He wasn’t expecting it, but he catches me, hooking an arm under my ass and lifting me up so we’re face-to-face. I don’t give him a second to question anything before I slam my lips to his. He willingly opens, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. The kiss is sloppy, hot, and desperate, going all the way to my toes.
His hand comes up, freeing my hair from its bun. He tangles his hand through the strands, never breaking the kiss, and I slide his suit jacket off his shoulders as he walks us to the bed. I trail kisses down his neck, and he sighs, head falling back as his hands squeeze my asshard. My lips touch every inch of his skin I can reach. It’s not enough.
“I need this off,” I pant, tugging on the collar of his shirt.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He tosses me on the bed, and I land with a yelp. Slower than fucking molasses, he undoes the buttons on his shirt. There’s like a hundred, and I’m impatient. Jumping to my knees, I lean forward and grab his shirt, trying to rip it apart.
Ok, I thought I was stronger than this. This shirt must be made really well. I imagined buttons flying like in the movies. This is embarrassing.
Travis chuckles. “Here.” Then he shreds it, and the sound of fabric tearing pierces the air. Buttons scatter across the floor, and I smile. Better than the movies.
He throws the remaining scrap of fabric to the ground, and I lean back on my heels, taking in the view. He still has too many clothes on.
I nod to his waist, and his hands fly to his belt. He gets rid of it, then his pants, leaving him standing in front of me in only his boxer briefs, his cock already standing at attention.
“Your turn,” he rasps, fisting himself over his underwear.
My clothes come off at record speed. Hope he wasn’t expecting a sensual striptease. But he seems amused at how desperate I am for him.
I stand up, circling him as if he’s my prey, and he might as well be. I’m about to ravage him.
He turns, following me, and when his back is to the bed, I shove his shoulders, forcing him to lie down. I pull his boxer briefs off and sigh at the sight of his beautiful cock.
I don’t know if I want to suck it or sit on it.
My hand wraps around his hot, smooth skin and my mouth waters.Just a little taste first.
My lips hover over the tip, eyes locked on the drop of precum I’m about to lick, when his hand shoots to mine.
“Fuck, May, if you do that, I’m going to blow real fucking fast.” His voice is pained, and for a moment, I consider taking mercy on him, but Ineedto taste him. I’ve been starved for too long.
Locking eyes with him, I flick my tongue across the slit, and he groans, throwing his head back against the mattress. I rub my thighstogether, seeking friction. I’m not going to last, either.
“Just for a second,” I whisper against him.
His legs shake as I trail my tongue slowly over each and every one of his bars. Then I kiss them too. I missed them.
“If you’re going to kiss them, count them.”
Starting at the base, I sweep my tongue over each barbell. “One…two..”
Before I get to the seventh and final one, Travis snatches my hair, yanking me up before I have a chance to take him down my throat. “Fuck. Please God, stop. I want to make you come first, and I’m not gonna be able to do that if you put your mouth around my dick. Icannotcontrol myself. I’ve been waiting so long for this.”
I pout, but relent. “Fine.” I crawl up his body and hover over him.
“Wait.” He grabs my hips, forcing me to stay above him. “Let me get you ready.”
I slap his hand away and reach between us, grabbing his cock and positioning it under me. “I want younow.” I drop my hips, sinking down onto him. We both cry out as he fills me so completely full, making me stretch around him. His piercings press against my insides. God, I missed that feeling.
I don’t give myself any time to adjust. I start riding him hard and fast, chasing my release that’s close to the surface already. He drags a knuckle up my stomach, barely grazing my nipples and sending a shock through my body. I moan, rolling my hips faster, grinding against his pelvis in small figure-eight motions.
“Goddamn, look at you. Riding my cock like you own it. Fuck, you do. You own it, May. It’s all yours,” Travis grits, bucking his hips into mine punishingly.
“Oh God. Yes,” I cry.
“Yes? You wanna own my cock, baby?”
