But then she was spinning away again, though their hands remained entwined as they continued moving around the floor. The song ended and Travis clasped her hand in his firmly, guiding them off the dance floor. Roxy didn’t protest, following him as he led them back toward the bar, where he tossed a handful of bills onto the bar, and then pulled her out the doors and into the night. The rain had started again, the torrential downpour pelting them as they ran through the parking lot and across the road to the motel. The red neon sign glowed through the driving rain, guiding them as they ran.
Roxy was laughing freely by the time they made it to the shelter of the overhang that ran the length of the motel, and he couldn’t help the answering chuckle that escaped him at the sound of her laughter. It was so carefree and husky, and the sound of it wound around his heart like a vice. He knew he would never escape her. She was as much a part of him as his own heartbeats now.
A few more steps brought them to the door of their room and he dug the key out of his pocket, the orange tag dangling between his fingers.
Drenched completely for the second time that night, their clothes clung to their bodies, and Roxy’s curls had flattened against her head and around her shoulders. Her mascara had smudged slightly beneath her eyes from the rain. Half laughing, half panting from their sprint through the downpour, Roxy looked up at him, her lips still pulled into a wide smile that he could just make out in the shadows that surrounded them like a cloak. The roar of the rain was a cacophony as it pelted the ground, the metal roof that sheltered them, and the carsparked along the length of the motel, blocking everything else out around them.
Travis stared down at her smiling face, rain soaked, mascara smudged, and still sporting that bruise beneath her eye…and couldn’t remember a time that he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight than the woman standing in front of him.
“Roxy,” he breathed low as her eyes dropped to his mouth, and then she was moving, launching herself up to wrap her arms around his neck. One arm banded around her waist, the other curving beneath her ass as their mouths crashed together. He lifted her, groaning when her legs wrapped around his hips, ankles locking at the small of his back as they kissed with a ferocity that stole his breath. Striding forward, he somehow managed to slide the key into the lock, swinging the door open. It banged against the wall loudly before he shoved it closed behind them, plunging them into near total darkness. “Fuck, Roxy.”
Travis dropped the key onto the tiny table by the door, the jangle of the single key clattering to the table the only sound in the room other than their harsh breathing and quiet moans. Lowering her back to her feet, their hands immediately began tearing at their wet clothes. She knocked his hat off his head, sending it thudding to the floor behind him. His hands gripped the hem of her tank top, yanking it up and over her head, dropping the sodden article to the floor.
Her breasts heaved with every breath she gulped in, a smattering of goosebumps breaking out over her flesh from the chill of the AC on her still wet skin. Her nipples peaked from the chill in the room and he growled low in his throat, ducking his head swiftly and taking one tight bud into his mouth. Laving it with his tongue, he hummed in appreciation when she let out a low moan, her hands sliding into his hair to hold him to her.
He straightened, covering both breasts with his palms and pushed them together, his thumbs stroking over each nipple. Her back arched, pushing them into his hands harder, and he groaned gutturally as he stared down at the soft flesh that he held. The striking difference of her pale skin and his rough, tattooed hands was enough to make him feral. Nothing had ever looked so goddamn perfect.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned, covering his hands with her own, at the same time leaning up to capture his mouth with hers.
He was achingly hard, his cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans, and those low, husky sounds she was making in the back of her throat were tipping him closer to the edge.
She reached for his drenched shirt, shoving it up his chest and over his head. She licked her lips and he fought to hold onto his rapidly fraying will. He bent at the waist, grabbing first one of the cowgirl boots on her feet and then the other, tossing them away. He toed off his own boots, then reached for her again.
Unsnapping her jean shorts, he groaned when the backs of his knuckles grazed against the skin of her stomach as he lowered the zipper, but he was long gone, done wasting time. Shoving his palms into the ass of her shorts, he peeled them down her thighs, the wet material clinging to her. He knelt, pushing the shorts down her calves until she could step out of them, and then he pressed his mouth to the flat plane of her stomach as he hitched his thumbs into the band of her panties. Those too, went the way of the rest of her clothes until she stood completely naked before him.
Her fingers slid up through his hair as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her stomach, to the sexy indent at each hip. His lips grazed the soft, trimmed tuft of curls at the apex of her thighs and she gasped, the sound cutting through the room like a gunshot. “I’m going to taste this, Roxy. When I’m done fucking you, I’m going to feel you come on my tongue.”
He stood then, capturing her stunned face between his massive hands. Smoothing his thumb over her cheeks, he kissed her fiercely, his tongue snaking into her mouth to taste all of her. Tequila and oranges and cinnamon.
Her fingers scrabbled at his waist, fumbling the snap of his jeans and then the zipper lowered. She shoved the jeans down just enough to pull his cock free of his boxer briefs, her fingers wrapping around him. He growled into her mouth, his hips thrusting into her hand. The pad of her thumb grazed over the tip and he groaned on a breathless sigh at the pleasure of it. He knew by the slickness of her thumb across the head, he was already leaking.
“Roxy,” he breathed, pulling his mouth from hers. Forcing her eyes up to his, he panted, “Fuck you make me so hard. I didn’t want to want you… but fuck I can’t stop. I’m fucking powerless against you.”
Kissing her again fiercely, he lowered his hands from her face and dug his wallet out of his back pocket. Tossing it onto the table alongside the discarded room key, he tore open a foil condom packet with his teeth and then rolled it on. Her head was bowed, watching, and he could hear the tremor in her breaths.
“Travis…” she whimpered breathily, and he grinned from above her.
“You can take it all, baby girl,” he whispered gravelly and she shivered as she raised her eyes to his. “Yes?”
She nodded, her breaths sawing in and out of her. Her breasts trembled with the tremulous breaths she pulled in. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
He kissed her again, her mouth opening to his as he slid his hands, palms flat, along the backside of her thighs, gripping firmly. Lifting her, she once again wrapped her legs around his waist. Spreading her wide and holding her away from his body, he panted raggedly, “Line me up, Red.”
Her eyes were hooded and seductive, her face pale in the darkness that shrouded them, and then her hand disappeared between their bodies to grip his cock, angling the tip up and against her entrance. He clenched his teeth at the feel of her fingers wrapped around him, the heat that radiated from her core where he pressed up and in. With his arms supporting her, he lowered her onto his shaft, fighting the urge to thrust up and sink all the way in in one go. She squeezed him tightly as her body adjusted to his intrusion, and her head tipped back, her throat arching with each inch of him that she swallowed with her tightness.
Travis took two steps forward, pressing her bare back against the wall. With one arm, he held her up, his hips pinned flush against the apex of her thighs, all of him sheathed inside her as deeply as he could go. With his other hand free, he bracketed her jaw between his fingers and thumb, turning her face to his to kiss her again deeply as he gave her body time to adjust to his.
When she writhed her hips in a circular motion against him, he groaned gutturally and bit her lower lip sharply between his teeth, making her gasp. The back of her head thudded against the wall behind her, but her eyes never left his. He pulled back and thrust upward, hard. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and he exalted in it, growing impossibly harder inside her. Repeating the move, he groaned as he watched her breasts bounce with the force of his thrust. They panted together in the darkness. Fuck she felt so good. So fuckingright. Right, in a way that he hadn’t experienced before.
“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, dropping his mouth to her throat and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the tender flesh there. Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders, sliding up through his hair and holding tight. Her head rolled from side to side against the wall. “Roxy.”
“I’m not…not made of glass, Travis. Don’t hold back—” she panted breathlessly, her eyes searching his, and that was all it took to send him over the edge. Pressing his mouth to hers in a bruising, fierce kiss, he used his strength to hold her against the wall as his hips began to move in hard, deep thrusts. Her mouth opened beneath his in a silent cry and he slowed, his heart hammering in his chest. He didn’t want to hurt her; she’d been hurt enough. But she nipped at his lip with her teeth and sobbed, “Oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop.Please—”
Spinning them away from the wall, he bounced her on his dick, reveling in the way her head tilted back. He could feel her tightening, quickening around him and he breathed out another groan. “Goddamn, Red.Fuck. You’re going to come already, aren’t you, baby girl? I can feel this pussy squeezing me—”
On the next thrust, her head fell forward, her forehead thumping onto his shoulder as her entire body tensed and he swore she stopped breathing. Two more deep thrusts and he felt her detonate; a scream tearing from her throat, muffled against his skin. Her pussy closed around his cock like a fist, spasms clenching her inner walls so tightly he had to fight not to come right then and there. Her thighs shook where they were wrapped around his waist, her abdominals spasming wildly. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed, watching this woman fall apart in his arms.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groaned, his thrusts slowing but not stopping entirely, prolonging her orgasm. He exalted in the way her body trembled in his arms. “That was so good, Red. So good. You take my cock so well. You came so hard, baby girl.”
