“Trav,” she sighs. “No.”
“Why?” I ask, my body still swaying even though hers isn’t. “You’d rather be with those chumps?”
“Are you drunk?” She turns to face me, her tone turning worried, but there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve stuck to water after that joint because my mouth feels dry as shit. I really should start taking better care of my throat. It’s been feeling funny lately. I shake my head, hands climbing up her shoulders and cupping her neck. “What are you doing?”
“Can I just touch you? You feel so good.”
She’s hesitant, but slowly, she turns back around. “One more dance, that’s it.”
“Mmhm.” I lean into her, unable to keep myself from grinding my dick into her ass. I’m hard as stone, heat filtering throughout my whole damn body. I want to be closer. Need more of her.
“Travis,” she groans.
My eyes flip open to look at her, but the lights in here are fucking with my vision. I blink, trying to focus, but it’s no use. So instead, I let my eyes roll back and enjoy feeling this good. Enjoy her body on mine—right where it belongs. Enjoy the way she fits perfectly against me.
“Fuck,” I mumble, gripping Ellie’s waist tighter to steady myself as a case of the spins hits me.
I’m sweating, and my heart feels like it’s about to rip from my chest with how fast it’s beating. My dick throbs, pressing against my zipper, begging for more room to grow. I don’t stop, and neither does she as she drops low, arching her back and pressing her ass into me. The heat and friction from her ass pressed against me sends me reeling.
Fuck, fuck.
My head spins, my cock aches, and my balls tingle.Shit. The sensations are too much all at once.
I’m spinning, climbing...and oh fuckk.
31
ELLIE
My whole body tightens,heart skipping a beat as Travis groans behind me. A strangled sound unlike anything I’ve heard from him. Then I feel it—the telltale twitch against my ass.
My spine snaps straight. “Travis?” I’m not even sure I say it loud enough for him to hear. I’m almost too afraid to turn around. The grip on my waist loosens, and suddenly, he pulls away. I spin to see what he’s doing, but he grabs my arm and drags me through the crowd. “What are you doing?” I yell as he leads me toward the back of the club. I don’t bother checking to see if any of the guys are watching; I’m sure they are. I have no idea what’s gotten into him tonight.
He pushes me against the wall and buries his head against my shoulder, breathing heavily. I press my hands against his chest and ease him back. It takes no effort, and he almost falls over. “What’s wrong?” I whisper-yell. It’s not as loud back here, but people are milling about. I don’t want to draw more attention to us. Someone could recognize him.
He says nothing, refusing to make eye contact with me. Isnap my fingers in his face, trying to grab his attention. When he finally looks at me, I notice how glassy his eyes are. He’s staring at me, but it’s like he’s looking right through me. I glance down to see if my suspicions a moment ago were correct, and when I find the dark spot on his jeans, my stomach clenches.
He came.
He came in his pants and doesn’t even seem to notice.
“Fuck, I’m thirsty. Can we get some water?” he asks, taking a step but stumbling.
I reach out and steady him. “Woah, tiger.” I carefully usher him back, leaning him against the wall. Even though I pride myself on being strong, I cannot hold all his weight. “Let’s have a seat, then I’ll get you some water.” I slide down the wall, and he follows, his neck hanging to the side. “Travis,” I say, unease clawing at me.
“Hmm.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m soo goo-ood,” he slurs.
I glance at his pants again. He really has no idea. I don’t want to embarrass him, but I don’t know how I’m going to get him out of here. I’m going to need Liam’s help. I also need to ditch Jordan and Josh. They seem nice enough, but I don’t need this spreading through social media.
Pulling out my phone, I send Liam a text, and a moment later, he’s walking toward us. His feet pick up pace when he sees Travis slumped against the wall. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. I think he’s had too much to drink. Help me get him up.” We pull Travis to his feet while he mumbles incoherently. “There’s an exit back here, let’s take him that way.” We drag him as discreetly as possible out the doors. Luckily, everyone else is pretty plastered and paying us no attention. “I’ll order us a ride,” I say, digging out my phone again as I struggle to hold one of Travis’s arms up.
“Come here, pal,” Liam says, tugging Travis toward him, taking his weight off me.
