I gasp at the spark that shoots into my core. My fingers dig into his silky hair as I grasp his strands tightly. He tortures the other one before standing to full height and removing his t-shirt.
Holy.
Fucking.
Hell.
Broad tan muscles stare back at me. Tattoos weave down both arms and across most of his chest. I reach out a hand to trace the beautiful artwork. There is so much detail and beauty in the design it would take hours to take it all in. He’s gorgeous. My fingers trail along the art before skimming across his tight abs. His jeans hang low on his hips as I go lower to what I really want to see and feel. I look up at him, and I’m met with pure heat in those greys as he lets me take my time.
I unbuckle his jeans and lower the zipper. He’s straining against his black boxer briefs, and nothing could have stopped me from sliding my hand down the thick length of him. I hear him growl softly as I slowly slide back up. He grabs my hand and backs me up to the bed.
“My turn, wildcat.” His fingers unbuckle my shorts as he slides them down my ass dropping them to the floor. My black lacy thong is the only thing I’m wearing as I step out of my sandals and shorts. His eyes shine with need as he fingers the lace before lowering them to the ground. Reaching behind me, he throws back the covers. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he demands. “If I’m only going to allow myself one night, I’m going to taste all of you.”
Desire floods through me at his words. I sit on the edge of his bed and watch him kneel before me. He spreads my thighs and puts my feet on the bed, opening myself up completely to him. His tongue licks up my inner thigh, and I collapse back on the bed as sensations take over my body.
When I feel him take a long stroke up my center, I can’t help the loud moan that escapes past my lips. “Oh God, Travis.”
“You taste just as good as I thought you would. You’re so wet for me. God, I’m so hard for you right now,” he breathes against my skin.
I arch my back as his tongue dives deep, devouring me in every sense of the word…mind, body, and soul. When he replaces this tongue with two fingers and works my swollen bud with his tongue, I feel a burning start to form and know I’m close.
“Let go for me, wildcat. Let me hear you come undone for me.” He sucks hard on my clit, and I cry out as my walls start to constrict and pulse around him. Pleasure surges through me as I grip his hair tightly. He growls against me as my bodytrembles and shakes for him. I sag against the bed, my breaths coming out fast and hard.
He lifts his head with a wicked grin on his face before standing. I watch him lick off my arousal on his fingers before sucking them clean. Heat shoots to my core again as I watch him savor my taste. He removes his shoes and lowers his jeans and boxers before standing to full height.
My eyes go wide at the sight of him standing there fully naked in front of me. He’s way bigger than I thought anyone could be. I lick my lips as I take in the entire length of him. He’s swollen and glistening on top as I see a drop appear. I eagerly get to my knees and crawl over to him, wanting to taste and feel him with my mouth.
“Did you just crawl to me? God, I think that image will be one I jack off to for years to come,” he softly laughs.
“I guess I did.” I grin at him before getting up on my knees and reaching for him. He sucks in a breath as my hand circles him and slowly starts to stroke him. I look up at him, and his head is back with his eyes closed. His muscles are straining, and I can tell he’s trying to hold back with me. The thought of watching this man lose control and come undone for me has me pressing my thighs together.
More precum comes out, and I bend down to swipe it with my tongue before bringing him deep into my mouth. “Fuck,” he says in a strained voice. His hands go to my hair, and he grips it tightly, causing me to moan against him. “You like that?” He pulls harder, and I go deeper down on him, taking him to the back of my throat. “You feel so fucking good. As much as I want to cum in that gorgeous mouth of yours, I want that sweet pussy more right now.”
He pulls out and reaches down for his jeans, getting a condom out of his pocket. He tears it open with his teeth before sliding it on. Hovering over me, he backs me up on the bed andcrushes his lips to mine. I can taste my arousal still on his tongue, and it only fuels my desire. He bites down on my lip before sucking it hard and releasing it.
His greys meet mine, and I dive into their depths. “You ready, wildcat?” He whispers as he centers himself and holds my gaze. I nod my head and feel him stretch and enter me. I start to close my eyes as he slowly fills me. “Open your eyes for me.” I do as he says and stare into those intense eyes as he sets himself fully inside me. I tremble beneath him and ignore the parts of me that know I’m in way over my head. I catch a glimpse of what I’m feeling in his eyes before he quickly shuts it down and kisses me again as he starts to move against me.
“You feel so fucking good. Just like I knew you would.” He says the last part so softly I can barely hear it.
I open my legs wider as I cross my ankles at his back, allowing him to go deeper. I groan as he starts to go faster. My fingernails scratch down his back, causing him to moan with me.
I feel the edge of an orgasm coming on as I grip him tighter. He’s so deep inside of me with each thrust that when he goes even harder into me, it causes an explosive wave of pleasure as my orgasm rips through me. I cry out as my vision goes dark with the intensity that rocks through my body.
“Fuck,” he yells, as I feel him pulse inside of me, following me over the edge where neither one of us know where we are going to end up landing. He’s breathing hard above me as he looks into my eyes. The greys are like a raging storm—a battle going on inside of him. I see them clouded with desire and longing but also fear and anger.
He slowly pulls out of me, breaking eye contact. “Is the bathroom right there?” He asks pointing to the door off my bedroom.
“Yes,” I saysoftly.
“I need to clean up. I’ll be right back.” He gets off the bed, and I watch him walk away. I pull the covers up suddenly feeling exposed. I’m not sure how this is going to play out now that we both got what we’ve been wanting.
He walks back in, and I can’t help admiring his body again. He avoids my eye contact and throws his boxers and jeans back on before putting on his t-shirt. My chest feels tight all of a sudden as I watch him get ready to leave. He’s not staying the night, that’s obviously clear.
When he has his shoes on, he stands up and runs a hand through his hair. He’s looking anywhere but at me.
“Travis?” I barely get the word out, my throat feeling tight and swollen. He finally meets my gaze and I see the storm in his eyes that’s still raging a battle. What happened to him to fight this hard against what he’s feeling? I’ve been with guys before and went through the motions of just pleasing each other but what just happened between us was nothing like I’ve felt before. I know he felt the connection, too. I felt it every time he touched me. What we just did was way more than just a fuck.
“I’ve got to get going.” He tears his gaze away and fists his hands at his side. “I’ll see you around.” He turns and walks out the door. I hear the front door open and close before my mind catches up with me at what just happened.
