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I glance at the rock star beside me. He puts on such a show for his fans and the ladies, but deep down, there’s so much more to him. He doesn’t want anyone to see it. I’ve seen small glimpses, but that’s all he’ll allow. If you get too close, he’ll shut down. I’d never admit it to him, or well, anyone, but when he ghosted me, it hurt. Not just my pride, either. I don’t let guys hurt me. Not anymore. Once was enough.
It took us a while, but we found our footing as friends. It’s better this way, but I do miss the sex. It was off the charts. Amazing. Mind-blowing, even. I have a fair amount of experience under my belt, and Travis’s dick could be the eighth wonder of the world.
A pulse hits between my thighs, remembering how he felt. I squeeze them closed, but it has the opposite effect. I was trying to shush the waking desire, but the friction feels good.
I toss my phone back on the table with an aggravated huff, glancing at the vibrator. It’s staring right at me, calling to me.Use me. He’ll never know.
My inner whore wins out, and I pick it up, eyeing Travis. He hasn’t moved an inch in the last hour. His chest moves up and down evenly. Using my foot, I nudge his leg again, this time a little harder. When he still doesn’t move, I slide my hand under the blanket and power on my toy, clicking fast until I’m at the lowest, quietest setting. I dip under my shorts and move my thong to the side, almost jolting from the first touch. I force myself still, not wanting to wake him.
I circle my clit, pressing the toy hard against my flesh. The buzzing is faint. I clench my teeth to hold in any sounds, my muscles tightening as pleasure trickles down my spine. My pussy throbs, begging for more. Using my other hand, I shove two fingers inside, but it does nothing. My fingers are too small, too slim. I pull them out, aggravation stalling my orgasm.
Letting the fantasy play out, I close my eyes and imagine I’m being fucked.
Hard.
Travis has me pinned against the wall, his hand around my throat, squeezing at an almost unbearable level. My hips buck at the imaginary scene I’ve created. The vibrator slips down, slickness pooling between my legs. I thrust it inside, letting the buzzing sensation take me higher. Travis pounds into me harder, this time from behind, and he slaps my ass as I cry out.
“What the?—”
“Ahh!” I scream, body trembling as my orgasm finally breaks free. I don’t even register Travis’s voice until I come down.
“Fuck, May. Was that a good one?” Travis’s raspy tone snaps me from my fog.
I flip the toy off once again and turn to face him. My body is flushed and warm, but I’m too sated to care that he caught me.
“Mmh.” He doesn’t need to know about the fantasy my brain concocted. It’ll only make his head bigger. I lift my arm, about to drop the toy on the table, when he reaches over and snatches it. “Hey!” I try to yank it back, but he dodges me, putting the toy to his nose and inhaling sharply.
My hand drops to the bed, along with my jaw.
“Can I taste it?” My mind must be hazy from my orgasm because I nod. He sticks his tongue out and runs the vibrator over it, coating every inch of his mouth in me. “Goddammit, now I’m hard,” he growls, plucking the toy from his lips.
My mouth snaps shut. I’m not normally one to be speechless, but I’m a little taken aback by his sudden boldness. Not that he was ever shy, but he’s kept things professional this entire tour so far. Only a little light flirting, nothing to suggest he still wanted me that way. He has plenty of other options.
He tosses my vibrator to the side and undoes his jeans.
My eyes shoot wide. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna tug one out. Wanna watch?”
My mouth opens, but no words come out. My head screamsNO! Bad idea. Unprofessional. But the spot between my legs pulses, still alive and ready to go.
When I don’t respond, he pulls himself out while I stare at him, wishing there was a little more light inside the room. I know what it looks like. I can still picture his cock when I close my eyes. Smooth, a deliciously thick vein along the underside, decorated with piercings that hit my insides just right.
My mouth waters to lick it. Suck it. Feel the metal of the bars against my tongue. I love giving head. Love when a man gives up control and is at my mercy. I like to tease and please and have them begging to come down my throat. Giving head to Travis was even more fun because he has things to explore.
“Can I?” he asks quietly. My eyes lift to his, and he stares back, waiting.
I roll over and flip the lamp on. If I’m going to watch, I’m going towatch. I want to see everything.
He doesn’t shy away from the light. He gets himself situated, leaning back against the headboard. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes pinned to me. I feel his stare, but I’m looking at his cock. So thick and hard, glistening.
Shit, I want it.
His pumps speed up, and my clit throbs. “Talk to me, May.”
I swallow down the worries. This is a bad idea, but fuck it, I’ll deal with the regret later. “I’m so wet. Just watching you. God, I love your cock. I wish it was inside me,” I pant, meaning every single word.
