Peeking back over my shoulder I catch him staring at me, his long fingers squeezing the hard outline of his cock through his jeans and I meet his eyes with a smile as he hurriedly shoves his hands into his pockets.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower then hop in bed.
Are you sleeping in here with me?” I widen my eyes in question and slowly blink at him innocently as I push my leggings down my legs until I’m standing there in just a pair of pale yellow cotton boyshorts. I don’t have much experience with flirting, but so far what I’m doing seems to be working. Travis just stares at me looking poleaxed. It makes me feel sexy and desirable and I like it.
He shakes his head slowly. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.” he mumbles taking a step toward me.
“Oh… okay then. I’m gonna take that shower now.” I step into the bathroom and quietly close the door without another word. That will give him a little something to think about tonight. If I’m going to be awake and unsatisfied all night it serves him right if he is too.
Chapter Seventeen
Travis
She’s seriously killing me. I’m going to die if she doesn’t stop teasing me. Here I thought I was dealing with a sweet, innocent young woman. In reality I’m dealing with a flirtatious, cock teasing little minx and I’m at my wits end.
After leaving me standing in my bedroom, struck dumb and caught with my dick literally in my hand, I had to listen for when the water came on and think about her there, in my shower. Naked. Soaping her naked body. Her naked tits. So I did what any level headed guy would do in that situation. I high tailed it to my office where I sat surrounded by pictures of her that I couldn’t bring myself to look at because she was so young in them, and stroked my cock until I came so hard I couldn’t see straight. Then just thinking about the bare expanse of her back and slim legs, interrupted only by those tiny yellow boyshort panties, I did it all over again before pulling a blanket and pillow from the hall closet and falling into a fitful sleep.
I woke up hard and throbbing the following morning and the two mornings since, not to mention going to sleep after the same painful routine as the night she left me standing in the bedroom. I’ve never jacked off so much in my life.
All day long she goes everywhere with me, looking beautiful as fuck. Radiating sunshine and happiness on everyone she meets. She and Becca became instant friends and Faye immediately found ways to help out around the office while I worked and made plans for going to Vegas. We’re leaving first thing in the morning.
When we checked on Ana she seemed happy with that plan and had already packed up almost all of her belongings. Her apartment came furnished, so there really wasn’t that much that needed to be done. Both of the girls are excited for the road trip. Me not so much. If I don’t have Faye soon… I’m going to lose my ever loving mind.
Even now, sitting at my desk at work I can’t concentrate on anything but the sweet sound of her voice from the lobby. She is helping Becca work on filing and whatever else it is that Becca has decided needs done today. Every time I hear the bubbly sound of her laughter my dick twitches and my heart melts at the same time. I love hearing her happy, but still the only thing I can think about when I hear it is how that lilting voice is going to sound when I have her bouncing on my cock and screaming my name. I’m a fucking degenerate and I know it.
“What’s up boss?” Faye’s voice breaks through my lustful daydreams and I realize that I’ve been sitting here with my hand on my dick… again. Her playful tone clues me in that she is completely aware of where my hand is and I look up guiltily.
“Nothing.” I growl. I can’t help it. I’m grumpy. “What’s up with you?” I ask, trying to soften my tone. It’s not entirely her fault. I’m the one that drew that line without really discussing it with her.
Twirling a lock of hair around her finger she sashays across the room until she is standing right beside me. She is wearing tattered cut offs and another one of my t’shirts. She has this one knotted at her side so a small strip of her skin is revealed when she moves. Her bare feet are laced into her battered Chuck Taylors. I think they are the only shoes she owns. I’m going to have to do something about that. Like send her shopping with Becca. I don’t think I could survive several hours of watching her try on clothes. Not without taking her into a dressing room and fucking a couple orgasms out her her against a wall.
NO. No. No. Not going there.
“It’s time for lunch, Travis,” she grins mischievously before sitting down on the arm of my office chair and scooting back until her tight little ass is on my lap. I know she can feel how hard I am for her and getting harder by the second. She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck before pursing her pretty pink lips and smacking a loud kiss to my cheek.
“Aren’t you hungry?” she murmurs softly.
And this is why I’m slowly going insane. She just won’t stop teasing me. All day long it’s soft hands brushing against me. The most mundane conversations said with hidden meaning behind every word. She is pushing for what she wants without actually pushing. Who would have thought she would be like this? Not me, that’s for sure. But just when I’m starting to wonder if she is as innocent as I thought I capture her honey colored gaze with mine. Her cheeks flush a bright pink and she bites her lip shyly and I can’t help my smile. She is definitely innocent. Her purity shines in her expressive eyes, tempting me.
“I am hungry.” I grumble back, pressing my face into the sweet curve where her shoulder meets her neck and gently biting her there. She shudders against me with a small moan.
“What are you in the mood for?” She whispers against my ear. Her sweet breath tickling, causing a small shiver to race down my spine.
A dark chuckle escapes my lips. I know exactly what I’d like to eat, and every delectable morsel is tucked in my lap. I refuse to give in to the temptation that she poses. She is adorable and delicious, but I can control myself… at least for a while longer.
“A burger and fries.” I groan against her skin holding her tight against me as I rise from my seat. Her legs slide down me as I slowly lower her to her feet, savoring the feel of her soft body against mine. It won’t be much longer until I make her mine, but it won’t be tonight.
Faye
We have hardly been at Travis’ house at all. Already we have fallen into a busy pattern. He wakes me up early and while I stumble into the shower he fixes me breakfast with lots of coffee. Thank goodness for coffee! Already I can tell that I’m gaining some weight. I know that is his goal. After breakfast it’s off to his office where Becca has been teaching me how to do everything she does. I had no idea how much is involved in managing an office and I have so much respect for how easy she makes everything look.
After work we go to the gym that K&S has in the big garage next to the office. Yeah, that’s fun. Not really... Well, watching Travis work out is fun for me. Watching his big hard body in nothing but shorts, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, is the stuff of dreams. I could do without exercising myself though. I’ve never been one to do anything other than take a walk for exercise, so finding myself suddenly jogging on a treadmill and lifting weights is just… awful. Especially since I know that he is only making me tag along so that I’m too exhausted to try to get him to come to bed with me. So far his devious plan is working. By the time he gets me home I barely have had the energy to do more than eat dinner, shower and fall into bed alone, too tired to even try. He’s been sleeping on the couch in his home office, much to my chagrin. The least he could do is sleep beside me, but he’s probably scared I would wake up before him and try to have my evil way with him.
I totally understand why he wants us to wait. I really do. I just happen to disagree with him. He told me he loves me and I said it back. I know he’s trying to protect me. To make sure that this is really what I want and not misguided gratitude or something like that. I appreciate it. I really do, but I’m so over it. I want to make him mine as badly as I want to be his, and I’ve known that since I was a teenager. I also know that all of this is new to him. Before now I was way too young for him to entertain these kinds of thoughts about me… not that I would have minded. If he had any idea about how I have used photos of him as my personal spank bank… he might actually do something about how we are both feeling. I may just have to let him in on that little tidbit of information just to see if I can make him blush. I can’t help the smile that flits across my face at the thought of telling him something so personal.
As frustrating as the last couple days have been, him dodging my advances at every corner, I also can’t remember the last time that I had so much fun. In all honesty, I don’t think I have had so much fun with anyone since my dad died. He was always the fun parent and after we lost him the small part of my mom that was happy died too, leaving me completely alone. Until Travis. He always did his best to protect me and to make me happy. He’s trying to do it now and I love him for it even though it’s making me crazy!
“What are you smiling about, Sweetpea?” Travis asks, dragging a crispy golden french fry through the catsup on his plate.