Page 27 of Always Heated

“Put me down!” I laugh, gripping his arm for dear life. “I have shit to do today.”

“So do I. You’re going to sit on my face until I tell you to stop. Your errands can wait.”

With my feet still planted on the ground, he bends me over my bed, ass in the air as I hold myself up on my elbows. “Fuck, never mind. I want you just like this.” Travis falls to his knees and pulls my shirt up to expose my bare ass. He presses a kiss to it, whispering, “Don’t worry, I’ll eat you later.”

I burst out in a fit of giggles. “Travis! I have to go!”

“One little taste?” He doesn’t wait for my answer, licking around my clit and slipping his tongue in my pussy.

“Oh, fuck, okay,” I concede as he continues licking and sucking. My legs shake and I’m breathless. I bite down on the comforter to stifle my moans, but he stops. “Damn it, Travis, I was close!”

Travis nips at my ass cheek, chuckling. “Then let me hear you.”

He resumes, bringing me close to the edge again, I’m right there, so fucking close I can taste it. Again, he stops. “Travis!”

“Yes?”

“So help me, if you’re trying to edge me…”

“No,” he laughs and sits on the bed beside me. “I love feeling you come on my cock, so you’re going to finish with me inside you.” Patting his lap, his smile couldn’t be wider. “Hop on.” I lift from my elbows and shift to straddle him. He stops me, turning me until my back faces him. “I want to play with your perfect tits and your swollen clit while you ride me.”

Travis lines up his cock until I’m able to slide down his shaft. I lift and sink down further onto him each time, until he’s fully seated inside me. My pussy is a little sore from this morning, but as ridiculous as it might sound, I felt empty without him inside me.

“Fuck, Cass. You’re fucking perfect.”

He pulls my hips and thrusts deep, and I cry out in pleasure as he slides his hand around to my clit. I reach behind his head, holding his lips in place while he kisses the spot between my neck and shoulder. Rocking back and forth, I pick up my pace, desperate for him to come inside me like he did this morning.

Trailing his fingers up my stomach, he whispers, “Open.” I’m not sure what he’s referring to until his fingers brush my lips. I eagerly wet his fingers, tasting a little of myself on them. Bringing them back between my legs, he continues circling my clit.

“Please, Travis, I need to come,” I beg as my pussy tightens around his cock. He teases one of my nipples, pinching. I cover his hand, encouraging him to be rougher with me. We both pick up our pace and his cock throbs inside me. “Come with me.”

He groans into my neck as we both find release. I soak his cock, his thighs, and part of my comforter as I come. It’s a mixof the two of us and the thought has me even more turned on than before. Not letting up, he continues teasing my nipple and my clit. I’m so sensitive, but he’s already building me up again.

Travis lays back on the bed and pulls my body until my pussy is hovering over his mouth. “One more, baby.” I shamelessly grind my pussy against him and he groans. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”

If he gets a taste, it’s only fair I do too. Lowering my face to his cock, I lick around the tip and take him in my hand, stroking him until he’s hard again. He tastes like both of us and something primal in me loves that we’ve claimed each other. I slip my mouth around his cock, hollowing my cheeks as I guide him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He moans against my pussy and the vibration has me doing the same around his thick cock.

Travis warned he would ruin me, and made good on his promises. While I’m in full control, I’ve never felt this wanted, this desired, in my life. Power surges through me as I fuck him with my mouth. He’s heavy on my tongue and I continue sucking as my lips slide up and down his shaft, until hot spurts hit the back of my throat.

Tugging on my thighs, he spreads me wider, and as he sucks hard on my clit, I shatter, shamelessly coating his chin. He doesn’t let up, wanting another from me. If we keep this up, we’ll never leave my bed—which I’m confident was his plan all along.

I crawl backward before he can catch me, until our faces meet upside down. “Are you not satisfied?”

“Never…” He chuckles, pulling my lips to his. “Don’t you dare get cleaned up. You can take a shower later, but I love the idea that we made a mess of your pussy and if you cough or sneeze, you’ll rememberexactlywhat I did to you.”

I let out a full laugh. “You’re impossible. Come on, I’m leaving. With or without you.”

travis

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We pull up to the florist and Cassidy gets out of the truck before I open the door for her. I give her a warning glare; she knows better. If she wants to be a brat, she’ll need to try harder.

As much as I loved this morning—and this afternoon—I’m not going to give in and turn this into some sort of fuckbuddy situationship. Caleb warned me with the grocery bag of romcom movies; I need more with Cass than amazing sex.

And, yes, she was the best I've had in my life.

I open the shop door for her, and she waits for me as she walks inside, taking my hand in hers and interlacing our fingers. I’ve always hated coupley shit. Turns out, I wasn’t doing it with the right person. With Cass, touching her feels natural.

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