Page 40 of Nightmare

Name…Unknown.

I shrug internally and I’m on the move again before I can talk myself out of it.

I dodge bodies, stepping over discarded plastic cups and empty bottles of beer on my way to…Unknown. Once I reach him, I assess the situation for any obstacles.

He’s sitting with a few other dudes – all of them equally as big and bus-like, I assume they play football as well – holding a beer bottle in one hand and laughing at something someone said.

Before I can rethink my decision, I’m draping my arms around his shoulders, pulling at the dirty blonde hair at the back of his head to angle his head up towards mine.

I see his eyebrows shoot up before I press my lips to his, then he’s gripping at my waist with his giant, meaty hand – pulling me closer towards him.

His friends start makingwhoopingnoises all around us, and I thank the gods I chose these immature little fucks, because the noise is definitely going to get Travis’ attention.

He’s actually not that bad of a kisser, his tongue is soft but strong and he lets me control the kiss any way I want. Before I can pull away, he’s lifting me with one hand –one fucking hand!– and pulling me onto his lap. My legs spread on instinctand situate themselves on either side of him, my hands lacing into his hair even harder when I feel the decently sized package pressing into my lady business.

Alright, I could work with this.

The room disappears, and the music and voices around us are just white noise. I get lost in this giant guy’s rough kiss and start grinding myself on his lap for everyone to see.

Football man is sucking on my tongue just how I like, I’m humming my pleasure through my nose when the spots where his hands are gripping my waist go cold, then I’m ripped backwards in the air like some sort of doll, tongue out and all.

“What the fuck?” I yell, throwing my hands back to smash into my attacker.

My hands are gripped by bigger ones, and I glance down to look at them, finding a certain pair of tattooed hands.

For Christ’s sake.

His mouth finds my ear, while I’m still being pulled through the room, the partiers around me paying no attention to my very obvious abduction.

“Are you trying to make me jealous, pretty girl?” He all but growls into my ear, his warm breath fanning my skin.

I grunt in response, then I’m thrown down onto a giant unfamiliar bed, Travis crawling on top of me.

His big body covers my small one, then he presses his hips into mine, showing me the wood he’s brought with him.

His mouth falls to my chest, and his voice is a mumble against my flesh as he kisses my skin, “Answer me.”

My hands fly up into his hair, “No.”

He chuckles, continuing to kiss along the flesh of my collarbone, then my neck, “You want to know what I do when I’m jealous, Olivia?”

Fuck, there’s something about the way he says my name that has my stomach flipping. He breathes out my name like it’s the first breath of fresh air he’s ever been given. Like he can’t help growling a little when he says it.

I clench my thighs together, and he laughs against me again while continuing to explore my skin. From my neck to my jaw, then up to my ear.

“You saw me come in. I know you did. I saw you run out to the patio.” Busted.“And then you decided to jump that guy to get my attention. Well, you have it,” He presses his erection into my clit making me gasp, “What’re you going to do with it?”

Whether it’s the alcohol running through my veins, or the heat of his body on top of mine making me spin, I crack a smirk and push at his head to show him right where I need him.

In between my fucking legs.

His eyes find mine when I keep pushing him lower and lower, and I press my teeth into my bottom lip. “You wanna fuck me even when I was just rubbing my pussy on some other dude’s cock, Trav?”

His eyebrows raise and his eyes heat before he slips his hands under my panties and rips them like the fucking hulk and throws them onto the floor behind us, then pushes my dress up past my hips.

His mouth sweeps in, his thick lips rubbing against the heat between my legs, a grunt vibrating up his throat when he finds me soaked.

He pulls his head up to look at me panting above him, then he licks my arousal off his lips before he speaks, “Is this for him? Or for me?”

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