by C. A. Rene
Her small hand circles around me and she slowly starts to pump up and down. Everything around me fades to the background and all I see and feel is Adri. When I feel her breath on me, I look down and watch as her tongue comes out to quickly lick the drop of precum off the tip. I can't hold in the moan that escapes me and my hips jerk forward of their own accord.
"Sorry." I mumble, "I'm kind of new to this."
"To having your dick sucked?" She grins as her mouth opens and she sucks me inside.
The feel of her warm, wet mouth has me on the brink of exploding. The slight scrape of her teeth as she draws me in further feels like fucking heaven. When she has most of me inside her mouth and her throat, she hums and swallows, constricting around me. My hand finds the top of her head and I push in a little bit further. Her gag startles me and I pull myself all the way out.
"Shit!" I tip her head back, "I'm so sorry."
"You really are new to this." She raises an eyebrow.
"I've watched porn," I roll my eyes, "but the whole gagging part doesn't look comfortable."
"It's not comfortable but it's not horrible." She places both hands on my thighs and looks up into my face. "Are you a virgin?"
"That obvious?" I run my hand down my face.
"More surprising," she chuckles, "you're so fucking hot."
"I didn't want it to be just anyone."
"I'm honoured. Are you giving it to me?" She stands up, "or are we just fooling around?"
"I want you to have it." I lift off my shirt and throw it into the pile of discarded clothing, "you already own my heart."
"What?" Her eyes widen.
"You heard me." I reach forward and pull her into me.
I reach behind her and undo the clasp of her bra, then I slowly draw the straps down her arms and pull the bra off her body. Her full breasts and dusty rose nipples tempt me and I lean down to take a nipple into my mouth. Her gasp and moan drives me on and I bite down while I grab her other breast in my hand.
"Oh God, Emmett."
I kiss my way down her stomach and end up on my knees in front of her. I slip my fingers into the straps of her G-string and pull it off. I kiss her lower stomach and lift her leg by the knee to drape it over my shoulder. Her glistening pussy meets my eye and I groan as I see how much she wants me. I grab her ass cheeks in my hands and pull her in against my mouth. Her smell taunts me as I slowly lick her clit and gently suck it into my mouth.
Her hands slide into my hair and she presses herself against me harder and begins to ride my face. I slide my tongue as deep as I can inside her and let her continue her grinding. Her juices slide down my tongue and over my chin. It's driving me crazy how turned on she is right now.
"I need to feel that cock inside me." She groans and slowly pulls back.
I have completely forgotten about the bear fur rug and lay on my back. Her feet move to straddle each side of me and I watch as she runs her fingers through her folds. As I watch her play with herself, I grab my cock and begin pumping it, imagining myself deep inside her wet heat.
She drops to her knees and hovers her wet pussy over my cock. My eyes stay transfixed on it as she positions herself against it and begins to slowly lower herself down. The feeling is the best damn thing I have ever felt, like a tight, wet sleeve caressing me and sucking me in.
Once she's completely seated on me, she lightly rocks her hips forward and I moan as I feel her walls clamp around me. Her head falls back and she rocks again on a loud gasp.
"You're so fucking big." She whispers.
I can't speak, I'm so wrapped up in the velvet feel of her insides. She raises herself up on her knees and slams back down onto my cock. I moan so loud and grab onto her hips. She does that a few more times, taking me on a ride I will never forget. I begin to set a rhythm using my hands to guide her and pumping up inside her.
I start to feel her walls clamping down hard and the sounds coming from her are loud and fervent.
"I'm coming." She gasps and begins to grind herself into me.
Her pussy becomes almost unbearably tight and I have a hard time thrusting into her. Her head tips back and she screams my name as she continues clamping around my cock. Her wetness begins to seep down and run down over my balls. The pressure I'm holding back rushes through me and I realize too late that we are not using a condom.
"Adri, I'm coming." I pant and try to stave it off with shallow thrusts. "No condom."
"It's okay, I'm on the pill." She says as she begins to move quicker.
Before she even finishes her sentence, I am coming so hard I see fucking stars. Her body falls forward on top of mine and she licks a line up the column of my throat. I’m still firmly lodged inside her and I'm sure I'm just as hard as I was when we started.
"Holy fuck," she groans and slowly moves her hips again, "are you sure you came?"
"Yeah," I moan as she squeezes me.
Her mouth presses against my ear, "I love you, too. I'm about to show you how much."
I open the front door and close then alarm it again. It's late because Adri and I thought four times was finally enough. I'm tired and my cock feels so sore but it's a good sore.
"Everything okay?" I hear Ember call from the family room.
I walk over and smile when I see her sitting there playing the shooting game I usually play, "yeah. All good."
"You're sure Travis is okay with this?" She lifts her brow in my direction.
"With what?" I ask innocently.
"I know a freshly fucked look when I see it." She chuckles.
"I promise he's okay." I nod. "Although, you may have to talk to Adri about New York. She overheard you talking about fighting there."
"Shit."
"Yeah." I nod.
"Maybe it's time to bring her into the fold." She says as she rubs her fingers along her forehead.
"It's a death fight, though." I come and sit beside her, "maybe it would be better to show her a regular fight."
"Adri is tough." She nods, "let's bring her this weekend. Eventually she's going to need to know. Looks like she's becoming serious to you."
"She is, but I don't want to scare her off."
"Adri is family, she's not going anywhere."
She sounds sure and I can only hope she's right. I don't want Adri drawing back and away from us, I really don't want her to back away from me. But Ember is right, if we plan on keeping Adri around-and I do-then she has to know everything. We will have to show her slowly because dumping all of it on her at once could cause permanent damage.
"Okay." I nod. "I'm heading to bed."
When I get to the top of the stairs, I see Travis' bedroom door open a crack. I can't explain why my heart picks up or the sudden feeling of nervousness. Maybe because I know I have to tell him about Adri and this would be the ultimate test. I don't want to lose him either and I'm afraid he could finally break and tell me to fuck off.
I open his door further and see him lying on his bed, rereading the letter I found in the book in his room.
"Hey." He says, startling me out of my thoughts.
"Hey."' I nod, "did you get a hold of her?" I point to the letter.
"No," he shakes his head and his voice trembles. "Her phone goes straight to voicemail. I think I have to report her missing."
"I'll come with you."
"Thanks. You're coming home late, is everything good?"
Aw shit, here we go. "I slept with Adri." I blurt out.
"Really?" His eyes widen, "how was it?"
"That's it?"
"We knew it would come to this right? This is what we wanted." He sounds so level headed about it, it makes me feel stupid for worrying.
"Yeah." I nod.
"So?" He grins.
"I love her," I answer seriously. "She said it back, too."
“Really?” He sits up with a smile on his face. “You both deserve this.”
“You do, too.”
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p; He smiles at me sadly and I can feel my heart breaking. I want him to feel like he deserves it. I want him to feel loved and I want to be the one that does that for him, because I fucking love him, too. Him and I are nowhere near ready to say that to each other yet but it warms me to know I’m feeling it. It’s very possible to love more than one person at a time, this is my proof.
“I need sleep if I’m going to function at school tomorrow.” I yawn into my hand.
“Okay, goodnight.”
I don’t know what makes me move towards him, but before I can process my actions, I’m leaning over him on the bed and my mouth is pressed firmly to his.
“Goodnight.” I say when I pull away.
His hand fists into my shirt and he’s pulling me back to completely ravish my mouth. His tongue demands entrance and I open my mouth relenting to him. He tastes so fucking good and when I’m close to Travis like this, I finally feel like I’m home.
He pulls away with a grin, “your scent is mixed with hers. It’s so fucking good.” I watch as he licks his lips.
I stand up and throw him a smirk, “it’ll be even better when the three of ours are mixed.”
His eyes darken with lust and all I want to do is slide inside those sheets with him. I force myself to back away and turn to leave his room. I take one final look back and he’s gazing sadly at the letter in his hands.
When I get into the room I almost shit my pants… literally. There, sitting on my bed is Ember, and just across the hall, with the door open, I had my tongue down Travis’ throat. There’s no way she missed that exchange. I stop dead in my tracks and listen as my heart threatens to jump out of my chest. I don’t know why I’m so scared, but I am. I’m not ready and I know Travis isn’t ready to explain this thing we have.
“Just wondering if you want to ride with me tomorrow morning?” She asks as she leans back on my bed.
Nothing in her face betrays whether she saw anything or not, but this is Ember and she could lie her way out of the most advanced technology the FBI possesses.
“Sure.” I shrug while feigning nonchalance. “I want to board with the guys at lunch anyways.”
“Cool,” she stands up from the bed and walks over to me. “Goodnight.” She clasps her hand to my shoulder and then leaves the room. “Night, Travis.” She singsongs and continues to her room.
Holy fuck, I think I just had a heart attack.
19
Coach is in my father’s office and I can’t really hear what they’re saying through the door. The hushed sound of their voices permeates through and I can tell it’s not a good topic. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming towards the door and I duck into the adjoining den.
“I just don’t think he needs to be forced into a situation like that.” I hear Coach say to my father. “He’s just really wrapped up in baseball.”
“I doubt that’s all he’s wrapped up in.” I hear the sneer in my father’s voice. “He’s fourteen years old, he needs to be a man. We were long men by his age.”
“It was different then, we didn’t have anything to work towards. Travis has talent. He can be in the major league.”
My father lets out a full belly laugh, “Travis will be taking over the family business. That’s the only reason I decided to have him.”
Wow, how sweet of him to show how much he loves me. Not that it surprises me, I’ve heard this plenty over the years, the only difference being he usually says it to me, not anyone outside of the family.
“Let me talk to him and I will see what I can do.” Coach attempts to persuade him one more time. For what, I don’t know.
“Why are you so invested in my son, Halbert?” My father asks curiously. I feel like the floor drops from beneath my feet. Could my father have an idea what Coach and I do together?
“I’m his coach,” I hear the slight hitch in his voice, and I can guarantee my father heard it, too. “I am invested in all my boys.”
“I’m sure you are.” I hear my father’s dry chuckle, “keep that investment away from my kid, Halbert.”
I hear Coach exhale heavily and they move to the front door. I take this chance to escape the den and move quickly upstairs to my room.
“Mister Travis,” Sonja’s heavily accented voice greets me as she exits my parents bedroom. “Everything is okay?”
“Yes, Sonja.” I smile at her, this woman is the only one in this big house that cares about me. “I was just going to get ready for bed.”
“Okay, you sleep well.” She pats my cheek and disappears down the hallway.
I’m just finishing getting into bed when my bedroom door opens. My father’s looming body darkens the doorway and I am instantly on alert. He rarely comes into my room.
“Son,” he sneers, “tomorrow you will be home before eight. I have a meeting you will be sitting in on.”
“Okay,” I answer with a small nod.
“Do not be late.” He says, “your mother will be leaving for her spa weekend and I would rather not waste the peace of her being gone.”
Again, his loving attitude is charming.
“Okay.” I repeat.
He abruptly turns on his heel and exits my room. I don’t know if this fear of my father will ever go away.
“Coach,” I yell out to him, knowing he’s somewhere lurking in this locker room while I shower. “I can’t stay late today, I need to get home for a meeting with my father.”
I turn off the water and wrap the towel around my lean waist. I’ve noticed my body changing a bit this year. I’ve become leaner and my muscles are more noticeable. I also shot up a foot in like six months. I’ve been getting a lot of attention from girls at school but Adrianna is still the only one I want. I just don’t know how to tell her yet.
Three of my closest friends have lost their virginity already and they’ve started to make fun of me for still having mine. I plan on losing it to Adri though, she’s going to be my wife so it only makes sense.
“What kind of meeting?” Coach’s worried face appears next to my locker.
“Not sure,” I shrug. “He didn’t say.”
“Maybe you should skip it.” He places his hand on my lower back.
“Are you dense?” I turn to look him in the eye. “He would beat me to within an inch of my life and enjoy it.”
“I just don’t want you to go there right now.” He stresses as he wrings his hands.
“Is there something you know that I don’t, Coach?”
“Just be careful.” He mutters and walks away with his head down.
Lately, I’ve been questioning the feelings I used to have for Coach. I was a young child starved for attention and he took advantage of that. But deep inside I still have this attachment to him. Something that keeps me coming back to him because then I can feel what it’s like to have someone love me.
Precious Blood Academy is not too far from my house. I decide to walk home instead of calling the driver. It’s about a fifteen minute walk and I take this time to think through the things I need to do in my life. First and foremost I need to get my father off my back, so if I act like I’m interested in the business and attend these meetings, he’ll ease up. Second, I need to sort out this shit with Coach. I need to put an end to our particular meetings because I know they are sordid and wrong. Last but certainly not least, I need to let Adri know how I feel. Being around her everyday and not kissing or touching her is driving me crazy.
The large wrought iron gates of our estate loom in front of me. The large Sphinx statues stand at each corner with a devilish grin on their faces. If I really look at them, the faces start to resemble my father’s.
He didn’t.
Yes, he fucking did. He’s so warped in the head. I open the gate with the code and start to walk up the large winding driveway. Our house is the biggest on this street. My father always talks about how his father was a founder of Whitsborough and our status ultimately comes from him. I really couldn’t care less,
if he was just as messed up as my father then I don’t care to know about him.
The front door opens in front of me and I see Sonja hoisting her large purse up onto her shoulder.
“Where are you going?” I ask her.
“Mister Greene ask me to go pick out new bedroom set for your mother. A surprise for when she get back.” She grins with excitement.
Her excitement only makes me that much more anxious, my father is clearing out the house. But why? I smile at her and nod as I brush by her and into the house.
"Mister Travis?" She calls out from behind me, "I will be in Toronto, you need anything?"
"No, thank you." I mutter and drop my stuff beside the front door.
"Your father have guest in the office for meeting. Do not disturb him, yes?" She asks.
"I need to be in that meeting." I look towards the den/office door. "Did you see who it was?"
"Yes," she nods. "It is woman, she look like business woman."
"Oh, okay." I don't know why in that moment I felt a hundred times better. I was worried about being in there with my father and another man.
I walk to the door and lightly knock, "Father?" I turn and watch as Sonja closes the front door behind her and a sense of foreboding comes over me.
"Yes, Son. Come in." He calls out, his voice scarily sweet.
I tentatively open the door and look around before I step inside. There certainly is a woman in here and she's sitting on a chair across from my father's desk. She does look like a business woman in a skirt suit but her skirt is a little short.
“Son,” he points to the lady sitting in the chair, “this is Tonya. She’s here for the meeting with you.”
“With me?” I ask, “you mean with us.”
“No,” a menacing grin comes over his face, “just you. I will observe.”
Tonya turns to give me a smile as her gaze roams over me from head to foot. “You’re right Robby, he is growing nicely.”
“I want you to give him the same treatment you give me. Or rather let him do what I do to you. Understand?” He’s looking at me the entire time he talks to her.
