She yelped as she was dragged inside, the force sending her a couple steps in even as Travis released her hand. “Not a word,” he growled. “Bend over the couch.”
“We need to look at that cut—”
“I’ll live,” Travis said derisively. “You know what will kill me?” He unzipped his shorts and freed his erection. “If I don’t fuck you right now.”
When she still didn’t move, Travis spun her around and pushed her over the edge of the loveseat.
He leaned over her and hissed, “You know why I’m doing this?”
She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest with anticipation.
Her skirt bunched over her hips, her panties nudged aside, and then he was inside. Filling her to the hilt, he pounded into her without mercy. He bent low by her ear and rasped, “You don’t get to come tonight. You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
And that’s when she felt it, the sting of his palm on her ass. She cried out, not sure if it was in pleasure or pain, but warmth gushed between her legs. The puny loveseat inched stealthily toward the coffee table with the force of his thrusts.
“You’ve defied me—”
Thwack!
“Again—”
Thwack!
“and again—”
Thwack! Thwack!
“and again.”
“Travis, oh, God!” she mewled helplessly. She was going to come.
Travis must have felt her spasming inner muscles for hewithdrew from her and yanked her from the couch, lifting her over the back of the sofa, he ordered, “On your knees, facing me, and hold on to the edge.”
Caitlin did as she was told. Travis fisted his cock in front of her mouth. “Take it.”
She obeyed with no hesitation and eagerly took in the impressive length of him, swallowing him as far as she could. Travis groaned above her, his hands digging into her hair as he pumped his hips against her. “I’m going to fuck that mouth and mark every part of your body. Got me?” He increased his rhythm and ruthlessly held her there. She tasted the salt of his pre-cum mixed with her own feminine musk. She wanted him inside her, needed to feel him inside her, but sucking him off with abandon was making her horny as hell as if she could spontaneously combust at any moment.
Cum spurted into her mouth. “Fuck! Take it. You fucking take every last drop of that, babe,” Travis demanded, continuing to fuck her face. She welcomed the warm liquid, letting his seed brand her from the inside.
“You’re fucking mine, every inch of you,” he whispered harshly. He pulled out of her. Bending over her, he hugged her head close to his chest, kissing the top of her head. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart, the fractured breathing of his lungs.
He shifted and plucked her from the couch, carrying her to the bathroom. He sat her on the sink and retrieved a hand towel, soaking it with warm water.
Caitlin watched him, wincing at the cut on his cheekbone. Blood had dripped on his white shirt and dried up there. “Travis, let me clean that cut.” They had stopped at the car earlier for the first aid kit.
“Shh . . .” His voice trailed off. His eyes narrowed in dismay as he stared at her face. “What happened to your forehead?”
Crap.
“Um . . .”
“There’s an angry lump forming—tell me what the fuck happened?” His eyes blinked wildly as if he was trying to recall the events of the night.
“I head butted Duke.”Please don’t ask me why or how.
His eyes turned into a stormy ocean of blue. His voice was measured when he spoke. “How? He’s a foot taller than you; he’s almost as tall as I—fuck! Did he have you—” Travis moved between her legs to prove a hunch as he connected the dots in his head. “You were in the ladies room. Did that fucker do this to you? Did he—”
Her eyes stung, not because of the memory of Duke’s actions, but because Travis’s eyes looked tormented.
