Chapter 9
T ravis sat up and pulled Keely onto his lap facing him. As much as he enjoyed the view from before, as well as the feel of her underneath him, this was something he needed to experience from a different vantage point.
He nearly apologized for being so abrupt but then she smiled and traced his lips with her fingertip, continuing the song in a breathy voice that nearly drove him mad.
It sure as hell made his cock crazy. Especially since she was sitting right on top of him. No, she wasn't sitting. It was more like slow lap dancing. A torturous, delicious, maddening exercise in sexiness.
He dropped his head back, trying to keep from groaning. But then he couldn't see what she was doing. How could he bear to miss that? He gripped her waist with both hands. She tilted her head, as if ensuring he was okay. He managed a nod and what he hoped was a smile.
She continued her whispery song, and it took him a minute to realize she had changed the words to "Travis, Baby."
"You are so freakin' sexy," he said before pulling her closer. He needed his mouth on hers, more than he'd ever needed anything in this world. Her tongue teased his, tangling in a way that dared him to do more. He would do anything she asked. Anything.
She sat back and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Her hair fell across her face and she reached for it. He shook his head, and he somehow, miraculously, twisted her hair into a bun like he'd seen her do.
Keely continued the slow strip tease, and then waited for a moment, her eyebrows raised, silently asking him if he wanted more.
"Sweet baby Jesus, yes."
She laughed, a low, intimate sound that made his head swim. But that was nothing compared to the sensation when she opened her blouse and let it slide down her arms.
A red lace bra.
Red was always going to be his favorite color from now on. It didn't matter what season, what holiday—red was always going to be it.
He placed his mouth between her breasts, inhaling her perfume, something floral—a delicate blend of something he couldn't name but would always associate with Keely, and Christmas.
The feel of her skin against his lips, so soft and silky, with the promise of more...
"Can I unwrap this beautiful present?" he asked, looking up at her.
Her eyes glittered with humor. "Are you the kind that rips through the gift wrap, throwing it everywhere?"
"Sometimes. But not now. Definitely not now."
Her breath hitched and it spurred him on. He wanted to make her feel as hot and excited as he was right then. He would banish any doubts or nervousness she might be feeling, replacing it with pleasure.
He placed his hand at her nape and brought her down for a kiss. At the same time, he unfastened her bra. She moved her arms so it glided out of the way. He sat back to admire her perky breasts with the hard rosy nipples.
He touched one, pinching it lightly, and then took the other into his mouth. Her head dropped back, giving him more access, with her moans giving him an even bigger hard-on. He sucked on her nipple like a favorite lollypop, which it was now, and then his hands smoothed down her waist and over her thighs.
Which were still wearing jeans.
She saw the dilemma and slid off his lap, which sadly took his mouth away from her nipples. When he pretended to pout, she grinned and said, "They're not going far. I promise."
Keely shimmied out of the skin-tight jeans, which yeah, he'd found time to admire earlier that evening. More than once. But then there was his favorite color again—red—this time in a tiny bit of lace that barely covered her. Hopefully not for long.
She hurried back onto his lap, kissing him while trying to unbutton his shirt. He wanted it gone so he started to help her, but she placed his hands on her breasts and finished getting him out of his shirt. She threw it behind the couch.
"I'm not one who takes their time with gift wrap."
Travis didn't have to answer because her hands were all over his bare chest, oohing and ahhing until he nearly forgot he was ignoring her.
Well, not ignoring her . But his hands needed to move to a new spot so he didn't make any part of her sexy body feel jealous or neglected. His hands slid down her back until they reached her round bottom. It was perfection, and it was rubbing against him, slowly but intently.
He gazed up at her and saw her eyes bright with passion. He began to caress the front of those red panties, and it made her bite her lip and move to get more of his touch.
"Travis."
It was one of the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard. He slipped his fingers inside the panties and touched her wetness. Her moan got louder, her movements more agitated. All of it set him on fire.
But he wasn't ready to end this just yet.
He moved her so she was standing, and her pout made him reconsider. Almost.
He shucked his jeans, leaving his boxer briefs on for the moment. In the hopes he'd keep control of himself a little bit longer.
It was definitely a challenge. Travis eyed her red panties, and then her face, and then back down every single bare inch of her, until his gaze was captured by those tantalizing red panties.
He glanced up once more, making sure she wanted the same thing he did. In the next instant, Keely's eyes sparkled with mischief, and Travis heard her whisper-sing a lyric from her favorite song.
"Falllll on your kneeeees."
***
K EELY KNEW IT WAS A sassy move, but how could she resist? Especially after Travis confessed he liked when she revealed her sassy side.
He didn't even hesitate. He dropped down in front of her, and slid her Christmas-red panties down her legs with excruciating slowness.
He gazed at her with something like awe, then added a sweet kiss to the spot right in front of his eyes, holding her butt in both hands so she couldn't squirm away.
Not that she would. She wasn't about to miss out on anything he was doing. He added another kiss, and then another, and then sucked the sensitive knot into his mouth.
Keely couldn't stop her moans. They told Travis what she wanted, and how she wanted it. She clutched his hair, standing on her tiptoes to reach that blissful nirvana his tongue was promising. He intensified the pressure, and then her moans became a litany of "don't stop don't stop Travis right there don't even think of stopping".
She held onto him tightly, almost panicked at the thought of him halting these sensations. Her leg muscles started to quake. Her breaths came faster, sharp ragged inhales and exhales.
She started to tell him she was going to come, but he already knew. He helped her get there a little faster by sliding his fingers inside, stroking her. She tightened around him, and then she felt herself start to splinter.
Travis held onto her as he continued the delicious torment, not at all in a hurry, prolonging the waves of pleasure crashing over her. It prompted a blissful ballad with one heartfelt lyric: "Ohmygod, Travis, how can this feel so good?"
She nearly collapsed afterwards. Travis stood and pulled her into his arms. She loved the feel of his bare skin against hers, his taut muscles holding her protectively. He tenderly kissed her eyelids, and her cheekbones, and when she tasted herself on his lips, she moaned again, adding his name.
He kissed her ear before singing softly, "Oh hear, the angel voices."
She laughed, blushing a bit. "We're going to be struck by lightning. But that was almost a religious experience."
"Almost?" Travis pressed another kiss to her temple. "So you're saying it was a 4-star, not a 5-star experience."
"No! Not at all. I'd definitely say it was a 5-star experience." She pretended to think. "But one that I wouldn't mind repeating. Just to be sure my rating wasn't swayed by other factors."
Travis nodded, fighting off a smile. "I think that would be the best solution."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I'd rate it in the billions and billions of stars."
Keely gave his arm a playful pat. "You know what I mean."
He pretended to be puzzled. "Are you saying you'd like to be a customer service rep?"
She laughed. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. I think I have the potential to provide you with the utmost in customer satisfaction."
***
P OTENTIAL ? She was already in his customer satisfaction hall of fame.
Travis was still at a fever pitch after watching and feeling her come, wanting to make that happen at least a thousand more times. She'd been so free and unrestrained, taking everything she needed. Eager to give him everything he wanted and desired.
No, satisfaction was never going to be a problem here.
Keely added, "Any hints you can give me?"
"The important thing to keep in mind," Travis said, shucking his briefs and sitting on the edge of the couch. "Customer service is about keeping the customer happy, no matter what."
Keely's eyes lit up appreciatively as she knelt on the carpet. She wrapped her fingers around him, moving her hand slowly up and down, her gaze on his. "That seems like excellent advice. And a worthy goal."
"It is," he agreed, dropping his head back, swamped with pleasure. "But it's not always easy to accomplish."
"I suppose it's important to listen, to determine what it is they want. Or need."
Travis nodded, or that's what he tried to do. Every time Keely stroked him, watching his expression, he felt like a bobblehead doll whose head was about to rocket right into space.
Both heads, if he wasn't careful.
Travis placed a hand on hers. The ultimate make-out couch was conspiring with Keely's sexy self and he wasn't sure he'd last as long as he wanted.
Her forehead puckered into an adorable frown. "Isn't this what you want, Travis?"
"More than you know," he murmured. "But I also want other things, so I need to recalibrate a bit here."
"Of course! Excellent customer service requires the ability to switch gears quickly. To ensure every need is taken care of."
She managed to sneak in one more stroke. He wasn't sure how. He had a death grip on her hand. And his control.
"I'm curious what this recalibrating looks like," she said. "A demonstration might be best. I've always found I'm a visual learner."
He chuckled as Keely bit her lip to keep a smile from spreading. God she was sexy. He could lose his heart to her if he wasn't careful. But he didn't really feel like being careful, not right now, not with her. He was having too much fun, and it was clear she was, too.
"Visual, huh?" He glanced at her fingers wrapped around his cock. "I would have guessed you were more of the hands-on type."
This time Keely couldn't hold back her laugh. "I try to be flexible, and adaptable. Changing to meet the needs of the situation."
Travis couldn't take it anymore. He lifted her into his arms and tossed her onto the couch, following her. "And that concludes our lesson for today." He nuzzled her neck, setting off peals of laughter. "You are so much fun, Keely."
She lavished him with kisses. "You are, too. I can't even imagine if my order hadn't gotten messed up." She shuddered. "I'd have missed out on so much."
"You could have learned about customer service somewhere else."
"But why would I, when I've got the very best right here." Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "No pressure."
"Hah! Pressure is the official snack of customer service reps everywhere." He winked. "Let me show you."
***
K EELY FELT HERSELF trembling, more excited than she'd ever been in her life. Travis made it clear he wasn't about to rush through anything that evening. He was the utmost in devoted attention, starting on the ultimate make-out couch, and now, after they'd moved to her bed.
Every part of her body was treated to his touch, his lips, and she was pretty sure she'd crave all of it for the rest of her life.
How could she not love Christmas after this?
He pulled away briefly, and for a moment she wondered if he'd heard her thoughts, but he was watching her with undisguised heat.
"If this happens again," she protested, "I might have to speak to your manager."
He laughed. "Lucky for you, I am the manager."
To her surprise he left, but then she heard him rustling through the clothes he'd left in the living room. He returned with a condom in his hand.
"Not that I meant to be presumptuous," he began, parroting her words from when she'd brought mistletoe to his party.
"I'm glad you're prepared. My friend Nicki says guys should carry them around like they're a medical alert bracelet. You never know when an emergency might, um, arise."
He grinned and then tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth, his gaze on her the whole time. She shivered, with excitement...and okay, a little bit of nerves. Travis covered himself quickly and then rejoined her on the bed.
She reached for him, pulling him down on top of her. His skin was heated against hers. She loved how he kissed her slowly, intent on pleasing her in every way possible. His hands roamed every inch of her body, almost reverently, promising he would make sure she had no complaints, ever.
How could she? He was perfectly attuned to everything she wanted or needed.
"Keely." He said it softly, almost as if she wasn't supposed to hear it. He smoothed her hair away from her face, studying her, then raining kisses everywhere.
Her heart pounded at the tenderness in his gaze. Her brain tried to haul out some caution signs, but her body wasn't interested. Not with the incredible sensations racing through her.
"Travis." It was a petition of sorts. Asking for more of him, while silently praying not to be incinerated by the passion they were stoking.
He moved his hand between her thighs, and she nearly shot upright from the intensity of the pleasure. He inhaled raggedly at her body's responses and this time his kiss was more possessive. It thrilled her and she reciprocated by pulling his breath into her mouth.
He broke the contact just long enough to say, "God, I need you."
She nodded. Need was all-consuming for her just then. It was exhilarating and frightening yet impossible to worry about future consequences. Time enough for that later. If ever.
She gasped when he entered her, and he halted, his expression concerned.
"Finally," she murmured, her lips lifting in a quick smile.
He grinned for an instant and then began a delicious movement, filling her at the same time his pelvis ground against her, provoking the most sinful reactions. How had her body existed without this until now?
Keely put her hand on his perfect butt, urging him deeper. He responded with a thrust that had her crying out, for more, harder, even deeper. He did just that, filling her body and heart and soul with everything she'd been craving since the first moment she'd heard his voice.
Her body started tightening around him, and his groan spurred her on. She didn't want it to end but Travis was making the destination as delicious as the journey was. He lifted her thigh to wrap around his waist, making sure their bodies were inseparable, and then began a wickedly relentless pounding.
"God, Travis. Don't stop. It's too good."
"I won't, beautiful. I promise." He kissed her again, harder this time. "I can't believe how good you feel."
His voice was rough, filled with passion, and it spurred her even higher. She wanted to say something but words were beyond her. She wasn't a sentient being anymore.
She rocked against him, pressing against his amazing body everywhere, hoping her own body could tell him how he'd made her fantasies spool out into this incredible moment.
"Keely." Travis closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. Then he opened his eyes and gazed at her, as if reassuring himself he wasn't dreaming. "You're even more amazing than I imagined."
Keely lost it then. Her entire body pulsed with a climax that had her seeing stars, over and over and over, until she was sure she'd been catapulted into eternity. Luckily Travis was there with her, crying out her name, holding her tightly as pleasure swamped both of them, leaving them panting.
Neither of them wanted to move, but Travis finally did after a brief kiss, to get rid of the condom. He was back in an instant, pulling her so her back was nestled against his front, wrapping himself tightly around her.
Keely pulled the covers over them. She couldn't resist adding, in a soft crooning voice, "Oh night divine."
"Amen to that." Travis cradled her in his embrace, and soon they were both drifting off.