She contemplates me, but there’s nothing: none of that grasping I-want-what-you-have neediness that colors it. “Wow,” she says. “Maybe we’ll see each other sometimes.”
We’re going to do more than see each other sometimes, I want to say.
I’m tempted to do it right now. To tell her she can stay with me, at my apartment in the city, and we’ll take it from there. But that might overwhelm her. Sure, we’re naked, we’ve gotten each other off a couple times and we’re working up to what promises to be one hell of a fuck, but it’s probably too soon to be asking her to move in with me. Even so, I almost do it.
“Travis?” She’s turned hesitant again and I can’t have that. I want her laughing, and playful. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can. Anything you want.” I scoop her up and she squeals a small laugh that makes me harder even than I was before. She’s so small compared to me. I could dominate her so easily, physically. Problem is, she’s already got me wrapped around her little finger. I’ll do any fucking thing this girl asks me to. It almost shocks me how invested I am in whatever’s happening here, already.
I carry her over to the bed and set her down. I lay down next to her. My hard-on is jutting out like an elephant in the room but the fact is we’ve been naked together practically more than we’ve been clothed together. We can handle it.
“Will you … ? I mean, I don’t want to go to Nashville like this.”
“Like what?”
“Totally in the dark. About everything.”
“I bought you a present,” I tell her.
“You did?”
“Yeah. Do you want it now?”
She blinks at me curiously and the soft sweep of her eyelashes slays me even harder as I resolve to buy this girl everything in the world just so she’ll keep looking at me like she is right now. “Okay.”
I jump up and go into the bathroom. I grab the gift I got her. I walk back into the bedroom and hand it to her as I lay back on the bed, folding one arm behind my head as I watch her.
“You bought me a phone?”
“Yeah. I want to be able to keep in touch with you. So I can make sure you’re working on your music when I’m not here.”
She turns the iPhone over in her hands, like she has no idea what to do with it.
“I had it loaded with some of the apps you’ll need to start recording and uploading your songs.”
“Travis,” she breathes, like I’ve just given her the keys to the universe and answered all her prayers in one fell swoop. Which maybe I just have. “How do you turn it on?”
This makes me smile. My naïve little farm girl is very naïve indeed. In some ways I wish I could keep her here, just like this, and shield her from all the things she’s about to discover. I can already tell that would be like trying to cage an exotic bird. What I’m going to have to do is to figure out how to keep her as she flies. By getting her to fall in love with me.
I take the phone from her and show her how to swipe up and unlock it. Her eyes light up when the home screen appears. “I’m going to give you a lesson about how to do everything you want to do with this thing,” I tell her, taking the phone out of her hand and setting it on the bedside table. “Later.”
“Thank you, Travis.”
“You’re welcome, Ruby.”
“I want to kiss you,” she whispers. Then she inches closer to me, leaning lightly against me with her thigh touching me and her breasts like two scoops of pale perfection.
“Then do it,” I say, challenging her with my eyes. She’s shy. She’s inexperienced. And she’s horny as fuck. It’s an absolutely lethal combination.
Very gently, she touches her lips to mine. I let her do what she wants, kissing my mouth in tiny little hesitant nips.
“Give me your mouth.” My voice is low and husky.
She does and I weave my fingers through her hair, keeping her in place, kissing her harder. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, which she strokes gently with her own. As she does this, my cock surges against her stomach, gushing pre-cum. Fuck, this girl gets me hot. I’m about to come again, already.
“Can I touch you?” she whispers.
“If you don’t, I’ll go insane.”
She smiles and runs a single finger over the slit of my cock, swirling my pre-cum over the crown. “Does that feel good?”
Jesus Christ. “Yeah, darlin’. It sure does.”
She’s still swirling her fingers over my cock but she’s looking at me sort of soulfully. “I feel safe with you. I don’t want you to think of it as anything more, though, okay, Travis? I’m not expecting anything from you. We don’t have to get all serious or anything. We can just have some fun and you can teach me.”
Everything about this girl is new to me. She wants me to fuck her, divest her of her virginity, then watch her walk away. A hot virgin on the pill with no strings attached. Anyone would think it was heaven on earth but there’s more than a little cloister of uneasiness to the offer. I don’t want to just sleep with her then let her go. My caveman is getting all fucking possessive.
“Have you done this … many times before?” It’s curiosity in her tone, not jealousy, and here’s a first: I wish it was.
What to say? “Uh … yeah, a few times.” I don’t bother telling her I’ve never done it without a condom. I’ve never trusted anyone enough for that kind of intimacy. Now, the thought of sliding into her with no barrier between us makes me feel like taking her right now. “But never, ever with someone as beautiful as you.” I wish I hadn’t said that. It sounds cheesy as fuck.
The thing is, I actually mean it. I mean it so much I wish I could make her understand how much.
“Who knows what will happen down the road … but I was wondering …” She hesitates, and I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
I kiss her lips. “Ask me. Anything you want.”
“You don’t have … anyone else? Like, a girlfriend? I guess I probably should’ve asked you that … before we went swimming.”
“No. There’s no one else. Of course not. I wouldn’t be here if there was.” I’m no choir boy but I’m also straight up about what’s what. I don’t cheat, not that I have anyone to cheat on. I’ve never been interested in anything long-term. I’ve been totally focused on my music. I never wanted to get distracted.
Until right now.
And as I’m saying the words, I find I mean them. “I’m yours, angel. Only yours. And you’re mine. You’re all I can think about, since that very first time I saw you.”
Her cool fist is gripping me softly. She’s rising onto her knees like she’s going to ease herself onto my lap. I can see her pink, wet pussy as she moves. And if I don’t take control of this situation immediately I’m going to lose my cool.
God help me.
What I need to do is to make her so happy and give her so much pleasure, she won’t even think of going to Nashville without me. I’m going to make such hot, sweet love to her, she’ll never want to let me go.
Travis lays me back onto the bed. He’s outrageously strong and it’s fascinating to me, again, the differences between us. The strength and shape and size of his body. His bronzed, hair-dusted hardness against my pale softness. The brimming need in him that he’s holding back, but barely.