Chapter 12
Anna
This kiss is different from the other two times we’ve kissed.
It’s slower, less frantic. We’re not rushing. We’re taking our time.
Travis grips my waist. He groans softly into my mouth, and I shiver.
A second later, he skims his hands up my sides, then cups my face. Gently, he cradles my cheek and tilts my head up, deepening the kiss.
His tongue laps against mine. I whimper against his lips. With each passing second, the intensity of our kiss amps up. My clit is aching, begging for attention. It’s like my body remembers exactly how good Travis made me feel the last two times we kissed and wants more.
We break apart, and I’m panting as I catch my breath. I twist my fingers into the hem of his shirt. I don’t want to let go of him. I want him close to me. I want to feel the heat of his body against mine. I want to feel him.
I gaze up at him, mesmerized by his darkened gaze. His pupils are blown out. Two big pools of ink-black, ringed in grayish-blue.
“What do you want, Anna?” he rasps, his tone deliciously low and so rough. I shiver at how much I like it when he sounds like this.
My clit pulses. “I want your mouth on me.”
His eyebrow curves up, almost like he’s amused. He looks down between my legs for a long moment before looking me in the eye. I nod.
He swallows, and I watch his throat bob. It’s covered in reddish-brown stubble. God, he’s so rugged and handsome and sexy.
His hands fall from my body as he takes a step back, turning around to the door.
He grabs a chair and shoves it under the doorknob, then slowly pulls the blinds down over the one narrow window right next to the door.
And then he stands there and looks at it for a second, like he’s studying it.
Like he’s making sure it stays in place so that no one can see inside.
I watch, breathless at how confidently he moves. How he’s going out of his way to make sure that we won’t be interrupted when he finally does what my body is begging him for.
I catch myself smiling softly, amused at how, even in this totally spontaneous moment, Travis is still Travis. He’s not erratic or nervous, like some guys would be in this moment. He’s measured and calm. Deliberate in every single one of his actions.
He turns around and steps back over to me. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me to sit on top of the nearby desk.
My mouth parts open, and I gasp. Oh. Such a sexy thing to do. A little dominant too.
Is this what Travis is like in bed? Quietly strong and confident?
With his massive hands on top of my thighs, he slowly spreads them. My breath catches when he drags his knuckles along the seam of my jeans, right over my clit.
My eyes roll back, and I whimper. Gently, he presses his palm against my stomach and pushes me back to lie down on the desk.
When he goes to unbutton my jeans, I’m panting.
“Breathe, Anna,” he says in that low, guttural rasp.
I bite my bottom lip and gaze up at the ceiling. My body is buzzing as he slowly, gently pulls my jeans down my legs.
The cold air of the room skims my bare skin. It’s only when he hooks his thumbs over the sides of my panties that I realize how wet I am.
Heat crawls up my chest and neck and cheeks. Is he going to think it’s pathetic how wet I am just from kissing him?
But then I hear him make a rough noise. When I look at him, his gaze is fiery as he stares at my pussy.
“So fucking pretty,” he growls.
That embarrassed feeling fades away completely. When he lowers his face, his hot breath scatters all over my pussy and inner thighs. My clit throbs.
Whoa. He hasn’t even licked me yet. How am I already this aroused?
He runs his tongue over my soaking wet slit. My mouth falls open, and my eyes roll back as I gasp sharply.
HOLY. SHIT.
Travis is insanely good with his tongue.
He swipes his tongue over my clit again. Slowly, firmly.
He takes his time. He goes slow. Like he’s savoring me.
Pleasure simmers hot between my thighs. I let out a desperate noise that I’d be embarrassed about if I weren’t so turned on.
My thigh muscles are twitching, and my clit is throbbing so hard. I’m already so close to coming.
“Oh my god,” I say before letting out another moan.
Travis pulls away, then reaches his hand up, covering my mouth.
I make a muffled, surprised sound against his palm. Oh. I like that too.
“Shhhh, you gotta be quiet,” he says in a rough whisper. “The whole building’s gonna hear you.”
He pulls his hand away.
“Sorry,” I say softly.
There’s a flicker of something I don’t recognize in his eyes.
“That’s not a bad thing, Anna.”
My pussy tightens at the teasing growl in his tone. Seeing Travis get a little playful is wildly sexy.
He leans down and swipes his tongue over my clit. I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from crying out.
Heat builds all around my pussy. My thigh muscles start to shake and quiver.
Pressure builds inside of me, sliding up my tummy, making my chest go tight.
Travis keeps flicking his tongue in that slow, even pace, just how I like it. He reads the cues from my body like a book. He’s only been going down on me for a few minutes, and he can already gauge what I like.
I reach down with one hand and tug my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes, groaning. I remember him liking it when I pulled his hair before, so I pull harder.
He groans again. This time, the vibrations land on my clit, and I whimper loudly. Even with my hand on my mouth, sound still escapes.
He leans up, his gaze focused and sharp as he looks at me. He licks his lips, his mouth shiny with my wetness.
“Am I gonna have to gag you?”
I know he’s joking, but hearing him threaten me with that amps up the arousal inside of me tenfold. Heat scatters across my skin, and my pussy flutters. I think I’d like that.
For a fleeting moment, I wish we weren’t fooling around in an empty classroom. I’d give anything to be in my bed with Travis so I could be as loud as I want.
I shake my head in response.
“Good girl,” he says softly.
I gasp against my palm, overcome with tingles and heat. My pussy tightens, and my clit pulses. No guy has ever said that to me before, and holy hell, it is hot.
He lowers his face back down and presses a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh, then he turns his head and kisses my other thigh. I moan quietly at the sweetest of that gesture. How soft it is.
Travis doesn’t come off like a soft guy at all. He’s so grumpy and curt and pissy. But he can be sweet and gentle and teasing too. I like seeing all these sides of him that I’ve never seen before.
He drags his tongue gently over my clit, then moves in soft circles. I breathe harder and faster, my eyes rolling back as I struggle to stay quiet. The heat and pressure inside of me intensify. I can feel my orgasm hovering over the horizon.
A second later, he reaches up and pinches my nipple over the top I’m wearing. I press my hand harder against my mouth, yelping.
He pinches my nipple again, harder this time. A second later, I explode.
I have to cover my mouth with both hands to muffle the unholy scream I let out. I can’t help it. That’s how powerful this orgasm is. It crashes through me, like never-ending waves.
Heat consumes my body. Every inch of my skin is on fire with arousal.
My eyes roll back. For a while, I can’t see anything. I can’t think either. My brain has turned to mush.
When I finally start to come down, I blink quickly. When I can see again, I lean up on my elbows. He’s standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I stare at him, breathing hard, my brain fuzzy as I process the fact that Travis Maxton just gave me the best orgasm of my life.
And judging by the satisfied look on his face, he knows it.
I bite my lip as I look up at him. He reaches down and brushes my hair out of my face. “Okay?” he rasps.
Tingles flash all over my skin at the gentleness of his touch and his soft voice, at how he’s concerned about my well-being.
How is this grumpy guy so damn sweet?
I nod. Then I glance down and see the generous bulge at the front of his jeans. My mouth waters.
Want simmers inside of me as I work up the nerve to say something I never, ever thought I’d say to my brother’s best friend.
“Can I suck your cock?”