Travis: What are you doing?
Since when does he not only text me in general, but do small talk?
Me: Watching TV. You?
Travis: Are you alone?
What the fuck?
Me: Uh, yes?
Travis: Can I come over?
My dick twitches at the question. Ain’t no fucking way Travis, of all people, is hitting me up at eleven o’clock on a weeknight for a hook-up.Especiallyafter the way he went off on me in the middle of the sidewalk a few days ago.
There’s also no fucking way I’m turning it down, though, either.
Me: Sure.
All I get in response to that is a series of thumbs-up emojis.Alright.
I have time to walk into the kitchen and grab another beer, popping the cap off, and taking a sip before the sound of knuckles rapping on my door pulls my attention. Striding across the room, I pull it open, finding Travis standing on the other side, hands shoved into the pockets of his dark denim jeans, bloodshot eyes lifting from the ground up to meet my gaze.
“Well, this is a surprise,” I grunt out, stepping to the side to let him in.
The sweet, earthy scent of marijuana wafts in after him, explaining the bloodshot eyes, and his body language is stiff. He stops in the hallway right inside the door, slowly turning to face me. He doesn’t say anything.
“So, what are you doing here?” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the now closed front door, folding my arms over my chest.
His pretty blue eyes drop down, checking out what I can only assume are the muscles popping out from under my t-shirt before he finds my gaze again. His tongue swipes across his lips, wetting them, and he runs his fingers shakily through his hair. He’s clearly nervous, shifting his feet as he looks between me and the door, like maybe he’s considering making a run for it.
I don’t have a fucking clue what’s going through his mind right now, but something clicks into place in his eyes—resolve, maybe—and he takes two steps toward me, erasing the distance. He’s so close, I can smell the beer on his breath and feel the shallow puffs of air fanning my face as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Just this once,” he breathes against my lips, and before I have a chance to ask what he means by that, he’s slamming his mouth down onto mine, shoving my back against the door. His lips are feral, his tongue hot and hungry as it thrusts into my mouth, licking all over, arms wrapping around my neck as he brings our bodies flush.
It takes my mind a moment to catch up, but once it does, my hands find purchase on his hips, holding him close as I slant my mouth against his, letting him deepen the kiss. I can feel his length swell against my thigh as my own dick goes rigid behind my pants, a smile pulling at my lips as I continue to kiss him, feeling victory at him showing up here. I fucking throb for him, the sensation only heightening when he drags his hands down my chest, groping my muscles, teeth nipping down on my bottom lip.
Travis pulls away suddenly, eyes wild with desire. His fingers brush over his spit-slick lips, and he looks almost confused as he pulls his hand back, glancing at the digits like they hold all the answers as to why he’s here and why he just mauled me against my front door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask after several long moments of stifled silence.
“I, uh…” Travis clears his throat, gaze meeting mine. “I went out with some friends for drinks after work.”
“Um, okay?”
“Sometimes, when I drink, I get a little… you know.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “No,cariño,I don’t know. Enlighten me. Sometimes, when you drink, you get a little… what?”
He shrugs, probably trying to appear nonchalant. “Horny,” he mumbles.
Elation fills my veins, almost as much as the arousal does.
“So, you came here to what? Have me make you come again?”
His cheeks flame red, and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m gonna need an answer,cariño. Otherwise, it’s late and I have to work in the morning.”
