“Lumos,” I say, and as soon as I do, the lights flick on. “And you think spells don’t work,” I scoff.
“I never said that. You’ve obviously put one on me.” He leans his shoulder against the wall and watches me marvel. The house is beautiful. The ocean-themed décor, paired with the long wall of books, makes it feel cozy.
“Whose house is this?” I run my finger across so many classic books. It’s like I’m saying hello to old friends.
“An old college friend who owes me big-time. His parents bought him this house when he received his acceptance letter and a full scholarship. Instead of dealing with the hassle of selling when he moved to New York, he just Airbnb’s it. So...”
“You called in a favor?”
Travis nods. “And now I’m going to fulfill a fantasy and fuck you against that window.”
The space between us vanishes, and Travis’s lips are pressed hard against mine.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, flipping off the light, allowing the setting sun to bleed in.
“I trust you with my heart.”
He smiles against my lips, running his hand up my shirt, palming my breast. “Good.”
A chill runs down my spine as he undresses me. Though his hands are careful, his mouth is dangerous, needy. Meeting his intensity, I undress him, until we are both standing naked in front of the large bay window. The street is quiet, and when I turn to look outside, the burnt sun sets over the horizon. Travis moves my hair from my shoulder and bites down, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to soar through me. With his erection against my ass, he moves me forward until my breasts are pushed against the cold glass before he slides in. Just the thought of someone being able to see us makes me want to lose control, and he makes it too easy.
Travis gives absolutely no fucks and takes me hard and rough, just like I want. He tugs at my hair and bites along my neck and shoulders. The intensity of him is almost too much to handle. We aren’t quiet. We fuck loud and hard and don’t give two shits if the world sees us as he slams into me against the window.
I beg for more.
I beg for it harder.
And he’s relentless, one-upping my requests, and I want him to.
The king is using his royal cock in ways I’ve never experienced. And I love it.
The euphoria of him is so much I almost forget my own name, and I’ve resorted to gibberish. I’m pretty sure Travis is trying to break me or leave his imprint, but he already has. I won’t be forgetting this anytime soon.
He flips me around, grabbing my nipple between his teeth as he slams his cock in me. I lean my head against the cool glass, and I have no idea how he’s doing this with broken ribs, but I don’t even question him. He’s in total control tonight. It’s as if he’s fucking away all of his emotions about me leaving, and I’m happy for the release. I’m happy to forget about it all and be lost in nothing but the moment, for once. My body is a slave to him, and I ride the orgasmic waves over and over again, only to be selfish and want even more. My sexual appetite matches his, and I’m proud of that.
“You’re a dirty girl, V.” He smirks and spins me around, slapping my ass before he continues. He doesn’t even rub it like the book boyfriends in my romance novels. But oddly enough, it turns me on even more. “Don’t even say it,” he warns. “V officially stands for vixen.” He wraps my messy hair around his fist and forces me to look into his eyes. “My V. My vixen.”
“I’ll always be yours, Travis.” The words fall out of my mouth, and my warm breath creates a fog against the glass.
“Princess, when you say things like that…” He groans in my ear, and the emotions that swirl through me are indescribable. I feel him tense behind me, and I push harder against him until he loses himself. Warmth fills me, and he leans his head against my shoulder. We stay like that for a long moment, taking each other in, deep pants and heavy breaths.
Travis takes a step back with me in his arms and glances past me at the window. He rubs his hand across the stubble that graces his perfect jawline. I turn and see my breasts and ass imprinted on the glass and can’t stop the laughter, but I’m not embarrassed. Hell no, I’m proud because somehow Travis has broken my sexual shell into pieces.
“The housekeeper will have fun with that one.” His smile is perfect, and I can’t help but admire his abs and how low his jeans sit on his hips when he zips them. I follow his happy trail all the way down to the lingering hard-on. Swallowing hard, I take a mental snapshot of this exact moment, not ever wanting to forget it.
After a moment, Travis sits on the couch and stretches out his legs. No words are spoken between us as I snuggle in next to him after putting on my bra and panties, compliments of Courtney and Victoria’s Secret. With our naked skin pressed together, he wraps his arms around me, and I focus on his heartbeat and the sound of his breathing.
The clock on the wall lets out a loud gong on the hour, scaring the shit out of me. Travis holds me a little tighter and lets out a loud bark of laughter. I glare at him, then at the clock, knowing that it’s our cue to go. Saying goodbye is going to become harder with each passing day, but I try to push the nagging thought to the back of my mind.
“I don’t want to go.” I pout.
“Let’s stay. I have the house until the weekend.”
My eyes widen. “Seriously? That must have been a helluva thing you did for this guy.”
“He basically owes me his firstborn.” He gives me a cute little side grin.
My eyes widen, and I’m intrigued. “I want to hear more of this story.”
