Blyss (The Blyss Trilogy 1)
“Julianna, what are you doing?” Strike one. I move on to plan B and shake off his hands, scooching back between his legs. He raises an eyebrow. “Julianna?”
“Shhh…let me have this…please.” The way he’d taken care of me this afternoon had to have been the ultimate experience for losing my virginity, even though, technically I haven’t lost it yet. Of course, I’m under the influence of drugs, but he truly cared and wanted to make me feel good. Since I’m being trained to be Nick’s, truthfully he’s the one who should have been here today, but I’m glad it wasn’t him, though. Travis is the one who’s been by my side, holding my hand and picking up the broken pieces every single time I’ve fallen apart.
I decide that if he won’t make love to me, I can at least show him, convince him how much I want him. I’m desperate for him, and it calls for desperate measures. I tentatively look into his eyes for permission as I reach for the button on his jeans. He takes a deep breath, holds it in and closes his eyes, as if he’s warring with himself.
“Julianna, no...no,” he whispers on his exhale, but there’s no conviction behind the word, and I know it really means yes. His hands clench into tight fists as I forge ahead, unbuttoning his pants. I slide down his zipper, revealing dark blue boxer shorts. “This is not a good idea,” he warns, but he doesn’t even attempt to stop me. His words are weak, said only out of obligation.
“Shh, I need this. Please, don’t stop me,” I murmur, my fingers steadily pulling down his underwear and exposing the tip of his penis. Holding back the elastic band of his underwear with one hand, I tenderly remove his swollen cock from its confines using the other. He’s beautiful, thick, hard, and supple all at the same time. My hand gently wraps around his length, and Travis lets out a low moan as his body visibly shudders. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the tip, and I immediately snake my tongue out to lap it up.
“Holy fuck, baby,” he groans, making me grin. He wants this; if he didn’t, he would’ve stopped me. Using my tongue, I pass over his soft tip again, gentle and slow. I’m no stranger to this type of intimacy. It’s what I used to do for Adam to keep from reaching home plate, and I’d like to think I became rather proficient at it. Seductively, I peer up into Travis’ eyes one last time, giving him the option to stop me. Need swirls in his eyes, and he doesn’t utter a single word. All he can seem to do is pant heavily, hoping I won’t stop now that I’ve started.
I tug on either side of his underwear, and he automatically raises his hips for me to slide them down. When his underwear is mid-thigh, I stop, frozen in my tracks and taken aback by what I see. At the base of his cock, his balls look painfully engorged; they’re huge, and the veins under the thin skin of his penis visibly throb with his racing pulse. “Oh, my God, Travis, are you all right?”
“Fuck no, I’m not all right. It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“Is this what they call blue balls? I thought it was an exaggeration.” I’m fascinated, tilting my head and narrowing my eyes to study him. It can’t be comfortable, and I’m so transfixed by his situation I forget what I was doing.
Travis’ deep voice startles me, pulling me back to the task at hand. “Hell, baby, you keep staring at it and it’s just going to get worse. Now please, for fuck’s sake, do something about it…anything.” I look into his eyes and see the intense panic in his expression. “And before you ask, it won’t get better until I release.”
“What does it feel like?” I ask, truly curious.
He growls a reverberating sound from deep within his chest, and I get the hint he’s not in the mood to discuss his ailment, but still, he humors me. “Imagine your nipples being the size of a jawbreaker and they’re throbbing, then someone bites down on them…hard.”
“Oh!” I gasp wide-eyed, and then I look back down at his swollen tissue with hesitation. “Won’t it hurt for me to touch it?”
“Fucking hell!” he roars and clenches his fists. I take that as my cue to stop asking questions, and I immediately engulf his entire length with my wet, warm mouth. As the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, he gasps several times, trying to catch his breath as he threads his fingers through my hair. “Oh, shit, baby.”
His words are all the encouragement I need. I put everything I have into giving him pleasure, not only wanting to relieve his pain, but to make him feel what I felt when he did those magical things to my body only minutes ago. Being careful not to be too rough near the base of his cock, I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking it gracefully up and down, my mouth following the rhythm my fist has set.