“Do you want to touch me?” I ask.
He sneaks a light caress against my leg before pulling his hand back, almost like he couldn’t stop himself any longer and it’s sexier than I imagined. “Fuck yes.”
I grab his hand and place it on my belly before slowly lowering it toward my pussy as his breathing grows rough behind me. “I’ll let you touch one thing only and when I say stop, you have to stop.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Rowan,” he whispers, his voice full of grit, and it sends a shiver up my spine but I don’t stop. I open my legs and slide his hand in between them.
“Jesus fucking Christ, they’re crotchless?” he hisses in my ear as his fingers find my clit and massage the little bundle of nerves. He sinks his teeth into my neck and I jerk against him, goose bumps covering my entire body as I reach behind me and grip his hair.
He growls, “Come here.”
Before I even have a chance to stop him, he pushes me out of his lap and spins me around before pulling me back to him as he stands. His lips slam against mine, his kiss fierce, as he pulls my hair and I cry out. He swallows up the sound as he walks us backward toward the bed. Just before we reach the mattress, he lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses my back against the wall. Moaning into his kiss, I roll my hips against him, rubbing up the length of his cock and when the head hits my clit, my eyes roll back in my head. He rips his lips from mine before wrapping his hand around my throat, his eyes blazing. My heart jumps into my throat and my pussy clenches at the feeling of his fingers around my neck.
“You like that, Princess?”
My eyes almost roll back in my head as I nod. “Yes.”
“Fuck,” he growls, releasing his hand and pulling me away from the wall before tossing me on the mattress like I weigh nothing at all. He looks predatory as he stares down at me and I swear I can see all the things he wants to do to me playing out in his gaze. God, I want that, too. I need him on top of me, inside me, all around me but he just watches me, amplifying my desperation for him, before he bends down and scoops something up off of the floor. I drag my gaze away from his face and my eyes widen when I see the belt in his hand. My belly flips and my pussy clenches again as warmth floods my body.
What in the hell is he going to do with that?
And why does it excite me so damn much?
I don’t get long to think of possibilities as he moves on top of me and throws one of my legs over his shoulder before dragging my hands above my head and wrapping the belt around my wrists, tightening it. With the belt still in his hand, he slams his fist into the mattress, keeping me secure and completely at his mercy. My clit throbs for relief and I swear to God, I’m fucking dripping but he’s barely done anything to me yet.
He meets my gaze again and holds it as he drops a hand between my thighs and slips two fingers inside me. Gasping, I arch off the bed and he presses his lips against mine to silence me. My entire body trembles beneath him, pleading for the release that is just below the surface and as he takes his time building me up with slow strokes of his fingers, my body screams for more. I writhe underneath him, begging with everything but my words to give me what I need. He doesn’t and each time I try to urge him to go faster by rocking my hips up into his hand, he pulls away, kissing my body instead to draw out the torture before slipping back between my thighs. Sweat rolls down the side of my face and my legs are shaking but he won’t let me come and just when I think I’m about to lose my mind, his hand disappears and the head of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Yes,” I say, something between a hiss and a plea, and he pulls back to look in my eyes. I nod, desperate for him to move. To emphasize my point, I lift my hips off the bed, rubbing against him and he groans, his eyes closing. “Please. I need you, Travis.”
His eyes spring open and I watch as the final thread of his restraint snaps. He surges forward, filling me completely and I turn my head into my arm to mask my scream as he releases a low groan that makes me shudder around him.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he hisses as he pulls back and thrusts forward again, dragging another moan out of me. I know I need to be quiet but I really can’t help it. Not when he’s doing this to me. Not when it feels this damn good. Grinning, he leans in closer and clamps his hand over my mouth as he increases his pace, fucking me so hard that I am pretty sure the earth moves beneath us. “What have I told you about being quiet, Princess?”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice muffled by his hand and he pulls it away. “Please, Travis. I need to come…. I’ll do anything.”
He releases the belt holding my hands and I quickly wiggle out of it before he hands me a pillow and winks. “Scream into this.”
That’s all the warning I get before he pins my legs back against the mattress and begins fucking me with such ferocity that I lose all track of time. The only things that matter are him and the way he is wringing every drop of pleasure from my body. I cling to the pillow and scream his name into it more times than I can count, my body building to impossible heights before I explode, crying out as my release tears through my body and my legs shake but even that doesn’t slow him down. He continues driving into me again and again as he groans and his heavy breaths fill the room. He pulls the pillow from my face and leans down to kiss me, releasing my legs as his lips meet mine. I wrap them around his hips and throw my arms over his shoulders as I feel myself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“Travis,” I breathe against his kiss. “I’m going to come again.”
“Do it,” he demands as he reaches between us and flicks his thumb over my clit before circling it. It’s all the encouragement I need. My back arches off the bed as my pussy clenches around him with my second release, this one stronger than the first and he grits his teeth. His muscles tense and he thrusts into me one last time, releasing a long, drawn out groan before dropping his head to my chest and blowing out a breath. “Holy shit.”
I nod because I honestly don’t think I have the strength to do anything else right now and he rolls to my side, lying on his back as he pulls me to his chest and rests his hand on my back. It feels so damn comfortable and easy to be here with him and we just lie in the silence for a while, catching our breath as he drags his fingers across my skin.
“So, I have a question about this whole stripper thing,” he says after a while and I pull back to look at him, arching a brow. I knew this was coming.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
He pulls away just enough to roll to his side so he can face me and I do the same. “Can you actually dance on a pole? Like all those crazy moves and stuff?”
“Yeah,” I answer with a laugh. “I started taking lessons just so I didn’t look like an idiot on stage but then I started to really like it so I kept doing it.”
He makes a face. “Hmm…”
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m just thinking about how I could sneak a stripper pole into my room ‘cause that is something I definitely want to see.”
“Not going to happen,” I say, laughing as I settle back into his arms and he lets out a little huff of annoyance as he pulls me closer.
“Why not? I want to see all your tricks.”