Travis was beautiful and calm. He asked me questions and gave me options and never attempted to pressure me to do something he wished I would. Even though I had only been in his presence for snippets at a time, I knew he was a genuine person. A man who had been beaten down and broken, just like myself.
“Who hit you?” Travis asked.
I threw my arms around his neck and crashed my lips to his. Travis was the escape I needed. Travis was the distraction I so desperately wanted. If my father thought that he could sell off my virginity to the highest bidder, then I could take from him the one thing he thought gave him power.
I would give my virginity away to a man of my choosing, then I would let the pieces fall as they would.
As I kissed a man for the first time, allowing my tongue to dance along his lips, Travis slid his arms around my waist and picked me up. He carried me into his cabin and kicked the door closed behind him as the heat of his home blanketed me. His arms were strong. Throbbing against my back as he carried me down the hallway, our lips entangled as his tongue met mine.
For once, I was in control of my life. For once, I was excited for what was to come. For once, I was making my own choices.
And in that moment, I chose Travis.
Eleven
Ava
The door to his bedroom shut and we were cloaked in darkness. I could feel a heat pooling between my thighs I’d felt multiple times before. But I had never acted on it. I had never dared to try and figure out what was going on for fear that my father would find me. Come bursting into my room at any moment and catch me exploring myself. I stuck to reading books about my body. How a woman’s body was laid out and what everything was supposed to do. I knew my body in and out in a practical sense and in a sexual sense, but it had never been put to practice.
The only thing that made me appealing to my father’s business whims was the fact that I was still a virgin.
My back descended onto a bed as Travis’ lips devoured mine. I could feel this beautiful pressure burning in my chest. His hands were rough and calloused, traveling up my shirt and dancing along the trim of my bra. Electricity was surging through my veins, taking me to heights I’d never experienced before. His beard was tickling my skin as my hands drifted over his back, tentatively feeling his muscles undulating underneath my touch.
I felt something pressing into my thigh, causing me to gasp.
“What in the world?” I asked.
Travis pulled away as I looked down, my eyes widening at the sight. Holy hell, that was his cock. That massive protrusion I felt pressing into my leg was supposed to go inside of me.
I found Travis’ eyes again, his amber orbs gleaming with debauched intent. But I felt my nerves getting the best of me and I pulled away, sitting upright on his bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I just… it’s just… big,” I said.
“Thank you for the compliment,” he said.
But my eyes whipped back up to his and I could see his face sink.
“Shit,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“I didn’t even think about that,” he said.
“Please don’t go away. Come back,” I said.
I reached out for him but he pulled away, standing to his feet with his head bowed to the floor.
“You’re a virgin,” he said.
“Why does that matter?” I asked.
“It always matters,” he said as he turned around. “That kind of thing matters.”
“Why?”
“Because your first time should be with someone special. Someone you love and care about.”
“If it was up to my father, my virginity would be sold to the highest bidder,” I said.
“No one works like that, Ava.”
“My father does,” I said.
It must’ve been the sincerity in my voice, because Travis slowly turned around to look at me. I saw the hesitancy in his eyes. The way his primal nature had curled back into his gut. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I should’ve kept my head in the game. I felt tears of embarrassment rising to my eyes, and I curled my legs into my chest to keep them at bay.
“I’ve never gotten to make my own decisions in life,” I said. “Never. I’ve always followed the plan my father had. And if I ever bucked up to him, then I was punished. Harshly. But this is my body. It’s my virginity. And I want to choose who I give it to.”
Travis’ eyes locked onto mine as a tear dripped down my cheek.
“I don’t want my body explored by someone who’s just gonna… use it for their own pleasure. Take what’s theirs and leave. That’s what would make it special for me, Travis.”
“I don’t love you,” he said.
“Well, I don’t love you either. I’m not asking you to love me. I’m only asking you to explore me.”
His eyes raked down my body as I uncurled my legs from my chest.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“More than anything I’ve ever been in awhile,” I said.
“You know we’ll have to talk about why you came back. Why you just showed up on my porch,” he said.
“And that’s fine. You deserve those answers.”
“And you deserve someone who will treat your body with the care it deserves,” he said.
His knee dipped onto the bed as I stood to my knees. He shuffled towards me, his hand rising up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed my tear away as my eyes danced between his, then his hands dropped to the hem of my shirt.
“If you get uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me to stop. I will in a heartbeat,” Travis said.
“I know,” I said. “I know you will.”
Slowly, he lifted my shirt from my body. I was kneeling in front of a beautiful man with only half my clothes on. My hands pressed into his chest as his arms wrapped around me, undoing my bra in one swift movement. I felt my breasts hanging against my skin as the piece of fabric fell to the bed, then I watched Travis’ face dip to my chest.
He sucked one of my nipples between his lips as a groan peeled from my throat.
My hands worked his shirt off his head, my fingertips running over his chiseled muscles. I couldn’t stop taking him in. The breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his chest. I watched his back flex with every move he made as his beard tickled its way down my body. His lips were heated against my skin, causing me to roll my hips into him without my coaching.
Without my thinking about it.
Looking into his eyes, he slowly slid my pants away from my body. Soon, I was bare for him, my skin on fire with the sparks he was igniting against my body. His hands drifted up my thighs, shivering me to my core as I laid my head back down onto the pillow.
I had an idea of what he was going to do next, and I was bracing for the sensations I had read about.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Just fine.”
I felt his lips descend to my pussy and a shot of electricity jolted my abs. His hands slid my legs on top of his shoulders as my heels dug into his back. His tongue darted out, lapping at my pussy as my hands curled into the sheets.
It was more than I could’ve ever imagined. Involuntary moans were pouring from my lips as his tongue flicked my clit. My heels dug into the sinewy strength of his back as his arms kept me positioned right where he wanted me. His tongue pressed into me as he lapped me up, swallowing down my juices. My hips were rolling into him, bucking against his beard as fire burned through my veins.
“Travis. Oh my gosh. What… I don’t… oh shit.”
I had no control over anything. I didn’t know what I was saying, I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t know how I was feeling. All I knew was that stars were bursting in my vision and my toes were curling. My back was arching off the mattress and Travis was holding onto me tighter than ever. My pussy burned, spreading a tightening ache all around my body. My jaw droppe
d and a groan shot out from my throat, filling the caverns of his bedroom as my pussy contracted time and time again.
Travis moaned into me, his tongue lapping thick strokes of my slit as I shook against his face.
I came down from my high, crashing to the mattress as Travis pulled away from me. He kissed up my body, leaving a wet trail straggling behind with his beard. He hovered above me, my eyes glassy with pleasure as he grinned down at me.
In a fit of passion, I grabbed his hair and pulled him down to me, tasting myself on his skin as I kissed him.
His arms wrapped around me and pulled me from the bed. He sat me in his lap, his massive cock dripping against my skin. I could feel him against my stomach, pulsing with need as my hands ran through his hair. It was much longer than I remembered. It cascaded almost down to his shoulders.
“Was your hair this long before?” I asked breathlessly.
Travis chuckled into my lips before he pulled back.
“I had it up in a bun,” he said.
“My father would hate that,” I said with a giggle.
“Good, because I can’t honestly say I’m a fan of the man.”
I looked down at Travis’ cock one last time and shook my head. It really was big, and I wasn’t sure if it would fit inside of me. I felt my body trembling at the idea as my hands slid down Travis’ chest, but then I felt his finger crook underneath my chin.
He pulled my gaze up to his as a tear leaked out of my eye.
“Not tonight,” he said. “You’ve experienced enough.”
“But you haven’t-”
“It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll survive.”
“No, no. I mean, there’s something I do what to try. I just… it’s not-”
“I know,” he said. “And it’s okay. What is it you want to try?”
I suddenly felt like I was put underneath a spotlight as my cheeks flushed.
“I’ve never been asked that question before,” I said breathlessly.
Travis dipped his lips down to mine and kissed me sweetly, pulling a moan from me before he cupped the back of my neck.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
My jaw was trembling as our foreheads connected. We were breathing one another’s air, my body seated in his naked lap. I had never felt so vulnerable yet so protected in my entire life. I felt beautiful and wanted as I shook with the aftershocks of my pleasure. I smiled, burying my face into his neck as he held me close to him. He was so warm and so inviting, and I was embarrassed to ask him for what I wanted.
But I knew I had to. If I was going to make a life for myself, I had to get used to telling people what I wanted.
“I want to give you a blowjob, but I don’t know how,” I said.
I heard him chuckle as he pulled away from me to look into my eyes.
“I can walk you through it, if that’s what you want,” he said.
“I do,” I said.
“Okay, let me lay down then.”
I slid from his lap and watched as his rock hard body laid down on the bed. His cock was standing tall and proud, the head of it angry with denial. It was already dripping for me, leaking a clear fluid I wanted to taste. I sank myself between his legs like he did mine and darted my tongue out, capturing the drop within my mouth as he groaned.
I shot my eyes up just in time to watch his eyes roll back.
“I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” I asked.
“No, no. Not at all,” he said. “Not at all.”
“Okay,” I said. “How should I start?”
“You’re not going to tell me how it taste?” he asked.
I watched him pick his head up as another flush tainted my cheeks.
“It was… different. Salty, but not terrible?”
The grin on his face made me shiver as his hand reached down to cup my cheek.
“Wrap your hand around the bottom of my cock,” he said.
I propped myself up as I did what he asked.
“I know I need to use my mouth, but beyond that I’m not sure. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me, okay? And if you want something different, just tell me. I know how this should work, but I’ve also read that everyone’s different.”
“You’ve read?” he asked breathlessly.
“Yep. Books are all I’ve had to educate me, so I’ve tried to read on lots of topics.”
I dipped my lips down to the tip of his cock and slowly wrapped them around him. His hand tightened around my cheek, causing me to stop. Then his hand drifted to the tendrils of my hair and tangled up within them. There was something primal that cascaded through my system. Something that sent electricity shooting through my gut again. I sucked on his tip and ran my tongue around it as his legs tightened, a small groan falling from his lips.
“Take in more,” he said.
I slipped more of his cock into my mouth, adjusting to the taste. I sucked and licked, hollowing out my cheeks and trying a few things I’d read. I traced my tongue around the edge of the head and felt his leg jolt. He groaned again, his hand tightening in my hair as I smirked.
I did it again and his hand came down onto the top of my head, pushing me further down his cock.
“More. More. Take more,” he said.
I could feel my spit traveling down his cock and hitting the outside of my hand. I started moving my hand, pumping the base of his dick as his hips began to roll. I gagged a bit at his length, causing him to stop his motions.
But it didn’t deter me. The sounds pouring from his mouth were just too good.
I looked up at him and saw his eyes screwed shut. The pleasure wafting over his face make my tits rise to painful peaks. More of that clear fluid was leaking from his cock, gracing my tongue with its saltiness. I took as much of his cock back as I could, stopping just before my gag reflex. I pumped my hand faster, feeling his fingers coil tighter within the tresses of my hair.
“That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop, Ava. Keep going.”
I picked up the pace, pumping faster and squeezing my palm around him as my tongue got to work. My jaw ached and my lips were swollen. My scalp was on fire with how hard he was gripping me. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel what I had just felt at the mercy of his tongue. I wanted him to lose control. To feel the kind of pleasure that had cascaded throughout my body.
I wanted to hear my name again. And I didn’t even know why.
I sucked him down one last time, hollowing out my cheeks and gripping his cock. His hips rose off the bed, sounds getting caught in his throat as I felt his cock pulse. Once. Twice. Three times. And that third time I felt my mouth being filled with something.
“Ava. Shit. Holy fuck.”
His hips were off the mattress and his body was shaking. His hand was tugging at my hair as my mouth was filled with his hot cum. I tried swallowing it down. As much of it as I could. But some of it leaked out onto my hand as I pulled it away.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. You don’t… have to… shit,” Travis said.
I allowed the rest of it to leak onto his skin as his cock began to rest between my lips.
I released him with a pop as his hand fell from my hair. My jaw was throbbing and my lips were burning, but it hurt so wonderfully. I scooted away from his body and looked up at him, watching a small sheen of sweat glisten on his rippling chest. Travis looked beautiful, sprawled out for me like that.
I crawled up his body, leaving kisses just like he did me. I got to his lips and hovered over them, his eyes opening to catch mine. His hand grasped the back of my head and pulled me down, my body covering his.
Then he turned us off to the side as his arms blanketed me, our bodies ready for sleep.
Twelve
Travis
I woke up the next morning with a girl curled up next to me that I hardly knew. A beautiful, vibrant, ignorant virgin who came from one of the most powerful families in all of Washington State. After we had coffee a few days ago-- and after feeling as if we had been watche
d-- I dove into her background. I used all the avenues I had at my disposal to research the young woman known as Ava Lucas.
But I had to look no further than my father.
I guess I’d kept myself ignorant to the idea that she was related to the Lucas Family because of what they were trying to do. Her father was the man that owned Breathline Energies. He was the man that had tried to slaughter my father’s name to the public just to get their hands on our land. They were the ones wanting to build the gas pipeline through all these beautiful mountains.
Ava’s father was the one sending scouts into the mountains that my brothers and I were firing off warning shots towards.
Having here here was dangerous. Having her in my home was dangerous. But having her in my bed? That was treasonous. Ava’s family was powerful, and that was why we never talked about our wealth openly to people around here. Because we never knew who was going to be related to those people. Because we never knew who would just come stumbling up on our fucking doorsteps.
Having her here was a mistake, plain and simple. But as I rolled over and covered her soft, supple body with mine, it was hard to see it that way. The gravity of last night dawned on my as I kissed along her shoulder. I had brought pleasure to this beautiful stranger of a woman that she’d never felt before. Her lips, virginal in their touch and warm with her desire, had been tainted for the first time with my cum.
I felt my body sparking at the remembrance of it all.
She was immobile. Fast asleep next to me with her long, beautiful brown hair in her face. I kissed the nape of her neck before I slid from her body, resigning myself to breakfast. I pulled on a pair of flannel pants and pulled my hair back, then set off for the kitchen.
I stood at the stove, scrambling eggs and cooking bacon. I pulled everything off the stove and starting making a fresh pot of coffee. I heard small footsteps padding down the hallway and I turned, watching as Ava emerged.
In nothing but my shirt from last night.
“Morning,” she said sleepily. “What smells so good?”
Her eyes fluttered up to mine as my cock grew against my pants. I turned myself around, resigning myself to the reality I saw running behind her eyes. I was a new experience. A risky decision. I was a getaway from the life she lived. Possibly a stop on her way to something greater. And I was okay with that. That was enough for me, having her here for a night or two. Even if I could only help her getaway. Even if all I could do was spark the slightest bit of hope and give her the slightest bit of control, that was enough for me.
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