Page 14 of Always Heated

“Because you had a boyfriend.” Travis glances over his shoulder. “You want me to propose?” He sits up and slips out of bed to rummage in the pocket of his pants. Pulling out a small box, he mutters something to himself and puts it back in the jeans. As he slides back into bed, he sighs, “You deserve better than a naptime proposal, Cass. Yes, I have a ring, and yes, I want to marry you, but you’re already engaged. I know how you feel about cheating; I’ll never put you in a compromising position. But I’m also not going to stop wanting you, even if you walk down the aisle to another man.”

“Travis,” I breathe, my cheeks heated.

“I said no sex noises,” he teases with a smirk. “I’m serious, Cass. As long as you’re engaged, I won’t touch you.”

My smart mouth would typically get me in trouble right now, countering with a “what if I touch myself?” Thankfully, he turns away from me, effectively ending the conversation.

Despite the comfortable mattress, I can’t sleep. Zack is a good man, but so is Travis. He may have been a fuckboy when we were younger, but he’s grown up. Still, I’d give anything for Travis to turn back, take me in his arms, and kiss me senseless… with his hand slipping into my panties. I stifle a groan as my stupid hormones betray me.

I’m going to have to choose between them, and Zack has no idea. As soon as I’m home, I need to fill him in on all of it. He deserves to know I’ve been fantasizing about the beautiful man sleeping next to me, even if it hurts him.

travis

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Iroll over, reaching for Cass, but find cold sheets. I’m a man of my word, even if my dick protests my chivalry. Checking the time, my alarm hasn’t gone off. I rub the sleep from my eyes; I was only asleep for two hours.

With Cass gone and my cock begging for attention, I do what any sane man would do and slip my hand into my sweatpants. Closing my eyes, I imagine her here with me, lips parted and moaning my name as she rides me.

“Yes, right there. You’re so big, I?—”

No, she wouldn’t say that… even if I am.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Travis.”

Okay, that’s better.

Precum seeps from my tip and I stroke faster, envisioning Cass playing with her tits as she rocks deeper onto my cock. Her head falls back as her moans and whimpers fill my room, keeping my hands firmly on her hips, then reaching to grip her perfect ass. Fuck, her ass is incredible. It was hot when wewere younger, but I can’t wait until it’s clapping against my thighs as she takes what she wants from me.

“Don’t stop… Grip my throat… Just like that… I’m about to come… Yes!Travis,” Cass moans and I unexpectedly come all over my chest.

Except, her voice wasn’t in my head.

My hand still on my dick, I listen for movement, hearing nothing. Not even Inferno.

I clean up the best I can without a shower and strip off my shirt, then make my way downstairs. Cass is on my couch, gasping for air.

Fuck!

She could have asthma, allergy, a heart condition, or any number of reasons for struggling to breathe. My EMT training kicks in and I rush to her, but when I reach the back of the couch, her face is relaxed, hand in her sweatpants.

Was she thinking of me?

Remaining behind her, I lean in beside her ear, my voice raspy as I command, “Give me one more, Cass.” I can still keep my promise and not touch her. Cass sucks in a breath, but I assure her, “I came so hard listening to you. Now, I want to watch how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of me.”

She doesn’t move her hand, refusing to face me, and still insists, “I wasn’t touching myself.”

“If I slipped my fingers into your tight cunt right now, I’d find your pussy soaked for me, wouldn’t I?”

“No.” The lie is shaky, and her hand still hasn’t moved.

“Dip two fingers in your pussy and prove you’re not wet for me.” Cass adjusts, gasping as she plunges her fingers deep. “That’s my good girl. They glided right in, didn’t they? Curl them like I would, and grind against your hand.” Her eyes still closed, sweet whimpers passing her lips. I can’t take my eyes off her as she does as I ask. “Pull them out, show me you’re not wet for me.”

“I’m not wet,” she lies through her labored breath.

“Show me, Cass.” She whines as she removes her glistening ring and middle fingers from her pants. “Let me taste how much you don’t want me.” With my hands firmly braced on the back of the couch, she lifts her slick fingers, offering them to me. My promise was to not touch her, but tongues don’t count, right? Leaning in a few inches, I slip her fingers into my mouth, groaning as I suck them clean. “I can’t wait to have my face between your legs, making you come over and over until you’re begging for my cock. How many times have you touched yourself thinking of me?”

“Never.”

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