“How many times can you make yourself come?” I ask against her lips, but she doesn’t respond. “I want to know your magic number. Tell me.”
“I don’t know…three, maybe?”
I smirk against her lips, pulling her lower lip between my teeth. “I can do three in my sleep, princess. I hope you’re ready.”
She has no idea just what she’s asked for.
Chapter 17
Viola
Travis’s muscular arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me up on the kitchen counter. My entire body is on fire, burning for relief. The way he kisses me overpowers my entire mind, and I can no longer fight the desire to need him.
“You need it, sweetheart. Don’t you?” he asks against my mouth. He’s never called me that before, which means it must only be reserved for his whores. I don’t have it in me to care, though. I’ll take any part of him he’s willing to give me.
I tighten my legs around his waist and press him closer. His lips curl up, and I can tell he’s smiling.
“That’s what I thought.”
He steps back slightly, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of my skirt and begins pulling it down with my panties. “Let’s break your record. You okay with that?” He kneels between my legs and smirks up at me. “Hang on, princess.” I smile at his words.
He spreads my legs wider and licks his lips. I feel his hot breath on me, his tongue sliding up my slit and circling my clit. It feels oddly intimate, but I don’t let the thought linger for long. The pleasure is instant, and my body knows he’s the one in control.
My throat hums at the sensation. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and pulls my ass to the edge of the counter. I lean back and lay my palms flat, but he’s sucking so hard, I can hardly keep myself up.
“Ohmygod,” I cry out, my head falling back. My toes curl as his tongue circles my clit over and over, making my eyes roll to the back of my head and losing all control. “Holy shit.” I’ve never come that fast before. My body’s been on fire since that first time in the mudroom. I knew it wasn’t going to take much, but that was intense.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice is raspy as his eyes meet mine, slowing his rhythm. “Count,” he orders. He brings a finger up and begins teasing me as he watches my reaction.
“What?” I ask, almost inaudibly. My eyes flutter closed as he curls a finger deep inside.
“Count with me, Viola.”
Is he serious right now?
“Do it,” he demands, his voice firmer now. He speeds the rhythm of his finger and fucks me hard with it. “Count how many times you come.”
My head falls back, riding each wave and biting my lip.
“Viola,” he growls, grabbing my attention back to his mouth.
“Why?” I ask, arching my hips and meeting his pressure.
“You play by my rules, remember?” He slows his pace, threatening to stop completely. “Now count.”
“You’re such a prick,” I spit out, trying to control my breathing. Why does he get off on humiliating me?
He grins unapologetically. “I warned you, princess.”
I sigh. I can’t fight it any longer. “One.”
He smiles and grabs under my thighs, pinning me down with his mouth. His tongue fucks me and takes complete control. My breathing is ragged as he twists his finger back inside me, thrusting in and out, in and out, until I can’t breathe at all and my body shakes as I release against his tongue.
“Two,” I say on a shaky breath.
“Good girl,” he praises, running his tongue along his lower lip, a pleased smirk forming over his face. “Whatever you do, don’t move.”
“What?” I can’t breathe.
I feel his finger playing with my clit, rubbing slow circles. He brings up his other hand and slowly rubs another finger down my slit at the same time, barely giving me time to recover from the last orgasm he gave me. I’m honestly not sure how much more I can take. I want him inside me.
“Patience, princess.” He makes eye contact with me briefly. “Remember, don’t move.”
Before I can ask why, I feel his finger move lower until he’s circling my tight hole. I gasp the moment I feel his finger push inside. What the hell is he doing to me?
“Travis,” I moan on a whimper. My body feels tense, unfamiliar with the sensation. As he pushes his finger deeper, his other finger continues to circle my clit at the same time. “I can’t…holyshit.”
My legs spread wider, giving him the approval to continue.
“Goddamn, you taste amazing.”
He thrusts his finger in and out, speeding up his pace as he rubs my clit. My hips are uncontrollable as another wave of pleasure rolls through me. He brings his mouth down, licking up my release. His fingers don’t stop, even when my legs give out. He wraps them around his shoulders, holding me up.
“Viola…” he growls, and I know exactly what he’s after.
“Three!” I gasp.
His fingers work magic, and he doesn’t let up until I’ve counted to five. My body is completely spent, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my voice entirely.
He stands up between my legs, wiping his mouth and chin. He cracks his jaw with a sly smile. God, I hate that smile. No, I don’t. I fucking love it, but dammit, I hate that I do.
By now, the alcohol has worked out of my system. I should come to my senses and stop him, but I’m too far gone into his spell now.
“So, how’d that compare?” He leans in and asks. I want to smack that smug smirk right off his face.
“To what?” My breathing is still staggering.
He cocks his head. “Compare to how it feels when you do it yourself.” He can’t be serious right now…
His arrogance pisses me off. I’m not one of those girls who’ll feed his ego just to keep him around.
I shrug, knowing it’ll piss him off. “It was mediocre.”
“Mediocre?” He cocks a brow.
“At best,” I continue, pushing myself farther back onto the counter.
“You’re lying.”
“You’re full of yourself.” I keep my eyes locked on his, challenging him.
“Less than a minute ago, you were full of my tongue.”
I scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not like you’re the only guy who knows how to watch porn and learn new tricks.”
He throws his head back, and in true Travis fashion, he laughs in my face. He brushes his fingers over the stubble of his jaw and lowers his face to mine.
“Your cunt is barely broken in, princess. I had you coming so hard, you nearly passed out,” he states matter-of-factly, his voice raspy and controlled. “Admit it.”
“No.” I stay firm, trying to clench my legs together. Having his cock press up against my bare thigh is driving me insane, and I need relief.
“Then why are your legs shaking right now?” He arches a brow.
My mouth clamps shut, because I don’t really have an answer for him.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Do you get off on girls telling you you’re a god? Because if that’s what you need, it’s not happening.”