His hand comes up. I already know what he’s going to do.I lean forward into his palm, and he wraps his fingers around my throat.
“Yes,” I moan. “It’s mine.”
He squeezes harder, making all my blood rush to my face. My eyes close as my head floats to the sky.Yes.
His fingers dig into my hip as I ride him. The headboard bangs, the sound of our slick skin slapping together echoing off the walls. I know they’re likely paper-thin, but I don’t care if anyone hears.
“My dick is going to make a home inside of you,” he groans, one hand skating up my spine to wrap around my hair. He tugs my neck back as he continues to thrust upward. He has my body arched and angled, hitting me deep. “He’s never wanted back in one place so badly. Always seeking you out, Ellie. Only you have ever felt this good. Felt this right.”
His words hit home as he pounds into me. My heart flutters along with my pussy. “I’m going to come,” I pant, gasping for air. I knew I wasn’t going to last. Months of foreplay will do that to you.
His grip eases ever so slightly on my throat, just enough for me to suck in a breath, before he clamps around me again. “That’s it.” He circles his hips in a way that makes his piercings rub against the best spot. I break, clawing at his shoulders, trying to hold on as my body convulses. He doesn’t let up, slamming into me hard as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
His hands fall from my throat and hair to hold my hips as he groans loudly, hips stilling as he comes too. “Ah, fuck.” He jerks, emptying inside me.
My spine snaps straight. Shit, we didn’t use a condom.
Not that we haven’t done this already, but that was before. I’m on birth control, but I don’t know who he’s been sleeping with. He was dragging girls around everywhere the first few weeks on the road.
Worry sweeps through me, stealing my high. I carefullyroll off him, waddling to the bathroom with my legs crossed, trying not to leave a trail of cum across the floor.
I clean myself up, spending an extra few minutes gathering my thoughts. Damn, that was good. I’ve been wound tight for so long. Fucking a vibrator just isn’t the same as coming all over a nice, thick cock.Hiscock.
I brush my teeth, limbs heavy as I walk back to bed. Travis is still in the same spot I left him, still naked and breathing hard. Spread out like a starfish. I slide my T-shirt back on and climb under the covers.
His arm instantly comes out to pull me close. “Holy shit, I think you fucked me stupid. I can’t move my legs.”
I want to laugh, but my head is muddled with worry. Travis is safe, I know he wears condoms. He told me before he’d only been bare with his one girlfriend and me. He gets regular check-ups, but he hasn’t since being on tour. I would know.
“You ok?” he asks, turning over to face me.
I force a smile. “Mhmm.”
A crease appears between his brows as he studies me. “May...”
“We didn’t use a condom,” I blurt.
He sits up, a flash of hurt crossing his face. “It’s not like it’s the first time. I’m confused. Are you not on birth control anymore?” His eyes widen at his own question, the panic in his tone evident.
I put my hand on his arm. “I am.” He lets out a breath. “But I just didn’t know if you’d been sleeping around a lot before...”
He shakes his head, seeming to relax. “I understand why you’d worry about that, but I promise you don’t need to. Did I try? Yes. I never made it that far. I couldn’t.”
My brows pinch together, and I frown. Guess that explains the full box of condoms in his drawer. “Why not?”
He leans his head back against the headboard, his fingerstrailing across my shoulder. “Just couldn’t. I–no one was doing it for me. No one has ever turned me on like you do, Ellie. You make me so goddamn hard. I was comparing everyone to you, but no one even comes close.” His hand cups my cheek, his eyes bouncing between mine. “No one feels like this. Like you.”
My smile is instant, and I reach over to kiss him again. His hand moves to the back of my head, holding me there as the kiss turns deep. It’s not hurried. It’s slow and meaningful, as if we’re both pouring a piece of ourselves into it.
I feel it too, another little part of me slipping into his hands. He’s collecting bits of me, and he doesn’t even know it. I only hope he’s careful with them.
I wait for the panic to set in, but it never comes. I’m too lost in his kiss. I don’t want to find my way back.
60
TRAVIS
I dropmy duffel bag in the passenger seat and rush through the bus. “Cinnamon! Daddy’s home!” I yell to my cat. Regardless of what Ellie says, she is my cat. I was bummed we had to leave her behind, but I knew she was in good hands.
