Page 56 of Outplayed

Chapter Fourteen

Violet

We made it to his bedroom, slamming into the door as our mouths connected with a new-found fiery fever. God, I’d missed this. Him. How he could make my body react with just a touch, a kiss.

I tore my mouth away to kiss down his neck, then pulled back to tug my tee up and off my body. Travis groaned. He followed my lead, though he actually tore his shirt open, then dropped it to the floor.

He was fitter than his younger self. I licked my lips, wanting to trace the ridges I saw.

“Fuck. Do not look at me like that or it’ll be over in five fucking seconds. I know and remember the feel of your pussy, Lettie. I want inside before I come.”

Laughing, I undid my jeans and pushed them down while kicking off my shoes. “Then we’d better make it happen.”

“Yes,” he growled out. “Gloved or ungloved? I’m clean, been checked.”

It felt nasty speaking of it, but still, it was good to know because I was on the pill and I wanted to feel all of him inside of me.

“Ungloved. I’m good too and protected.” I unhooked my bra and threw it to the side. Cupping my breasts, I squeezed them, rolling my hands over them, then let my fingers glide to my nipples, where I pinched each one.

“Christ,” Travis hissed. He undid his jeans, forcing them down his legs. No boxers or briefs were in sight. He kicked them away and stood before me, stroking his large erection.

“God,” I moaned, remembering how full I’d felt when he was inside me.

“Remove your panties, Lettie,” he ordered. I hooked my thumbs in each side. “Slowly,” he clipped. I did. When I stood tall, his eyes were focussed between my legs. I ran a hand down my stomach to touch my mound. His eyes flashed with a hotter heat.

Spreading my legs more, I dipped in a finger and shuddered as it grazed over my already throbbing clit. It’d been years since I was turned on to the point a few quick rubs and I would be coming.

Years because I hadn’t had Travis. He was the last man who’d driven me mad with want.

Travis ran out of patience. He came at me, picked me up and threw me down to the bed. He grabbed my legs, hooked them over his shoulders and leaned between them. On the first stroke of his tongue, my back arched off the bed. The second had me gripping the blanket. The third I moaned, and when he sucked and rolled my clit with his tongue and lips, I cried out with the pleasure coursing through my body.

“Trav, babe, please. Need your cock.”

He hummed over me, causing my body to twitch. With a kiss, where his tongue entered my hole, he dragged his tongue up to my clit, then nibbled his way up to my mouth. I wrapped him tightly in my arms and kissed him back, hard.

He rocked against me, his cock sliding up and down my pussy, my wetness coating us both. I clamped my knees around his waist, holding him.

As I trailed my lips over his cheek, his chin, his neck, he groaned into my shoulder, all while rocking against me. His dick rubbed sweetly against my clit.

Travis pulled away quickly, grabbed my hips and flipped me over to my stomach. He forced my legs apart and rubbed his hands over my arse before entering me swiftly. I cried out, pain and pleasure mixing and filling my senses.

“Fuck, Lettie,” Travis growled into my ear when he leaned over me. “You remember my cock?”

“Yes. God, yes. So big.”

“Fills you just right.”

Nodding, I hummed, agreeing. He slowly withdrew and slid back in. “Yeah, baby, your pussy was made for me. Just me.”

“Yes, Travis. Fuck me.”

His leisurely stroke in and out of me wasn’t enough.

“Harder, babe,” I begged on a moan.

He groaned in the back of his throat. “You’ve always liked it hard.”

“Just from you.”

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