He nods, releasing a heavy breath. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”
“I suppose the healthy, mature thing for us to do would be to talk about it to someone who might understand what we’re going through,” I reply, studying his face and I swear, the air between us crackles. He flashes me a lopsided grin as he braces his hands on the shelves next to my hips and nods.
“You’re probably right… but what if I don’t feel like being mature and healthy tonight?”
My breath catches in my throat and he leans in closer, almost like he is being drawn to me, like he has no control over this either and my heart hammers relentlessly as my skin aches to feel his hands on me. I’ve never been this attracted to someone in my life and I am so desperate to feel good. Setting the bottle down on the bookshelf behind me, I lean back on one of the shelves, placing my hands right next to his so they barely brush as I arch my back and meet his gaze. His eyes are darker and full of all sorts of dirty thoughts, commanding me with just a look to give him the green light. I’m more than happy to comply.
“Then you should probably lock the door.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls, one hand diving into my hair as he closes the distance between us and slams his lips to mine, his kiss so intense and demanding that I see stars. He reaches out with his other hand and shuts the door before locking it and slamming me up against the bookcase. I moan when he grinds his hips against mine, every inch of my skin on fire as he slips one hand up behind my back and starts kissing down my neck. My nipples press against the fabric of my bra, aching for some attention as I drop my head back and gasp for air. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls back and a whimper of frustration slips past my lips.
His eyes meet mine, wild and needy, and his breathing matches mine as he shakes his head. “I need to say something.”
“I don’t want to talk.” I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him back to me and he comes willingly, groaning as we connect again. His tongue flicks my bottom lip and tangles with mine as he grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me against him.
“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling away again. “I have to say this before we go any further.”
I roll my eyes, trying to get closer to him. “Then fucking say it.”
“I just need you to know,” he replies, moving closer to me like he can’t stop himself before leaning in to kiss my neck again. A shudder racks my body and I close my eyes, ready to lose myself in him but he pulls away again. “This is only sex.”
“Yeah, okay.” I nod, urging him to kiss me again. Honestly, that’s perfectly fine with me and I don’t know why he felt the need to say anything in the first place.
“No, listen. We can have fun together but you need to know that this is never going to go anywhere. I’m never going to fall in love with you.”
My entire body stills as my thoughts screech to a halt. I look up at him and narrow my eyes. “I see… and you felt the need to tell me this why?”
He tries to say something but I hold my hand up to stop him.
“Is it because you were going to fuck me with your “magic cock” and I would suddenly lose every single brain cell I ever had? Or did you assume that just because I have tits and a vag that sex equals love for me?”
When he tries to speak again, I place my hand over his mouth and shake my head. The more I think about all the assumptions he just made about me and whatever this thing is between us, the more fired up I get.
“You know what? Forget it. All I wanted was to forget my shit for a while and do something that felt good but if that’s too much for you to handle, you can fuck right off.” I try to free myself from his grasp but he refuses to release me and when I glance up at him, the look in his eyes makes me feel fucking needy all over again. Not that I’ll give into it. Squaring my shoulders, I send a glare in his direction and try to wiggle out of his grasp again. “Let me go.”
His answering growl hits me right in the stomach and my pussy clenches at the almost feral look on his face as he cups my cheek and forces me to turn toward him again. We lock eyes and he holds my gaze for a second before we crash together again and this time there is no stopping us. His hands are everywhere as he leaves a trail of teeth marks down my neck and when I moan, he slaps his hand over my mouth.
“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he admonishes with a smile that is full of promise and my heart jumps into my throat. Writhing against him, I whimper. My body is swamped with a need more intense than I’ve ever felt before and I don’t know how much longer I can wait. He moves his hand from my mouth, replacing it with his lips as he drags my shirt up my belly and only pulls away long enough to rip it over my head. As he starts dragging his tongue down the side of my neck, I suck in a breath and reach for his belt, my hands shaking and my chest feeling like it might explode. He kisses back up to my lips and grabs a fistful of hair before pulling back to look in my eyes. “In a few minutes, you’re going to feel the urge to scream my name… don’t call me Streak.”
I nod, frantically. He could ask for just about anything right now and I would probably agree. “What should I call you then?”
“Travis,” he answers, smirking as he pops the button of my jeans and slips his hand down the front. His fingers brush over my clit and I gasp, gripping his t-shirt as my head falls back and my hips roll forward. My belly clenches as he starts flicking his fingers back and forth over the sensitive bud. The satisfied expression on his face tells me that he is just teasing me, taking his time to build me up but I don’t know how much more I can take. My body is strung tight, every inch of my skin screaming for attention as my belly clenches.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, my eyes rolling back in my head as he moves lower and slips two fingers inside me, massaging my inner walls with precision. The boy knows what he’s doing and I swear, I couldn’t be more thankful of that fact than I am in this very moment. Leaning in, he sinks his teeth into my neck before softly kissing the same spot. He adds his thumb into the mix, circling my clit as he crooks his fingers and hits the perfect spot. My entire body tenses and I cry out as my release rolls through me, prompting him to seal his lips to mine. The fist in my hair tightens and he gives it a tug, adding another element to the already stellar orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure roll through me, my pussy gripping his fingers tightly, and I wonder if it’s ever going to end.
Jesus Christ.
Is this what it feels like when you die? Because I’m pretty sure that is what is happening to me. I’ve never felt anything like it but at the same time, I still want more. What kind of fucking sorcery is this and where in the hell did this boy come from?
Travis pulls back to study my face before laughing. “You want more?”
“Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you,” I tell him after I catch my breath, unzipping his jeans and dropping to my knees in front of him. The hand in my hair is gentler as he watches me pull his jeans down and wrap my fingers around his thick cock. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head at the simple touch and I smile, feeling powerful. I run the tip of my tongue up the underside of his length from the base to the tip and when I see the look of bliss on his face, I vow to myself that we will be doing this again. Frequently, if I get my way. Besides, after the month I’ve had, I deserve all the fun and mind-blowing orgasms I can get.