Chapter Fifteen Travis #2
Frustration spreads through every vein in my body, and I feel a prickle behind my eyes, needing to relieve it. That’s normally why I kill. The urge gets unbearable, and I don’t know how I can go on without conceding to it.
The alarm on my watch rings, letting me know that my research time is over. I have an hour of free time. I don’t know what I want to do with it, which is frustrating in and of itself. It’s an entire block of my day that I don’t have planned out like I normally would.
I stand up and walk out of my office, lingering in the living room for a few moments as I try to come up with a plan. My mind bounces between Eli and Sage and Kevin and everyone else who came before them.
Footsteps on the deck catch my attention, and I look up to see Sage standing outside the hot tub, waving at me. I ignore her at first, taking a seat on the couch and turning on the TV. If I can’t focus on killing, I can at least focus on current events.
I try to watch the news. Bombings, terrorism, billionaires acting in their own self-interest, panic over mass recalls of car parts. Nothing new. Sage keeps her eyes on me as I try to avoid looking at her.
Eventually I give up and can’t take my eyes off her. She walks around casually, admiring the tree line as she leans against the railing.
Maybe I can push her off the balcony. It’s not a big fall, but it could possibly break her neck. If not, she could hit her head on a tree stump and die that way.
My eyes land on the curve of her ass, and that thought fades away like all the others. She turns around and smiles at me, waiting a moment before walking toward the door and opening it.
“Are you just going to watch, or are you going to come join me?” Sage asks, flashing me a coy smile.
I turn off the TV and stand up, following her outside. I don’t know what it is, but it feels like I’m in a dream when I’m around her. It’s like she has some kind of spell over me and I can’t control what I’m doing.
Sage is temptation. Something intangible that has somehow manifested into a living, breathing creature walking around and dictating what I do. How the hell am I ever supposed to resist this?
“I’m not wearing a bathing suit,” I say as I stand in front of the hot tub.
Sage shrugs and reaches behind her to untie the top of her bikini. Her tits are completely free, nipples hard against the cool breeze flowing around us. The bottoms are next to go, and she runs her hand along the curve of her ass while smiling at me.
“Neither am I.”
I slip out of my clothes and climb into the hot tub behind her, acutely aware of how naked we both are. Sage sits across from me, spreading her arms out over the back of the hot tub and letting me get a full view of her tits . . . before she starts rubbing them slowly.
I don’t like this. As I watch her, she has a control over me that I can’t explain. My body reacts to the slightest provocation of hers, and suddenly I’m putty in her hands. I can’t have that. She needs to know I’m the one in control.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I say. Sage raises an eyebrow as I stand up and walk toward her. My cock is already stiff, and she takes it in her hand to rub it without saying a word.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she says moments before her tongue is wrapping around me again.
Within moments, her lips envelop me, and she’s sucking my cock deep into her throat. She’s enjoying every second of this, and for some reason that irritates the fuck out of me. No matter what I say or do, she is impossible to control.
Her head bobs up and down on the length of my shaft as I run my fingers through the mess of pink hair she has piled in a bun above her head. I pull the clip off and toss it aside, letting her hair fall free as I grab a bunch of it in my hand.
She moans as I grip it tight, pulling it slightly as I push her head closer to my groin. Sage stares up at me, unable to smile, but if I had to guess, she would if she could.
I watch her, trying to ignore the thought of her enjoying what’s happening as I savor the unintentional sounds escaping her throat as she swallows my cock. My fingers lace through her hair as I hold her against me, feeling how I throb more and more as I get closer.
When I let go of her head, she immediately backs away, gasping for air as she stares at my still-hard cock. Her tongue is on it, tracing the shaft hungrily, like she can’t wait to taste every part of it. One of her fingers slides between her legs, and I watch as she inserts it inside herself.
“I never said you could touch yourself,” I say. She raises an eyebrow, stilling the motion of her arm before pulling her fingers away from her pussy.
That’s more like it. For once she’s doing what I want her to do. She’s listening to me, and I have some control in this situation.
“You’ll come when I tell you that you can,” I say, grabbing her head once again to bring it back to my cock.
She wraps her lips around it again and takes all of it in her mouth, moving her head up and down faster as my body reacts to her touch. It doesn’t take long before the pleasure overtakes me, and I have to steady myself against the back of the hot tub as I explode down her throat.
Sage swallows every drop of my cum, and when she’s done, she stares at me expectantly. I know she wants it to be her turn. I’m not going to give her that satisfaction.
“My free time is almost over.” I climb out of the hot tub and grab one of the towels to dry off before walking back to the house.
I feel good that I’ve regained some semblance of control, but when I look over my shoulder, Sage is smiling at me eagerly. I can’t fucking win with her.