This is War (Checkmate Duet 1)

“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 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 circling 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 his 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 in 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 rip 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 that’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 further 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 that knows how to watch porn and learn new tricks.”

He throws his head back, and in true Travis fashion, 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 you 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.”

He purses his lips and grabs both of my wrists with his hands, planting them to the countertop. “I think you forgot the rules, princess.” He sucks in his lower lip and dips his head into my neck, whispering over my ear, “You’re mine tonight and you’ll tell me whatever the hell I want because you and I both know you want to be fucked like a meaningless whore. So unless you want me to leave you here, soaked and begging for it, you’ll say exactly what I want to hear.”

I swallow as his hot breath tickles my burning skin.

“Do we have a deal?”

I must be possessed, because it takes me less than a second to respond. “Fine.”

He presses his lips to my cheek. “That’s my good girl.”

My body shivers and he feels it.

“I want your mouth on me, Viola.” My eyes blink open as he backs away. “On your knees.”

He grabs my hand and guides me off the counter. From the waist down, I’m bare, so I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it on the floor. “Bra off,” he orders before I can kneel down. I wrap my arms around my back and unhook it.

Before I can pull it off, he brings a hand to my shoulder and slowly pushes the strap down. He plants kisses along my shoulder, slowly igniting my senses. He moves to the other shoulder and pulls the other strap down, repeating the same motion with his perfect lips. Once it falls to the ground, he palms my breast and squeezes it roughly in his hand. My head falls back and sucks in a deep breath.