Fifteen
Lee
He carries me into my bedroom, and I’m entirely shell-shocked, or I’ve gone insane. It’s definitely one of those. I just let a man—I’m not entirely sure of—finger-bang me in the back of a cab while the driver clearly watched. Travis doesn’t stop until we’re in the bedroom and then he lets me slide down until my feet are on the floor. I take a step back, but he moves forward, not giving me space.
“You have no idea how much I need you. I’ll be damned if I let you replace me, Lee. There’s something between us, and we will explore it all night, probably well into the morning, and then some. You might as well get used to the idea,” he says, looking at me. The hunger in his eyes is a living, breathing thing.
There’s so much I should say, but I don’t. Instead, I can only nod yes in response as he pulls me into him, kissing and nipping along my lips to my neck.
He grasps at my dress, pulling it off in one swift movement and then groaning out loud as he takes in my see-through bra and panties. I’m wearing the set I bought at Tawny’s, hoping he’d like them. When I thought all was lost, I wore them anyway. Now, I’m glad I did because it’s clear he does.
He grabs my hips and leads me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, making me sit down. My heart races, as I anticipate his next move. My nipples are already taut from what we shared in the taxi, but with the cool air they pebble even more— almost to the point of pain.
I watch him, my hands, tangling in the sheets, gripping them tightly, as he steps back to pull off his shirt. I gasp as he reveals his rippling muscles and his rock hard six pack. Travis’s body is clearly a work of art—a masterpiece even. My mouth waters. I instantly want to lick each and every inch of him. He smirks in confidence—knowing what he’s doing to me. Then, I watch as he unbuttons his pants. My eyes drop down his body until I see this thin patch of hair—a definite happy trail—and desperately want to follow it with my mouth and hands. All the heat between us has been building toward this moment, and yet, I’m still caught off guard. I can hardly believe that a man this ruggedly sexy wants me.
He pulls his jeans open, kicking off his shoes and out of the jeans to show his tented boxers, hugging his hips. His impressive bulge is enough to make me swallow nervously as I fill with trepidation. There’s a definite chance that he might not fit.
He prowls forward until he’s standing between my legs, leaving my mouth watering in anticipation. I’m stuck staring directly at the way his cock is pressing against his briefs. There’s a darker spot along the outline where his broad head jerks with movement. The idea that his cock is leaking from his hunger for me, robs me of speech. I lick my lips, wishing it was him I was licking. Without thought, I somehow find the confidence to lean forward and press my lips to the soft skin just under his belly button, giving him a gentle kiss. Travis’s hands dive into my hair, while I dig my fingernails bite into his hips.
I run my fingertips along the edge of his waistband, teasing him.
“Do it, Lee,” he growls.
His deep, hoarse voice is full of hunger, and I feel it vibrate between my legs, as my excitement slides against the inside of my thighs. I slide my fingers along the waistband of his brief. And pull them down. He helps me slide them down his legs and kicks them off. I look up and his cock has sprung out, waving out toward me. His size is definitely intimidating—but it also makes me ache. I want him.
God, do I want him.
Leaning forward, I flick my tongue out, licking his broad head, tasting his pre-cum. He gasps in surprise. I look up at him and grin. He’s biting down on his lower lip, his eyes filled with need. It gives me the courage to keep going, I grab the thick base of his cock, barely able to wrap my hand around him. My gaze finds him again, wanting to watch him as I suck him into my mouth. The taste of him explodes in my mouth and I find myself humming in pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah,” Travis groans, his fingers sliding into my hair as if he’s giving me praise. Our eyes meet as I take more of him in my mouth. He’s so broad that he stretches my mouth, filling me completely with him—and I love it. I pull back and suck him down again, running my tongue along the hard ridges and lines of his cock. He teaches me the way he wants me to move and the speed he wants. Stroking my hair and my neck, enticing me to take him all the way to the back of my throat.