Only, this time is worse. I thought I was going to get to use it on her. Her back arches as she no doubt goes deeper. Her free hand grazes down her stomach, finding her swollen clit to rub.
My own hands dig into my knees, my cock aching. I’m hypnotized watching her, nearly ripping my tongue ring out, I’m biting down so hard, trying to keep from touching myself. Even though I’ve been watching her play with her little bullet these past few weeks, this is different. I can’t explain why, it just is.
“Oh, fuck, Travis. Yes.”
My shoulders straighten as she moans my name, rocking her hips faster over the toy.
I clench my thighs, my balls heavy. Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants. And this time, Ellie’s the only damn drug intoxicating me.
As if she can sense it. “Only good boys get to come.” Her voice is a warning, but it’s weak. She’s so lost in her pleasure, she barely gets the words out. Her eyes are squeezed shut, head tossed back, rosy hue decorating her skin. My breathing turns ragged as her fucking picks up even faster. She’s fucking herself so hard the sound of pounding skin and the scent of her pussy filters through the air. My whole body is coiled so tight I’m afraid to move. Even the slightest sensation of denim rubbing against my dick will have me blowing, and I really am trying to refrain.
“Yes, right there. You feel so good, Travis,” Ellie pants.
Jesus Christ. She hates me.
My teeth stab into my bottom lip so hard I taste the tang of iron. I stop breathing, squeezing my knees so hard I think I burn a hole in my jeans. “That toy feel good?” I manage to croak out, only torturing myself more by asking.
“Not as good as your cock,” she moans.Fuckkk.
My dick is pulsating, balls tightening in warning. Shit, shit.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” she cries out.
Ellie’s body trembles, her hand slowing as she rides out her orgasm on a fake dick. I can practically see her pussy rippling with pleasure. It’s a goddamn beautiful sight, and it’s enough to undo me. My hips thrust into nothing, muscles spasming as I come right in my motherfucking pants.Again.
I groan, gripping the bottom of the chair to hold on as my own climax takes over. “Fuck.” I pant as my body shudders, my cock twitching until it’s empty. Sucking in a harsh breath, I glance warily at Ellie. She’s sitting up on the bed, eyes wide. Fuckity fuck. I’m in trouble. I run a hand down my face,shifting in the seat as my boxer briefs start to stick to my dick like glue.
“I’m sorry, Ellie. I swear I didn’t mean to.”
She blinks rapidly, the dildo still clutched in her hand. It’s glistening with her arousal. “I…you came in your pants?”
I nod once. I haven’t come in my pants since I was like twelve. But I’ve done it twice on this tour. The first time was mainly due to the drugs, but Ellie’s fucking addictive body rubbing on me didn’t help, either. This time…this time it was all her. She does something to me that no one else has ever done. She’s fucking intoxicating.
She tsks. “Bad boy.” Her eyes fall to my lap, and my own follow. I sigh. What a fucking mess.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, because what else is there?
She bites her lip, grinning a little. “It’s kind of hot, actually.”
I chuckle, standing up. I need to shed these briefs. “You’re just that goddamn captivating, May. I’m gonna clean up.”
I slip into the bathroom, releasing Cinnamon before stripping off my underwear and wiping the cum off me. I tug my pants back up and close the door behind me.
Ellie is lying across the bed, petting the cat, looking beautifully blissed out. Her caramel strands are wet and messy, her face flushed. She pats the bed. “Want some kitty cuddles?”
I bark out a pained laugh and slip next to them. “Let’s watch a movie,” I tell her, not quite ready to leave yet. She puts on some sappy movie about love, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m petting the cat with Ellie lying beside me. My eyes start to grow heavy. I should go back to the bus. The more time we spend together, the more I crave being near her. The only time I’m not restless and thinking about chasing my next high is when I’m with Ellie, but I can’t stop. Before long, I find my eyes drifting closed, and I pass out in minutes.
47
ELLIE
The soundof birds chirping wakes me. My eyes slowly open. I slept so soundly, I don’t even remember falling asleep. I turn over, and the sight next to me knocks the breath from my lungs. Travis is stretched out, his hand draped across my hip, with Cinnamon lying next to his head.
My throat gets tight, chest caving in.
Oh no.
A familiar feeling snakes its way through me. Uh-uh. Not happening.
