Chapter 13
Travis
Istare at Anna, my brain short-circuiting at what she’s just asked me.
If someone had told me weeks ago that Anna St. George would be asking to suck my cock, I would have laughed in their face.
But that’s exactly what’s happening. I’m living out the most insane scenario with a woman I never thought I’d ever be with.
I rake my gaze over her gorgeous body. My eyes snag on her pretty pussy, still pink and wet from going down on her. Fuck, was that hot.
I swallow hard, the taste of her lingering on my tongue. I almost groan. She tastes so fucking good. So fucking sweet.
I don’t like sweet things. I don’t like sugar.
But I’m wild about the way she tastes. Already I’m craving it again.
“You wanna suck my cock?” I ask, still stunned. I need to make sure I heard her right, that I didn’t just hallucinate those sexy-as-fuck words.
She bites her lip and nods, holding my gaze. Her lush mouth curves up in a small, teasing smile.
“Then get on your fucking knees, sweet thing.”
Her eyes widen, and her smile fades. Panic lands in the pit of my stomach, and for a second, I think I’ve misread this whole thing.
She seemed to like it before when I was bossy…but I shouldn’t have assumed…
But then, a second later, her mouth curves up in a naughty smile. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip as she sits up and slides off the table.
She gets on her knees and aims those big doe eyes up at me. Slowly, she pulls down the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs, then pulls out my throbbing cock.
I hiss just from feeling her silky hand around me.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
“I haven’t done anything yet,” she says, her tone soft and surprised.
I shake my head, studying the brightness in her eyes. Fuck. How does she look so sweet and sexy at the same time?
“It’s been a while,” I say before I can stop myself. I’m suddenly self-conscious, regretting my honesty. Will she make fun of me? Will she laugh?
She doesn’t do either. To my surprise, she just smiles like it’s no big deal.
“That’s okay. I’ll go slow.”
I stare at her for a second, soaking in the sweetness of her tone, how she seems to understand.
She lowers her mouth to my aching cock. When she swipes her tongue over the head, a rough noise rips from my throat. I sound like a growling beast.
Holy fuck.
She does it again, and my vision goes blurry.
What the…
I close my eyes and try my hardest to stay upright, to not pass out. It’s a damn feat though, because fucking hell, Anna’s tongue is pure bliss. Silky and warm and wet.
Fucking perfect.
She gives me more teasing licks before taking me in her mouth. My brain glitches, and I lose the ability to see for a handful of seconds.
I thread my fingers through her hair, steadying myself.
“Jesus Christ…Anna…your mouth…your tongue…”
She lets out a soft giggle that sends a wave of pleasure straight to my dick and balls. I grunt, the pressure building in my lower abdomen instantly.
She starts to suck gently, and that’s when I know. I’m a goner. I’m gonna last maybe two minutes, if I’m lucky.
I should be embarrassed. I should be making myself do geometry so I can make myself last longer.
But I don’t. Because this feels too fucking good.
She pumps the lower part of my shaft in her hand as she runs her tongue and mouth all over my dick.
“Yeah…just like that…”
She moans around my cock, and I’m lightheaded. My body feels like it’s floating. How the fuck is she doing this?
I’ve had plenty of blowjobs before, but not like this. This is light-years better than anything I’ve ever had with any other woman.
Pressure shoots up my chest, wrapping tight around my lungs. I’m panting, my breath ragged and broken. White heat shoots down my spine, flickering at the base.
I curl my fingers through her hair, against her scalp, but stop myself when I realize how hard I’m pulling.
“Shit, sorry,” I mutter, loosening my grip, but she just makes that cute moaning sound again and shakes her head slightly.
Oh, fuck. She likes that too?
My brain feels like it’s splintering. I’m hot all over as the pressure in my dick and balls hurtles toward the point of no return.
All my muscles tense. I’m hot all over.
The pleasure verges on too much. I can’t think…I’m breathing so hard…I don’t know how much longer I can…
Seconds later, I come. Hard.
I unload into her sweet mouth with a muffled roar. I have to bite down harder than I ever have to keep from making too much noise. That’s never happened before.
I’m not usually this loud. But her mouth.
She jerks me in her hand, keeping the perfect rhythm and pressure as she takes me down her throat.
My brain is splintering. It feels like my entire body is on fire. I’m vibrating, aching, throbbing.
I blink over and over because I can’t see straight. I came that hard.
When I can see again, I look down just in time to see her slide her mouth off my cock.
Still gripping my dick, she licks her lips, which are pink and swollen and covered in her saliva and my come.
Jesus, that’s sexy.
Those big brown eyes gaze up at me, and I feel dizzy again. I reach down and thumb the seam of her lips.
I stare at her, unable to speak at the sight of her. Her hair falls in messy waves over her shoulder, her lips are pouty and wet, her cheeks are red, and the makeup around her eyes is a little smudged. She looks so beautiful and wrecked.
I swallow hard and open my mouth. I want to say something. I need to say something. She just gave me the hottest blowjob of my life.
“Anna…”
The sharp sound of my phone cuts through the silence of the room. I ignore it, but then I get another text. And another.
I clear my throat. “Sorry. I’ll get rid of that.”
I grab my phone from my back pocket, about to silence it. But then I see the name on the screen.
Nick.
Guilt pummels me when I read his message.
Nick: Hey. I called my parents and asked if they’d ride with your mom to our first playoff game. They said they’d be happy to. My mom’s arranging it now with your mom.
When I read the other texts he sends, it feels like a kick to the gut.
Nick: I know you don’t like it when people interfere with your personal life. But I know how much you worry about your mom. I get why, and I want to help. I’m your captain, and it’s my job to help you so that you can focus on playing your best. And not only that, but you’re my friend.
Guilt rips through me. I yank a hand through my hair, feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the planet.
My best friend and teammate is going out of his way to help me—to help my mom. And the whole time, I’m hooking up with his sister behind his back. The one thing he asked me to never, ever do.
I glance down at Anna, looking up at me expectantly. I step away from her and quickly zip up.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
I nod, even though it’s not okay. Not even a little bit.
“Yeah, I just…” I clear my throat, racking my brain for the right words, even though there aren’t any.
She stands up and brushes her hair out of her face. The muscles in my arm and hand twitch with the urge to touch her hair. To cup her face and kiss her.
But I don’t. Even though I want to more than anything, I can’t. I can’t keep seeing her like this, behind her brother’s back.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I say to her.
She blinks at me, her gaze confused. “We’re not doing anything wrong, Travis.”
I huff out a heavy breath. “Your brother would kill me if he knew what I was doing with you.”
Anna stares at me for a long moment, then down at the phone in my hand.
“He’s the one who texted you?” she asks.
I nod.
“I just…there’s this unwritten rule we have. It’s the same with all of my teammates and friends. Sisters, exes…you’re off limits.”
Her gaze sharpens, turning her expression into something unreadable.
“I get it,” she says.
There’s a flash of something raw in her eyes. She blinks, and it’s gone before I can put words to it.
“You’re right. This is a bad idea, the two of us hooking up like this,” she says, her tone curt, on the edge of hard.
She steps away and throws on her clothes. She grabs her backpack, loops it over her shoulders, and heads for the door.
“I’m sorry, Anna,” I say as she pulls the chair away and opens the door.
She stops and turns around to look at me. “Don’t.”
Then she disappears.
I stand there in the empty, dark classroom, feeling like an asshole.
I know putting a stop to us was the right thing to do. I just don’t get why I feel so shitty about it.