Chapter 60
TRAVIS
I drop my duffel bag in the passenger seat and rush through the bus. “Cinnamon! Daddy’s home!” I yell to my cat. Regardless of what Ellie says, she is my cat. I was bummed we had to leave her behind, but I knew she was in good hands.
Ellie’s been posting her on our social media pages, and people are eating it up. She’s already more famous than us.
“Where’s Cinnamon?” I ask Penn as I walk through the kitchen.
“Hell if I know.”
I scoff and keep moving. I bet a million dollars I know where she is. “Liam, get your filthy fucking hands off my cat!” I rip his curtain back, and there they are. Curled up together on his bed, the cat tucked under his chin while they both sleep.
I reach out, about to scoop her up, but Ellie smacks the back of my head. “Stop!” she whisper-shouts. Then she pulls out her phone and snaps a picture. I glare at her, and she rolls her eyes. “It’s for the fans.”
“Psht.”
“Oh, uh, hey.”
I glance down at Liam. “Oh, good, you’re awake.”
Ellie huffs out a laugh, walking to her bunk.
“How was she?” I ask.
“Good.” He yawns. “All she does is sleep and eat. And cuddle,” he adds, stroking her fur.
Yeah, that’s enough of that. I grab my cat, and she purrs, clearly happy to see me. “Hey, sweet pea. I’m back.” I stare at Liam. “Don’t get too attached. Just because she’s a ginger doesn’t mean you get to be obsessed with her. Don’t make it weird.”
His eyes go wide, and his mouth hangs open. “What the hell, dude? I didn’t do anything!”
“Travis!” Ellie scolds from her bed. “Leave him alone. She’s not your cat!”
I gasp. “Of course she is! Shh, don’t listen to her, Cin.”
Liam shakes his head at me, and I flip him off, going to my bunk and climbing up. We don’t have long before we have shit to do. I’m going to take a little catnap.
I thought I’d be dragging ass this week. After all the running Ellie and I had to do for my hearing—driving and flying—only to turn around and rush back for the next show. Then another show.
I’ve been running on less than eight hours of sleep the last four days, but I feel good, barely dealing with withdrawal symptoms now. It’s definitely ’cause I fucked my frustrations and chronic blue balls away with Ellie.
She pounced on me in the hotel room and rode me to paradise after being so jealous she couldn’t stand it, and who the fuck was I to deny her?
She doesn’t know it, but I watched that guy at the pub track her the minute she walked away from the table, waiting to corner her and see if he had a shot.
My blood was boiling, but I played it off.
Those girls sat next to me, going on about who the hell knows what while I kept one eye on Ellie.
I was just about to go over there and tell that guy to kick rocks when she walked out.
We stayed tangled in those bedsheets until we had to catch our flight the next morning. Being inside her was even better than I remember, and like the addict I am, I’m fiending for another hit of her.
She might be the solution to all my issues.
Tired? Fuck Ellie until I can’t see straight, then crash out.
Sad? Eat her pussy until she screams and pulls a handful of my hair from the roots.
Bored? Finger fuck her under a blanket on the couch of the tour bus while everyone else is oblivious.
I haven’t done that one yet, but I want to.
“You’re smiley today,” Penn notes, tilting his head to study me.
I relax my face. I was thinking about all the ways I can make Ellie scream. “Can I not be in a good mood?”
He taps his pencil against his book, continuing to stare at me, probably reading my goddamn mind. Sneaky fuck.
“Fuck you,” I scoff, and he smirks.
He knows.
I don’t know how, but I can feel it. Not that he cares or that I care he knows.
It’s happening, and I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about it.
Everyone loves Eliie. Their only concern will be us working together should something happen—like me messing it up—but I’m not even entertaining those thoughts right now.
I check the clock for the third time. It’s after 1 a.m., and I don’t hear a sound coming from anywhere on this bus—save for Liam’s light snoring.
I’ve been lying here for hours pretending to sleep, when really, I’ve been waiting out Penn’s cockblocking insomnia. I feel bad for him, but I feel bad for me, too. My dick has been waiting for this moment since Ellie confessed her dirty little dream to me in that pizza pub.
I slide carefully off the top bunk and stalk silently down the hall.
Looks like everyone is good and asleep. I pluck the box of donuts I got earlier off the table and slip out, making the forty-yard trek to Ellie’s hotel.
She offered to sleep on the bus with us, especially with Calvin gone.
Said we should save the money. There’s no way we’d make her do that.
She needs her own space. With me, of course.
I’m sure she’s asleep, but I’m hoping she won’t mind being woken up with donuts and dick.
As quietly as I can, I unlock the door and creep inside. When I reach the bed, it’s empty. My shoulders stiffen. What the fuck?
Then the bathroom door opens. She screams, jumping back, and stumbles into the wall. “Ah! What the shit?!”
“Surprise.” I flick the lamp on and hold up the donuts.
Her hand is over her chest as she breathes heavily. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“I’m sorry.” She struts over and I kiss her cheek, wafting the donuts in her face. “Will this make it better?”
She laughs, hopping on the bed. “I suppose.”
I open the lid. “Variety. Take your pick.”
She leans close, scanning each one intently before plucking a thick but simple glazed donut. Not what I was expecting. She starts to lift it to her mouth, but I put a hand on her arm.
“Wait.”
She frowns, watching me move the box to the table, then tug my sweatpants down. The hand holding the donut falls to her lap. “What are you doing?”
I kick my boxers off next, stroking myself in front of her. Her eyes immediately track my movements. “I’m making your dreams come true.”
Her head lifts, and I see her trying to piece together what I mean. I climb on the bed and lie down. She spins around, still confused.
“Put that donut on my dick and take us both down your throat.”
Her mouth parts in shock, but her eyes flare with desire.
My dirty little donut slut.
“Really?” The enthusiasm in her voice makes my cock twitch.
“Yeah, May, really.” I yank my shirt off and put my hands behind my head, spreading my legs. My cock is standing up, already painfully hard, knowing her soft lips are about to be wrapped around it.
She eagerly crawls between my thighs. “This might get messy.”
“You’ll be a good girl and clean it up, won’t you?”
She nods, eyes full of desire.
I jut my hips up. “Eat your heart out, baby.”
She sits up straighter. Using one hand, she grips my cock at the base, and before adding the donut, she swipes her tongue across my tip, licking the precum there and making me shudder.
I jerked off earlier because I wanted to last longer. Her head game is too fucking strong. She always gets it quick.
She attempts to slip my cock through the hole of the donut, but...it doesn’t fit. Huh.
I hadn’t realized earlier how small the hole actually is. Damn, what kind of donut was in her dream? Had to be huge.
“Uh…” she trails off, trying again. The donut is cool and sticky against my skin, but I don’t mind. I’d let her bathe me in peanut butter if she wanted to lick it off me. “I don’t know if this is going to work.”
“Here.” I take the treat and shove it over the tip of my cock. Damn, it’s a tight fit. Fuck, it might be cutting my circulation off. My piercings are digging into it, threatening to shred it. It barely fits over the head. She definitely has to eat it off; there’s no other way.
She lies on her stomach between my legs, crossing her feet at her ankles, and glances up at me, bright green eyes shimmering with appreciation. “I don’t really know what to do,” she admits, almost sounding embarrassed. I don’t like that.
“Do whatever you want. Explore. I’m all yours.” And I don’t just mean my cock, baby.
Excitement flashes across her face, followed by determination. She opens wide and attempts to take me down her throat, but the donut is too big. Her brow furrows as she struggles. She can’t fit us both in her mouth.
“Well, this isn’t how I dreamt it.” She sounds disappointed, and my lip twitches.
“This is exactly how I dreamt it.”
As I say the words, I realize I mean them. I said I was making her dreams come true, but fuck…she’s making dreams I didn’t even know I had come to life.
She looks at me, a shy smile on her lips, and if I’m not mistaken, her cheeks turn pink. “I want it to feel good for you.”
“May, watching you enjoy your favorite treat feels real good.”
She sucks on the head, letting it out with a pop. “Two.”
“Huh?”
“My two favorite treats.” She grins, flattening her tongue and swirling around the slit, not taking her eyes off mine.
“Oh, fuck.” I jolt, cock swelling the same as my head at her compliment.
Which only makes the donut squeeze me tighter.
As if she knows, she leans down, nibbling on the edges to give me relief.
She opens as wide as she can, gagging when I hit the back of her throat.
But she doesn’t stop, she keeps at it, seeming like she’s struggling to catch her breath as she chokes on me.
Using her hair, I ease her off of me. “Don’t hurt yourself. Take a breath.”
She rolls her eyes, her words fanning over the tip of my dick when she says, “I’d rather choke on your cock than breathe.”
Fucking hell.
I groan, throwing my head back. Her teeth graze my balls lightly, and I hiss, my toes curling into the mattress.
“Did that hurt?”
I shake my head. “Felt amazing.”
She nods, working her way slowly and gently around the donut, careful not to bite into my dick.
When there’s barely anything left of the confection, she pulls it off me.
She licks along my shaft, lapping at my bars, and kissing up my navel.
My fingers dig into the back of my skull, abs flexing as I lean up and watch her clean my cock.
Her eyes flick to mine while she brings the last piece of donut to the head, swirling it over my tip, and mixing it with the precum pouring out of me.
Sweet baby Jesus.
My teeth clench together, trying to hold off the orgasm that’s blaring full steam ahead, about to throw me over the edge.
She pops the donut into her mouth and swallows, licking her lips, then her fingers. “Mm.”
I'm fucking entranced. She’s perfect.
She grows quiet for a minute, not moving, just staring between me and my dick. I’m aching, trembling, ready for release.
“Do you want to come?”
I nod rapidly.
“You’ve been a good boy tonight, bringing me my favorite snack and letting me suck your cock.” Her tongue swipes over me again. “You taste so fucking good. I think you deserve a reward.” Her voice is sultry and smooth, and it makes me whimper like a bitch.
Her nails rake across my balls lightly, sending chills to the surface of my skin. My eyes roll back in my head as her hot mouth sucks me in again, deepthroating me this time. Her head bobs, taking me as far as she can, while her tongue rubs against my piercings the way she knows I like.
My head spins, muscles coiled tight as white-hot pleasure sears through my veins. Fuck, this is going to be a big load. I haven’t been pampered like this since…the last time she sucked me off.
“I’m going to come. Please, can I come?” I beg.
She moans, vibrating my cock and forcing another shock wave through me. She pulls off, a trail of spit connecting her chin to my slit. I want to photograph it and put it on my fridge. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “Come down my throat. I want it.”
Yes, fucking ma’am.
Her mouth envelops me, cheeks hollowing. She sucks hard while playing with my balls with featherlight touches.
“Motherfu—” I roar, coming so hard I fear I might pass out.
My vision goes fuzzy, and my legs shake.
My toes go numb from how hard they’re curled.
She doesn’t let up, either, swallowing every drop of my cum before she releases me with a devilish grin.
“Christ, May,” I pant. I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any better at that, but damn if she didn’t prove me wrong.
“You’re such a good little slut for me.”
She rolls her eyes, but giggles as she crawls next to me, and I tuck her under my arm.
“Thank you.”
My face twists. “Thank me? For what?”
“For bringing my dreams to reality.”
“It was just a donut, May. I’d let you eat anything off my cock.”
My eyes drift shut. I’m so sated, I can’t move. If I tried to stand, I know I’d fall on my face. I think I’m temporarily paralyzed. She sucked the feeling out of my legs.
She kisses her way up my neck before softly pecking my lips.
“I’ll take care of you as soon as my limbs start working again,” I promise.
She laughs, gently skating her fingertips across my face and down my neck, and it feels amazing. Feels like something I never want to let go of.