He was decent looking, a little too jacked for my taste, but beggars can’t be too choosy.
I was touching his arm and laughing at his jokes, throwing all the signs of a hookup.
He was on my line, ready to be reeled in, then I looked up and saw Travis standing there.
Suddenly, it felt…wrong. Garrett walked me to my door, and I told him goodnight.
So instead of having something real, I’m lying here with a silicone toy.
I wanted to bring my dildo, but it took up too much room, and as much as I’m not ashamed about my sexual needs, I didn’t need the guys accidentally stumbling upon that.
I miss it, though. This little bullet vibrator is amazing for clit stimulation, but it doesn’t fill me up, if you know what I mean.
With the click of a button, it hums to life. Once I find the setting I like, I slip it under my plaid cotton shorts and get comfy.
I rub in circles across my clit, getting myself ready before dipping the bullet inside.
My legs fall further apart, and I work faster, ready to come so I can sleep.
My hand fists the sheets as pleasure spreads across my limbs, my hips bucking as if I’m fucking something bigger than a three-inch vibrator. God, I wish I were.
I’m climbing, reaching the peak, when all of a sudden, the creak of my hotel door opening echoes in my quiet room. My head snaps toward the sound, and in walks Travis—creeping through the dark, like a thief in the night—coming to steal my orgasm.
I shriek, scrambling to hide my vagina, even though he’s already seen it. Up close and personal. The bullet goes flying. “What are you doing!?”
He strolls to the chair in the corner and drops down, ignoring my question. My hand slips under the blanket, manically searching for the vibrator. I know he hears the low buzzing. I can see the smile curving his mouth in the moonlight streaming through the window.
“How’d you get in here?” I demand. When he continues to ignore me, I flip the lamp next to my bed on. “Hello!?”
His grin grows more smug—if that’s even possible. “You dropped something.”
I huff and climb off the mattress. He watches with amused pale blue eyes as I round the bed and drop to my knees.
I toss the blanket up, checking underneath, but it’s not there.
Travis shuffles next to me and yanks on the blanket.
We both watch as the purple vibrator flies in the air, then rolls right to us.
He snatches it before it can fall to the floor.
“I don’t remember this,” he muses, inspecting it like it’s foreign.
Grabbing it, I click it off and toss it on my pillow. I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “It’s new.”
I bought it specifically for this trip. Travis and I never used toys. Not because I was embarrassed, we just never needed them. Our fling was short-lived, but it was hot and heavy. We were too busy exploring each other to consider bringing toys into the mix.
He simply hums.
“How the hell did you get a key to my room?” I yell, fed up now that my orgasm has slipped away.
“Someone is snappy. It’s not so nice being cockblocked, is it, May?”
I poke my finger into his chest, and he falls back on the bed, laughing. “I didn’t do that on purpose, and you know it. You broke into my room in the middle of the night! How?” What would he have done if I had someone in here?
“I told the front desk I forgot the key to our room. Told her we were on our honeymoon.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Of course. Sweet-talking asshole.
I throw my hands up. “You’re infuriating. You can go now.” I flick my hand in a shoo motion, but he doesn’t budge.
Instead, he makes a show of sprawling out across my mattress. “Damn, your bed is comfy. Fuck.”
A pinch of guilt hits me due to the simple fact that I get a decent bed nearly every night. Especially knowing how tired he is.
His eyes close with a deep breath. “I just need a little nap.” He scoots himself to the edge and lays his head on the pillow next to mine. “You can finish what you started. I won’t look.”
My face contorts; he’s such a liar.
Snagging the blanket from the floor, I toss it over him, and he kicks off his shoes. My teeth dig into my bottom lip, as I stare at the bed from the other side.
I shouldn’t.
Sleeping next to him could be dangerous. It might be breaking a rule in my contract. I wouldn’t know because I didn’t bother reading it. I know I should have, but I wasn’t going to turn them down, so I signed my name and went about my day. I think I got my nails done after.
“Get in the bed, Ellie,” he sighs.
I place my toy on the table, and Travis pulls the blankets back for me to get in.
He’s lying flat on his back, his eyes still closed.
I stay as close to the edge as possible, not wanting to feel his body heat.
My nerves are on high alert. I was dangerously close to coming a few minutes ago, and I still want to.
He’s tempting me by just lying there, and he doesn’t even realize it.
Within minutes, his breathing turns even.
I nudge him with my foot, but he doesn’t stir.
He’s out cold. I roll to my side, away from him, and turn the lamp off.
My eyes fall shut, trying to summon sleep, but it never comes.
I still want to get off. It’s been months since I’ve had any action down there.
I’ve gotten myself off several times since we’ve been on tour, but it’s not the same as having a man’s touch.
After a while, I give up on sleeping and grab my phone. I log in to the band’s socials and check on the latest posts. Engagement has been solid the last couple of months. They have tons of positive comments from fans, and their inboxes are full of thirsty girls that I leave unopened.
A notification pops up as I’m scrolling.
Travis has been tagged in a photo. I click on it.
It’s a close-up, whoever took it had to be in the front row.
His shirt is pulled up and he’s wiping his neck with it, skin glistening with sweat, showing off his tattooed stomach and a peek of the snake that coils up his chest.
He’s staring right at the camera with a flirty smile, as if he knew they were taking his picture.
He’s so fine, it’s actually unfair.
There are already over a hundred comments and double that number of likes, and it was only posted five minutes ago.
I glance at the rock star beside me. He puts on such a show for his fans and the ladies, but deep down, there’s so much more to him.
He doesn’t want anyone to see it. I’ve seen small glimpses, but that’s all he’ll allow.
If you get too close, he’ll shut down. I’d never admit it to him, or well, anyone, but when he ghosted me, it hurt.
Not just my pride, either. I don’t let guys hurt me. Not anymore. Once was enough.
It took us a while, but we found our footing as friends. It’s better this way, but I do miss the sex. It was off the charts. Amazing. Mind-blowing, even. I have a fair amount of experience under my belt, and Travis’s dick could be the eighth wonder of the world.
A pulse hits between my thighs, remembering how he felt. I squeeze them closed, but it has the opposite effect. I was trying to shush the waking desire, but the friction feels good.
I toss my phone back on the table with an aggravated huff, glancing at the vibrator. It’s staring right at me, calling to me. Use me. He’ll never know.
My inner whore wins out, and I pick it up, eyeing Travis.
He hasn’t moved an inch in the last hour.
His chest moves up and down evenly. Using my foot, I nudge his leg again, this time a little harder.
When he still doesn’t move, I slide my hand under the blanket and power on my toy, clicking fast until I’m at the lowest, quietest setting.
I dip under my shorts and move my thong to the side, almost jolting from the first touch.
I force myself still, not wanting to wake him.
I circle my clit, pressing the toy hard against my flesh.
The buzzing is faint. I clench my teeth to hold in any sounds, my muscles tightening as pleasure trickles down my spine.
My pussy throbs, begging for more. Using my other hand, I shove two fingers inside, but it does nothing.
My fingers are too small, too slim. I pull them out, aggravation stalling my orgasm.
Letting the fantasy play out, I close my eyes and imagine I’m being fucked.
Hard.
Travis has me pinned against the wall, his hand around my throat, squeezing at an almost unbearable level.
My hips buck at the imaginary scene I’ve created.
The vibrator slips down, slickness pooling between my legs.
I thrust it inside, letting the buzzing sensation take me higher.
Travis pounds into me harder, this time from behind, and he slaps my ass as I cry out.
“What the—”
“Ahh!” I scream, body trembling as my orgasm finally breaks free. I don’t even register Travis’s voice until I come down.
“Fuck, May. Was that a good one?” Travis’s raspy tone snaps me from my fog.
I flip the toy off once again and turn to face him. My body is flushed and warm, but I’m too sated to care that he caught me.
“Mmh.” He doesn’t need to know about the fantasy my brain concocted. It’ll only make his head bigger. I lift my arm, about to drop the toy on the table, when he reaches over and snatches it. “Hey!” I try to yank it back, but he dodges me, putting the toy to his nose and inhaling sharply.
My hand drops to the bed, along with my jaw.
“Can I taste it?” My mind must be hazy from my orgasm because I nod. He sticks his tongue out and runs the vibrator over it, coating every inch of his mouth in me. “Goddammit, now I’m hard,” he growls, plucking the toy from his lips.
My mouth snaps shut. I’m not normally one to be speechless, but I’m a little taken aback by his sudden boldness.
Not that he was ever shy, but he’s kept things professional this entire tour so far.
Only a little light flirting, nothing to suggest he still wanted me that way. He has plenty of other options.
He tosses my vibrator to the side and undoes his jeans.
My eyes shoot wide. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna tug one out. Wanna watch?”
My mouth opens, but no words come out. My head screams NO! Bad idea. Unprofessional. But the spot between my legs pulses, still alive and ready to go.
When I don’t respond, he pulls himself out while I stare at him, wishing there was a little more light inside the room.
I know what it looks like. I can still picture his cock when I close my eyes.
Smooth, a deliciously thick vein along the underside, decorated with piercings that hit my insides just right.
My mouth waters to lick it. Suck it. Feel the metal of the bars against my tongue.
I love giving head. Love when a man gives up control and is at my mercy.
I like to tease and please and have them begging to come down my throat.
Giving head to Travis was even more fun because he has things to explore.
“Can I?” he asks quietly. My eyes lift to his, and he stares back, waiting.
I roll over and flip the lamp on. If I’m going to watch, I’m going to watch. I want to see everything.
He doesn’t shy away from the light. He gets himself situated, leaning back against the headboard. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes pinned to me. I feel his stare, but I’m looking at his cock. So thick and hard, glistening.
Shit, I want it.
His pumps speed up, and my clit throbs. “Talk to me, May.”
I swallow down the worries. This is a bad idea, but fuck it, I’ll deal with the regret later. “I’m so wet. Just watching you. God, I love your cock. I wish it was inside me,” I pant, meaning every single word.
“Ugggh,” he groans, tossing his head back against the headboard with a thud. “I want that too. Can we have it?”
I shake my head. “No. No touching each other. Just ourselves.” Maybe what we’re doing is just as bad, but it’ll be easier to face him tomorrow as long as we don’t cross that line. Fuck this line. We already dove headfirst over it.
He makes a disapproving sound, but keeps working himself up and down. I want to reach over and play with his balls. I know how much he likes that.
“Touch yourself. I want to see how wet you are from watching me.”
Not hesitating at all, I shimmy out of my shorts and thong, and swipe at the arousal between my thighs. I hold my fingers in front of him, just out of reach, and show him the shimmering proof of how turned-on I am.
He grunts, fist slapping against his stomach as he angrily jerks his cock. “I love the way you taste. I’d give anything for you to shove your fingers in my mouth. Please,” Travis begs, letting a whimper slip out.
Oh God. I love when he begs.
I want that too, but I shake my head in refusal. If I feel his tongue on any part of me, I might park my clit right on his lips.
My pussy is aching, core pulsing, forcing me to shove my fingers inside. I thrust hard, using three fingers to fuck myself. “Oh, God. I’m close already. Come with me,” I say, leaning back on my free hand, knees open wide, giving him a view.
His head flies off the headboard, eyes zeroing in on my hand buried between my legs.
“Fuck, Ellie, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Fill it up for me.”
I groan, driving into myself harder, desperately wishing it was any part of him in me. He watches me while I watch him, pumping simultaneously until we both shatter.
I moan, he curses, and neither of us stops until we’re fully spent.
I drop back to the bed, breathing ragged.
The mattress dips a minute later as he walks to the bathroom.
While he’s gone, I put my clothes back on, and guilt immediately settles in my stomach.
Using the blanket as a shield from my shame, I cover myself, and turn the lamp off just as Travis strolls back into the room.
I can’t even look at him. I’m so weak. I’m so fucking fired if Tanner finds out about this.
Travis crawls back into the bed, and I stiffen. “What are you doing?”
“You ask a lot of questions these days,” he grumbles. “I’m going to sleep a little longer.” I don’t argue. I can hear how tired he is. I close my eyes and fall asleep almost instantly.