Travis groans.
A primal wash of longing floods through me.
“Can I kiss you?” I whisper, shocked by my words but also not. Scarlett did this, she told me. Men will kill for you if you do that to them, she said, which at the time I thought was a crazy thing to say. They’ll fall in love with you, that’s how much they love it.
His eyes are hot and lust-drowsed. “You can do any damn thing you want, sweetheart.”
I slide both my palms gently along his slick, solid length. I finger the ridge of the crown and the small slit. I swirl the bead of moisture that’s leaking there, and touch my finger to my tongue.
Travis is watching me. “Jesus, baby. You get me so damn hot.”
I can see that what I’m doing to him is almost painfully pleasurable for him. I squeeze him gently, tightening my grip.
I hardly recognize myself. I’m thirsty. For him.
So I do it. I lean forward and touch my tongue to the slippery tip of his cock, licking him lightly.
His head falls back and he growls some filthy words. So I lick him again. I put my lips around the broad end and take him deeper, sucking on him carefully.
“Ruby,” he’s moaning. “Ruby.” Over and over. He’s praying.
I suck harder.
And then it happens. His cock starts to jerk. Scarlett described this part. It shocked the hell out of me when she first told me but now I’m glad she did. So I’m at least partly prepared when milky liquid jets into my mouth in hot bursts. I drink some but there’s too much. It spills down my chin and my hands, dripping onto my breasts.
It’s the most decadent thing in the world. Me, naked, covered in his seed, drinking it, holding him as it pulses out of him. A sticky bond. An intimacy from which we’ll never recover.
He pulls me up to him and I’m lying on top of him. He wipes my mouth gently with his thumb. His eyes are lust-drowsed and awestruck. “My Tennessee angel,” he whispers.
“You taste like heaven when you come,” I whisper. It’s true. He’s the most religious thing that’s ever happened to me.
Holy fuck.
She’s covered in my cum. It’s dripping down her chin and onto those unbelievably perfect breasts. Her lips are pink and wet. She’s lying on top of me and I want everything about this girl so badly already I’ll chase after her if she walks away from me. That’s all there is to it and I don’t even want to think about how far it goes or what this even means.
It’s a brutal, dug-in kind of a lust, like a madness.
I’ve never experienced anything like Ruby Hayes in my goddamn life. And I’m pretty sure … she doesn’t even know who I am.
I’m already hard again. All I can do is sort of gaze up at her like an idiot. She’s got this insane, copper-tinted blond hair that’s soft as silk, like a mermaid’s might be. She’s got that aura, of otherworldliness. There’s not a goddamn thing that’s even remotely ordinary about her.
The curves of her body are lusciously youthful and feminine. She’s a unicorn of an experience. Once you see her and feel her and get close to her, you’ll never recover.
What makes it even worse is that she’s as pure as the goddamn driven snow. I can tell by the way she moves. She comes across as both innocent and horny as fuck.
I’m so fucked.
Words don’t even.
When she stripped down to her bikini I almost started coming just looking at her. Riding a weird sure thing, where you can barely hold on to it and you’re existing in this state of pure, white-hot anticipation.
She tastes like a sweet, warm, exotic fruit.
She’s lying on top of me. I just came in her mouth but my cock has realized its purpose and here it is. Downtime is not an option, apparently.
I know she’s a virgin. She’s innocent and naïve but her inexperience is overridden almost completely by a lust-edge sense of adventure. My girl’s got a twinkle in her eye. She was always going to get her halo dirty, first chance she got. It’s as though she just discovered the beauty of her own body and loves it.
I love it too.
I love it.
I don’t want her to climb off of me. I’m holding her round, firm ass in my hands as she kisses me. My fingers play, touching her warm, slick folds. She’s not shaved or waxed or whatever but has a fine, blond fur that’s without a doubt the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen and makes me feel like I’ve morphed into a fucking caveman. She’s writhing softly on top of me and the lips of her pussy press against the base of my cock. I’m so close. I could so easily position her, slide my hot cock right on into that juicy nirvana.
She’d let me. She wouldn’t stop me. I know this, but I don’t do it. Not yet. It’s not just that I don’t have a condom with me. There’s more to it than that. I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want to rush it and scare her off by doing anything she might regret.
Not that she seems like she’s regretting much of anything right about now. That squirming little body is burning up. She’s doing this soft, rhythmic grind against my cock. She’s breathing in quiet huffs. She might be about to come. Again.
She is about to come.
She’s looking into my eyes now. Those clear, amber-gold eyes have this tender, transfixed glow, like she loves me or something. I know that look. What’s different about this look is that I feel it. I want her to look at me like that. I want to drink in her adoration, and earn more of it. Her sun-pink hair frames her face. Silken ropes of it feather along my skin.
I’m so fucked.
“Travis,” she whispers.
So I give her what she wants. I’m almost surprised by what comes out of my mouth. “That’s it, darlin’. I’m going to hold onto you and make you come again, just like you like it, sweet baby. You’re so sweet. I’ll take such good care of you. Kiss me, Ruby. Give me your mouth.”
She does but she’s speechless by now. I glide my fingers across her clit, and I gently press into her pussy and her ass. She’s so tight but so damn wet. I go deeper than I did before. I pull her closer, rubbing her clit with my cock, gliding against the little nub as I suck on her tongue.
She’s coming.
She’s whimpering into my mouth. Her body’s writhing softly against me.
I can feel the luscious tightening of her pussy pulsing around my fingers … and against my cock, which is pressed against her.
Oh, fuck. I’m coming.
I’m coming.
Holy hell, she feels so damn good. Hot surges of my cum wet her stomach, and mine, creating a slick stickiness between us, like glue. I wish it was glue. I wish I could keep her here, all to myself. I want to fuck her and kiss her whenever I want.
My hands are on her ass. Her hips. I cradle her head against my neck. My fingers trace along the lines of her body. I carefully brush a strand of her hair back from her face.
And I just hold her like that for a while.
It feels so good, just us, here, in the sun. Tripping on our own kind of drug. Riding the high of our own rush and letting it calm, her body fitting perfectly against mine.
After a while, I murmur. “Ruby? You okay?’
“Yeah,” she breathes quietly. “Don’t move yet. I just want to stay here.”
After a minute, she lifts her head, looking at me. She’s sort of drowsed-looking, drunk with the after-effects of her pleasure.