Chapter 59 #2
Ok, I thought I was stronger than this. This shirt must be made really well. I imagined buttons flying like in the movies. This is embarrassing.
Travis chuckles. “Here.” Then he shreds it, and the sound of fabric tearing pierces the air. Buttons scatter across the floor, and I smile. Better than the movies.
He throws the remaining scrap of fabric to the ground, and I lean back on my heels, taking in the view. He still has too many clothes on.
I nod to his waist, and his hands fly to his belt. He gets rid of it, then his pants, leaving him standing in front of me in only his boxer briefs, his cock already standing at attention.
“Your turn,” he rasps, fisting himself over his underwear.
My clothes come off at record speed. Hope he wasn’t expecting a sensual striptease. But he seems amused at how desperate I am for him.
I stand up, circling him as if he’s my prey, and he might as well be. I’m about to ravage him.
He turns, following me, and when his back is to the bed, I shove his shoulders, forcing him to lie down. I pull his boxer briefs off and sigh at the sight of his beautiful cock.
I don’t know if I want to suck it or sit on it.
My hand wraps around his hot, smooth skin and my mouth waters. Just a little taste first.
My lips hover over the tip, eyes locked on the drop of precum I’m about to lick, when his hand shoots to mine.
“Fuck, May, if you do that, I’m going to blow real fucking fast.” His voice is pained, and for a moment, I consider taking mercy on him, but I need to taste him. I’ve been starved for too long.
Locking eyes with him, I flick my tongue across the slit, and he groans, throwing his head back against the mattress. I rub my thighs together, seeking friction. I’m not going to last, either.
“Just for a second,” I whisper against him.
His legs shake as I trail my tongue slowly over each and every one of his bars. Then I kiss them too. I missed them.
“If you’re going to kiss them, count them.”
Starting at the base, I sweep my tongue over each barbell. “One…two..”
Before I get to the seventh and final one, Travis snatches my hair, yanking me up before I have a chance to take him down my throat.
“Fuck. Please God, stop. I want to make you come first, and I’m not gonna be able to do that if you put your mouth around my dick.
I cannot control myself. I’ve been waiting so long for this. ”
I pout, but relent. “Fine.” I crawl up his body and hover over him.
“Wait.” He grabs my hips, forcing me to stay above him. “Let me get you ready.”
I slap his hand away and reach between us, grabbing his cock and positioning it under me. “I want you now.” I drop my hips, sinking down onto him. We both cry out as he fills me so completely full, making me stretch around him. His piercings press against my insides. God, I missed that feeling.
I don’t give myself any time to adjust. I start riding him hard and fast, chasing my release that’s close to the surface already.
He drags a knuckle up my stomach, barely grazing my nipples and sending a shock through my body.
I moan, rolling my hips faster, grinding against his pelvis in small figure-eight motions.
“Goddamn, look at you. Riding my cock like you own it. Fuck, you do. You own it, May. It’s all yours,” Travis grits, bucking his hips into mine punishingly.
“Oh God. Yes,” I cry.
“Yes? You wanna own my cock, baby?”
His hand comes up. I already know what he’s going to do. I lean forward into his palm, and he wraps his fingers around my throat.
“Yes,” I moan. “It’s mine.”
He squeezes harder, making all my blood rush to my face. My eyes close as my head floats to the sky. Yes.
His fingers dig into my hip as I ride him. The headboard bangs, the sound of our slick skin slapping together echoing off the walls. I know they’re likely paper-thin, but I don’t care if anyone hears.
“My dick is going to make a home inside of you,” he groans, one hand skating up my spine to wrap around my hair.
He tugs my neck back as he continues to thrust upward.
He has my body arched and angled, hitting me deep.
“He’s never wanted back in one place so badly.
Always seeking you out, Ellie. Only you have ever felt this good. Felt this right.”
His words hit home as he pounds into me. My heart flutters along with my pussy. “I’m going to come,” I pant, gasping for air. I knew I wasn’t going to last. Months of foreplay will do that to you.
His grip eases ever so slightly on my throat, just enough for me to suck in a breath, before he clamps around me again.
“That’s it.” He circles his hips in a way that makes his piercings rub against the best spot.
I break, clawing at his shoulders, trying to hold on as my body convulses.
He doesn’t let up, slamming into me hard as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
His hands fall from my throat and hair to hold my hips as he groans loudly, hips stilling as he comes too. “Ah, fuck.” He jerks, emptying inside me.
My spine snaps straight. Shit, we didn’t use a condom.
Not that we haven’t done this already, but that was before. I’m on birth control, but I don’t know who he’s been sleeping with. He was dragging girls around everywhere the first few weeks on the road.
Worry sweeps through me, stealing my high. I carefully roll off him, waddling to the bathroom with my legs crossed, trying not to leave a trail of cum across the floor.
I clean myself up, spending an extra few minutes gathering my thoughts. Damn, that was good. I’ve been wound tight for so long. Fucking a vibrator just isn’t the same as coming all over a nice, thick cock. His cock.
I brush my teeth, limbs heavy as I walk back to bed. Travis is still in the same spot I left him, still naked and breathing hard. Spread out like a starfish. I slide my T-shirt back on and climb under the covers.
His arm instantly comes out to pull me close. “Holy shit, I think you fucked me stupid. I can’t move my legs.”
I want to laugh, but my head is muddled with worry. Travis is safe, I know he wears condoms. He told me before he’d only been bare with his one girlfriend and me. He gets regular check-ups, but he hasn’t since being on tour. I would know.
“You ok?” he asks, turning over to face me.
I force a smile. “Mhmm.”
A crease appears between his brows as he studies me. “May...”
“We didn’t use a condom,” I blurt.
He sits up, a flash of hurt crossing his face. “It’s not like it’s the first time. I’m confused. Are you not on birth control anymore?” His eyes widen at his own question, the panic in his tone evident.
I put my hand on his arm. “I am.” He lets out a breath. “But I just didn’t know if you’d been sleeping around a lot before...”
He shakes his head, seeming to relax. “I understand why you’d worry about that, but I promise you don’t need to. Did I try? Yes. I never made it that far. I couldn’t.”
My brows pinch together, and I frown. Guess that explains the full box of condoms in his drawer. “Why not?”
He leans his head back against the headboard, his fingers trailing across my shoulder.
“Just couldn’t. I–no one was doing it for me.
No one has ever turned me on like you do, Ellie.
You make me so goddamn hard. I was comparing everyone to you, but no one even comes close.
” His hand cups my cheek, his eyes bouncing between mine. “No one feels like this. Like you.”
My smile is instant, and I reach over to kiss him again. His hand moves to the back of my head, holding me there as the kiss turns deep. It’s not hurried. It’s slow and meaningful, as if we’re both pouring a piece of ourselves into it.
I feel it too, another little part of me slipping into his hands. He’s collecting bits of me, and he doesn’t even know it. I only hope he’s careful with them.
I wait for the panic to set in, but it never comes. I’m too lost in his kiss. I don’t want to find my way back.