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“Come again?”
Bella snickered and rolled to her side. She propped her head up with her free hand. “Is that an offer?”
He rolled to face her, mimicking her pose. She loved how comfortable they were being naked with each other. In her past, after sex, she was the one to cover up. She liked it rough and tumble, but there had always been a small bit of shame that followed her loss of control. There was none of that with Travis.
“Not an offer. A promise. But tell me what you meant about me not really being sorry.”
For a moment, the way his nipple piercings winked in the moonlight distracted her, teased her. She considered tabling the conversation until she satisfied the urge she had to taste the metal again.
“Hey,” he said, snapping the fingers of his free hand in front of her face. “Eyes up to mine, please. You’re a nympho,” he chuckled. “Anyone ever tell you that?”
“No, but no one has ever been you before either.”
“Probably a good thing.” He tweaked her nipple and she moaned, leaned into the touch. It was gone as soon as it had come. “Tell me.”
“If you were truly sorry, we wouldn’t be going at it like a couple of animals in mating season.” It was refreshing that she could be honest with him about what she was thinking or feeling at any given moment. Something about their no-strings arrangement freed her tongue from restraint. She wasn’t trying to impress Travis or keep him. She wouldn’t deny that she’d love to be in his bed every night. She wouldn’t deny she wanted that for the foreseeable future and longer, but that wasn’t what he offered her.
“One thing has nothing to do with the other,” he continued in a soft and timid tone, as though he didn’t believe his own words. She called him on it.
“One thing has everything to do with the other, Travis.”
Her circumstances pulled the rug out from under her and meant she was no longer sheltered by money or name. She and Travis were on a level playing field, or at least a lot more level than when they’d been younger. She no longer had a free or easy ride. And if she were honest with herself, she liked it that way. She liked working. She liked having a hot man in her life, even for a few days. She had a newfound confidence in putting one foot in front of the other. She wasn’t going to tiptoe with him or anyone else, including herself.
“Shit, Bells.” He moved lightning quick. She was on her back and he straddled her in the span of time it took to inhale the air between them. “What do you want me to say?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “Fine. Yes, one thing has everything to do with the other. Your current situation in life, how its knocked you down several rungs and left you in debt to me made it easier to approach you. It made it easier to get what I’ve wanted since the first time I saw your wet body through a bathing suit on this very lake.” He covered her body with his. “It was a black one piece, you remember? Your nipples pointed just enough to make every guy within view hard as a fucking tree trunk. It hugged your ass when you climbed up to the floating dock out in the middle of the water and …” He licked his lips. “And if you laid down in just the right position? We could all see the wet fabric pulled tight between your legs.”
“Oh God,” she groaned, aroused and humiliated by her younger self as seen through Travis’ eyes.
“You were beautiful and so sexy with your curves when every other girl was stick thin. But you were untouchable, especially for someone like me. I spent my life covered in dirt and grease and your mama wouldn’t have let me within a mile of you. So yeah, your current circumstances make getting near you much easier.”
His words, while harsh and honest, fueled her need. He was using her, and in some ways she was using him too, and she couldn’t find it in herself to be upset or offended. They were both getting something they’d wanted for years. Each other.
She pulled her knees up and spread her legs. It was his turn to be surprised and his gaze widened, but only for a second. He took the move for what it was—an invitation.
He slid back, lifted her legs with his arms under her knees, and shifted until he pushed inside her. She arched and in one smooth motion, he had her heels on his shoulders. It changed the downward angle of his cock and lifted her ass. She was open, vulnerable, and she wouldn’t want to be any other way. Not with him.
“It’s taking advantage, my bedding you, but I had to, Bells. You’ve teased my dick, my imagination since we were teens.”
“And the reality?”
Travis stopped and stared down. “Fuckin’. Hot.” He leaned forward and the move forced her knees in toward her chest. She felt the stretch all along the backs of her thighs. It also forced him deeper. “I’ve had you in ways I’d only dreamed about and not even in all the ways I want.”
Her brain latched onto that last little nugget of information and filed it away for later. At the present, though … “Tell me more.”
“Insatiable girl,” he said.
Her stomach flipped at his affectionate tone of voice. It then flopped over again at the words that followed and the hard, plowing motion of his hips. He drove into her. Pulled out. Over and over, punctuating his thoughts with sexual exclamation points.
“I want you under me, over me. I want to be behind the counter in the flower shop with my mouth pressed against your pussy. I want to bring you to the garage and put you on your knees with my dick in your mouth. I’m pretty sure I can work like that. More?” he asked as he lowered her legs and wrapped them around his back.
She wiggled and readjusted herself beneath him, and he touched his chest to hers, his lips to her ear. He never stopped moving inside her. “Spank you with a thick rubber belt from a car, leaving grease tracks on your pretty bottom. Finger you in broad daylight out on the floating dock for everyone to see. Fill you with everything I can find to fit in your sweet cunt that shouldn’t be there. Tempt you, tease you, suck you, spread you. I want you tied wide open and offered up to me as if you’re the exact treat I’ve been craving. I want to slide on you, up in you, pull you down on me, make sure you remember these moments every time any man thinks to fuck you.”
Bella shuddered on his cock, her orgasm so hard and acute, tears leaked from her eyes. She grunted with animalistic need and Travis obliged. He plowed into her with long, punishing strokes. No man had ever said those kinds of things to her. No man had ever made her come with only their cock inside her. No man had ever made her feel so wanted, desired, so carnal.
She bucked under him, arched. He lifted at the same moment and snagged a nipple between his teeth and tugged. Her fluttering didn’t stop. It flowed through her, kept her riding the shockwaves each time he dragged against her walls.
“I love that I can make you lose control like that,” he rasped as he rose above her.
Seconds later he knelt over her throat and presented his cock to her mouth. She wanted him to come inside her. She wanted that feeling of him losing control while buried in her body.
“Take the ring between your teeth. Yes, baby. You got it. Now,” he said as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and began stroking, “tug on the ring. I know how much you… God, yeah. Tug harder.” He gulped breath. “Fuck, Bells.”
Cum hit her lips and teeth and she let go of the ring as he fed his cock into her mouth. She greedily took it, held it, sucked him down. He grabbed hold of her head and fucked her throat.
“Think that one … think that one might have killed me.” Travis crawled off her and lowered himself to the deck. He wrapped her in his arms and his heartbeat thundered in her ear. “Hottest fuckin’ piece of ass I’ve ever had,” he whispered into her hair.
“You’re not alone in that,” she whispered back before closing her eyes, sated for the moment.
