Page 99 of Nightmare

“Thought we were going out?” I ask no one in particular.

Jax groans from his seat, his attention fixated on the tv, even with his hand rubbing up and down Summer’s leg next to him.

“What’re you watching?” Travis asks with a laugh, snapping his fingers in the air to try to get their attention.

Summer is the only one to turn her head, “Miss Congeniality.” She grins, looking from Mac to Jax – then back to where we’re standing. “They’ve never seen it.”

“That’s because they aren’t twelve-year-old girls.” Travis responds making me throw my head back and laugh, because they are obviously sucked in without shame.

I shake my head, “Okay, I’m going to shower, then we can talk about reentering society.”

There’s a collective chorus of groans as I spin on my foot, give Trav a kiss then head down the hallway.

Once I’m inside the bathroom, I turn to close the door behind me and slam face first into the solid wall of muscle that is Travis’s chest.

“Ah!” I laugh, jumping, “What’re you doing?”

He laughs, pulling me into him with strong hands, “I thought we were showering.”

His face falls into the crook of my neck, rubbing me with the stubble that’s popped up on his jaw, creating a burning sensation on my skin.

I chuckle, “Well, I thoughtIwas showering, but please feel free to join me.”

He doesn’t respond, just starts kissing along my neck as his hands explore my waist and hips. Then he’s walking me backwards towards the shower, kicking the door behind him.

“This bikini is driving me crazy, pretty girl.” He groans, quick hands pulling at the string tied around my neck.

My back hits the glass of the shower door making me hiss under my breath at the sudden chill that snakes down my spine. Travis pulls the remaining string to my top, the fabric falling to my feet, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples instantly pebble then he’s dropping to his knees to pull one into his mouth, the warmth of his tongue making me cry out.

My hands thread into his hair, then his hands slide into my bikini bottoms, pushing them down my legs, leaving me completely bare when he’s still fully clothed.

My nails dig into his scalp a little, and he hums around my nipple as he continues to assault it with his teeth and tongue. My pulse races, sending sparks through my veins, burning me from the inside out.

I slide my hands to his shoulders, pulling at his t-shirt to let him know I need his skin on mine. Now.

He shakes his head, letting my breast pop free from his mouth, then he’s lifting my leg over his shoulder to place his face in between my legs.

His breath is hot on my core, he flicks his eyes up to mine where I’m watching him, and slowly sticks his tongue closer to my slit, ghosting it over the skin, making me wriggle onto his face.

He chuckles, “Always so impatient.”

His hands find their home on my thighs, and he squeezes the flesh before teasing my entrance with his tongue, leaving heat and longing on every inch of me. He kisses me between the legs slowly with closed lips, then makes his way back up to my hips, biting at the flesh and spreading his tongue across every inch of me he can reach.

He opens his mouth, sucking the skin above my pussy into his mouth, leaving marks on my skin. He’s a patient man, I’ll give him that. Savoring every second we have together like he always does.

I, however, am not a patient woman.

“Travis.” I moan, and he gives me an evil look in response.

I’m two milliseconds away from shoving him onto the bathroom floor and straddling his face when he finally drags his skilled tongue through my center, making my clit throb and pulse.

I moan loudly, unable to control myself, then he’s pressing into me to lick me from the inside. My hips move on their own, my thighs tight and secure under his hands, and I start grinding myself onto his face.

Travis’s tongue is strong underneath me as he presses in and out of me, I move against him, dripping onto his chin. His hands flex on my skin, and I silently beg him to bruise me, brand me, claim me.

“Fuck,” I moan, my head falling back against the glass as my hips dance on his face, then he’s slipping out of me to lick upwards – finding my clit firm and needy. His fingers are there in an instant to replace the emptiness he’s left inside of me, his tongue flattening for me to rub against as I ride his hand.

I come with a curse and a scream, tightening around his fingers as he licks at me quickly to intensify my orgasm – keeping me over the edge longer than I’ve ever been before.

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