Page 16 of Light It Up Red
“Thank you.” My back arches into his touch. I almost forget my plans to run this show when he rolls my nipples through his fingertips. “Shit,” I hiss.
I bend forward, forcing Travis to drop his hands, as my tongue darts out and I lick around his right nipple before sucking it into my mouth. His hips lift off the bed and his hard cock presses against my core. My skirt has already ridden up and my lace panties are doing nothing to hide my arousal. I don’t stop, though.
Instead, I move across to the other nipple, flicking my tongue over the tip and then sucking hard. Travis combs his hands into my hair, fisting it as he holds the stray locks away from my face, and stares down at me. “I’ve never seen a more fucking beautiful sight.”
I start making my way down his body, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. Until I position myself between his legs, reach back inside his sweats, and free his cock. Travis groans the moment my hand makes contact. The tip glistens with precum as I bend forward, stick my tongue out, and lick. He hardens in my grip. I continue along the underside and around the front again.
“Babe, stop fucking with me,” he grinds out, and I smile up at him.
I like that I affect him just as much as he affects me. I open my mouth and take him as far back as I can manage while my hand wraps around the base to cover what’s left over.
“Fuck me,” Travis hisses and grinds against my face.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck up and down his length. Slowly. The feel of him in my mouth is arousing. I don’t want to stop, but I need something for myself. So I reach down, between my own legs, and press my fingers to my clit as I continue to suck. I moan around his length.
“Fuck, nope, not happening,” Travis grunts, forcing me to look up at him just as he tugs me up and his cock pulls free from my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“I’m not letting you get yourself off, babe. That’s my job,” he says before spinning me around like a rag doll as he positions my body so that I’m on top of him, my ass inches from his face. “This will work better.” He presses on my spine, guiding me forward again.
My hand returns to his cock, and I take him back into my mouth. Travis pushes my panties out of the way as he slides his fingers through my wet folds. I pause, losing myself to the pleasure.
“If you stop, I stop. Don’t fucking stop,” he warns.
I nod my head, because I have manners and all that. Never speak with your mouth full, am I right?
Travis’s tongue circles around my clit, and I have to force myself to focus on the job at hand. I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel. My thighs shake, my orgasm building fast, so I increase my efforts. Sucking harder and faster. I need him to come. I want him to lose control for me.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” He taps my hip, but I don’t stop.
I want him. I want all of him. And as soon as I feel the first squirt on my tongue, my own orgasm washes over me. I swallow as much as I can, while my body convulses with wave after wave of pleasure.
A few seconds later, we collectively fall back onto the mattress, lying head to toe, each trying to catch our breath. Travis’s hand lands on my thigh. “Fuck me, babe, that was so fucking hot,” he says. “Five-minute intermission before the next act.”
“Five minutes,” I agree, because I still don’t feel like I’ve had my fill of him.
Chapter Eight
My arms tighten around a body. A soft body. Smooth skin. And my nose buries into a neck. I breathe in a hint of vanilla and berry. “Lili,” I whisper.
“This waking up at the crack of dawn thing needs to stop,” she groans.
I open my eyes, reach out a hand, and brush the hair off her face. “The day is young. Why waste it?” I tell her before pressing my lips to her forehead. “Besides, I have to be at the team jet by noon and I want to take you to breakfast first.”
Lili pops one eye open to glare at me. “You want to take me to breakfast? Like, in public?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“People will see us,” she states the obvious.
“So?”
“I’m not sure I want people to see us.”
“Well, fuck, I’ll try not to let that blow hit my ego, babe.” I laugh. Although, deep down, I’m wondering what the fuck is so wrong with me she doesn’t want anyone to see us together.
“It’s not you. It’s very much a me thing,” she says, then adds, “Well, it’s a my family thing. I don’t want this to stop, and I know you’re not going to want to see me again after you meet them. And that’s okay. I get it. I come with a lot. But I want to be selfish and keep you a bit longer.”
