CHAPTER EIGHT
Sky had never been more nervous in all her life, she wasn’t sure if it was the way Travis’s eyes turned stormy, that he’d said that he would make love to her, or that there’d be no more hiding. She audibly gulped as he looked her over, acutely aware that her pants were at her knees, her panties were precariously hanging off, and that her entire body shivered and not because she was cold.
“I’m sorry that you hated your body so much that you cut yourself,” he said as his hand came up to cup her cheek. His chest hit hers and his growing erection hit her belly, making her sex hum.
“And I’m sorry that your father beat you and burned you.” She rested her forehead on his and he sighed. “It’s different when it’s not done by your own hand.”
“It’s harder, more personal when it is,” Travis insisted.
Sky looked up into his eyes. She’d wanted this moment her whole life. Imagined it to be as sensual and erotic as sex could possibly be with a lover. Would it be as amazing as her mind had dreamt up? Or would it disappoint her once more? And was she willing to chance it? As his other hand came up to cup her other cheek, she realized that she would, she could, she must.
“Travis,” she practically pleaded, hearing the fire pop in the background.
“Skyla.” He kissed her nose softly. “I’m sorry her words made you do this.” His finger moved to trace her scars again, and she felt tears threaten her eyes. “I’m sorry that you wanted me so much, and I had no idea. I’m sorry you never thought you were good enough, because you are, Sky. You’re too good…for everyone!”
Sky closed her eyes against the emotion building inside her. She didn’t want to cry again. She wanted to beg him to love her like she’d always wanted, to take away some of the stigma she still felt, but as she opened her eyes, she knew she wouldn’t need to be begging.
“I never felt good enough either… especially for my hard-ass, abusive father who drank himself to death years ago. I realize now that I’ve still been trying to be good enough for him, prove myself, protect my brother who he scarred too, only in a different way. But dammit… I’m done proving myself. This is me. Me standing here before you, asking if tonight, you’ll let me be good enough for you.”
Skyla smiled and nodded. She moaned aloud when he tilted her face up with his big palm and kissed her, allowing the outpouring of emotions to transform into passion. A passion she’d never unleashed until that moment. A passion to be overcome by the one and only man who’d ever held her heart—Travis Redmond.
She realized it was true. He’d always held her heart in his hands even if he hadn’t been aware of it. She’d given it years ago without truly knowing she’d done so. It was evident as she kissed him back with unrelenting fervor. His lips were hungry yet giving at the same time, tender yet furious, soft and hard. His kiss held her captive and set her free, gave her life and took it from her all at once. She moaned again, letting his tongue invade her mouth and stroke across hers, seducing her even more, for that’s what Ares had done… or had it been she, Aphrodite, who’d seduced him? She wasn’t sure for he seemed to be as captive as she was in those moments, overwhelmed by the burning desire between them as he, too, moaned and rubbed at her belly with his hard, hungry sex.
His palm on her face moved into her hair and his fingers interlocked with her strands, gripping her scalp as he turned her head to feast on her mouth. His other hand moved down her bicep, brushing the knuckles down her bare arm. When had she lost her flannel? She didn’t know and didn’t care because all she wanted was to feel her naked skin against his hard, muscular body. She began to pull at the shirt covering his frame in a futile attempt; when she didn’t succeed, her hands went underneath to grip his pecs and caress his enticing washboard abs. She had no idea his muscles could have her so aroused, but it was happening.
He chuckled when she, once more, attempted to rid him of his shirt and pulled back. “Alright, Fireball, I’ll shuck it.” In one motion, he peeled the shirt over his head and slung it aside. “Better?” he asked, raising a brow.
“Mmm,” Sky responded, feeling fully awake and alive as she looked his gorgeous body over. Sinewy muscle wrapped every inch of his shoulders, chest, arms, and abs. He was truly a “God of the Gridiron,” as the fans were beginning to call their Atlanta Gladiators. “God, you’re so sexy.” She ran her hand over the expansive black tribal tattoo that covered his left pec, shoulder, and bicep.
“Me? No, you are. I’m ready to see my Aphrodite in all her naked splendor.”
Sky was momentarily taken off guard as she looked up into Travis’s unwavering eyes. She didn’t protest as the thin tank top was pulled over her head and his large palms moved to unhook her bra. When it fell from her frame, she held her breath as his eyes roved over her now naked torso.
He grinned as his fingertips touched her chest. “I could trace all the constellations with these enticing little freckles of yours, Sky.”
She shivered as his fingertips moved down her cleavage, eager to feel him touching her breasts.
“I hate my freckles.”
“And I adore them.” He leaned in—to prove it she assumed—and touched them with his tongue individually before swirling it around to play connect the dots with the generous spattering of brown spots marking almost every inch of her porcelain flesh.
Skyla’s womanhood was literally humming and she could feel her core moistening before his tongue finally found her nipple and began to swipe it back and forth. She gasped as his mouth covered her peaked flesh and he suckled her, his other hand gripping the other breast, kneading it greedily. She was literally quaking as his mouth and tongue had her center dripping with desire before he popped off and smiled up at her.
“I love tits—I should’ve mentioned—and yours, baby, yours,” he groaned and took them both in his palms, “are exquisite.” He leaned down again to love the opposite breast and had Sky moaning and reaching for his manhood before she was upended onto her back on the couch.
She gave an “ummph,” as Travis pulled off the jeans that hung from her legs and his frame settled over hers. He kissed her once more, slow, sensual, and almost torturing as a hand moved unhurriedly down her breast, her belly, and to the delta of her thighs which were splayed to accommodate his massive legs between them.
“Oh fuck, Sky, you’re so wet for me, baby.” He practically growled as his thick finger moved into her folds and entered her. She gasped and arched her hips. “Mmm, my greedy little kitten.” His mouth moved back to her breast and suckled her again as his finger began to fuck her. She became a greedy little kitten, hungry for the orgasm her lion was building inside her. She gripped his shoulders, running her hands down his chest as she moaned and arched.
Sky was far too close when Travis moved, his entire frame dropping down. His face hovered over her lower body and he grinned big, the grin of the cat with the canary in his mouth. “Aphrodite, my exquisite goddess, I worship at your altar.”
Before she could even respond, Travis’s mouth was at her womanhood and his palms were cupping her ass as he began to feast, the feast of a starved man. His tongue and lips and teeth assaulted her and she almost lost her mind, whining and bending and begging as she rubbed herself against him. His fingers entered her as he sucked at the swollen bud between her thighs. She screamed out and threw her head back, her sudden orgasm coming in splintering beauty. She felt tears fall down her temples as she sputtered and moaned and came back to earth to see her god of war waiting eagerly, a mischievous look on his handsome face.
“Mmm,” he moaned and licked his lips. “I don’t know what’s hotter, Fireball, your moans or your taste, or your pussy squeezing me so tight I could get off without even being inside you yet.” He growled once more as he came back to his knees, his prominent erection looking as fierce as the rest of him. Sky licked her lips, wanting to taste him too, and touch him and feel him buried deep inside her. “See, fuckin’ Aphrodite. I told you.” Her eyes came back to his; they�
�d darkened even more now. How was that even possible? “Come here, woman, before I die from anticipation.”
Sky giggled even as he pulled her hips toward him and jerked her up and off the couch. She gasped as he moved them to the floor, to the big bear-skin rug in front of the fireplace. She cupped Travis’s cheek with one hand and blindly grabbed for his cock with the other as he aligned their bodies.
He scolded, “No, no, darlin’. I’m an impatient god. I can’t wait. I need to be inside you now.” His fingers came back to her drenched sex as she spread her legs wide.
Just as he guided the head of his member to the entrance of her body, she gasped sharply. He stopped and looked up at her apprehensively.
“Travis, I—”
“What? Oh! Shit.” He frantically moved back to his jeans and fished a condom out of his pocket. In lightning speed, he had it unwrapped and sliding down his shaft. He returned to come back in between her legs but before he entered her, he stilled and rubbed a hand on her belly, seeing her uncertain eyes. “What is it, baby? Tell me.”
Sky was somewhat embarrassed that she was almost thirty years old and had never had an internal orgasm or an orgasm ever with a man inside her. Perhaps something was wrong with her, but she wanted Travis to know. She didn’t know why, but she wanted him to know. “I—I’ve never orgasmed during—”
His eyes burned as bright as the fire before them and his hand came up to cup her breast again before his finger stroked her chin. “No worries, Fireball. When I said I was going to make love to you, I wasn’t exaggerating.”
With a wink, he slid into her and she gasped, from the incredible feeling of being filled by his thickness and the awe of it too. She was getting everything she’d ever dreamed; Travis Redmond was having sex with her. And as he leaned down to cover her body with his, the emotion became too much; she felt the tears run down her cheeks as he pulled back and thrust again, shivering and moaning.
“Fuck, Sky, you feel amazing, baby girl.” His lips returned to hers as her hands gripped his brawny biceps, the muscles twitching as he made her his. She moaned back into his mouth and tangled her tongue with his as his rhythm increased and her thighs gripped him tightly. “Shit, Skyla, I never— God.” He growled and pulled up on his haunches. He lifted her hips in his hands, moving his palms to her ass, and dipped his hips, the angle of his length hitting a spot she never knew existed and she climbed as he began to move quicker inside her.
“Oh my God, Travis, holy…” she trailed off before literally screaming as her orgasm crashed into her. Her body was ravaged by spasms she couldn’t contain and her mind soared as tears continued to gush from her eyes in rivulets.
Her body was set back down as Travis moved them both, turning her onto her side and laying behind her. One arm moved beneath her to grab her breast as the other opened her thigh and tucked it behind his. She felt him penetrate her from behind and moaned again. His hand moved from her leg to the delta of her thighs and he stroked her wet folds as she sighed wantonly. God, his cock and fingers and mouth sucking at her neck was destroying everything she’d ever known of sex. It could be as amazing as she dreamt—it was amazing—as Travis brought her to yet another earth-shattering orgasm.
“Yes, my sexy Aphrodite, come for me. Fuck, baby. I can’t hold back. I—” An unhuman roar came from his lips as he bit into her shoulder and thrust hard into her. A battle-cry of old, the melding of lovers, as he emptied himself inside her. His grip on her was possessive and sexy as he came, and it made her self-esteem soar that she could reduce this massive man to a quivering bundle of nerves as she just had. When his breathing finally returned, his lips moved over her flesh and made her shudder. “Damn, Skyla. That was incredible.” He moved the hair off her neck and kissed her shoulder, his fingers continued to torture her swollen flesh and taut nipple.
Emotion soared through her again, and she was disappointed that she hadn’t touched his penis at all. “I—I didn’t even get to…” she trailed off.
“Get to what, Fireball?” He pulled out and turned her in his arms.
He was even more beautiful in a post-coital state, his eyes now back to their soft blue, the storm within him calmed. He stroked her cheek with his finger and kissed her nose.
“I didn’t get to touch you,” she blurted out finally, trying to hold in a sob.
“Baby, you can touch me anytime you want.” His eyebrows bobbed.
“But…” She looked down, unable to explain to him what she’d meant.
Another log cracked on the fire, it was dying, and Sky shivered as the cold nipped her skin.
Travis jumped up, his gloriously naked body so impressive. An athlete trained for battle, built to forge through the line of the enemy, a true powerhouse.
“Damn, you’re droolin’, darlin’.” He winked. And she realized she’d ogled him while he threw more wood onto the fire. “Stick your tongue back in before I find a place for you to put it.” The sexual promise in Travis’s voice was inescapable as he came back to her side, propping his head up on his bent arm. “Now what were you sayin’ about wanting to touch me?” His tone turned playful, and Sky realized once again that she was clueless when it came to the opposite sex.
She breathed heavily as Travis’s free hand came to hers and he guided it to his condom-less crotch; he must have shucked the prophylactic when he’d gotten up to attend to the fire. She realized as her fingers touched him that his member wasn’t flaccid—was it ever completely flaccid? She cupped it and squeezed lightly, getting a groan out of him. She became fascinated by the length and girth that grew harder and longer in her hands the more she stroked it, the veins that popped up, and how it jerked when her thumb moved over the tip. She’d never really gotten to be so personal with an erect male sex organ before, her inexperience had always stymied her from doing so.
“Baby, mmm, damn, look what you did,” Travis scolded. “I’m hard again. What on earth are we gonna do about this?”
Sky couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm and bit into her lip, another wave of confidence washing over her. She wasn’t sure where it’d come from, but she felt as sure as Aphrodite, a wanton woman of seduction, love, and passion at that moment.
“I know what I’d like to do. I’d like to worship my Ares, as the god of war should be worshipped.”
The dark eyes that stared into hers would have frightened her if she’d not been so turned on herself. She gulped again and worried her lip, fearful that now she’d promised something she wasn’t sure she could give. She looked down at the generous erection she was stroking, frightened that she couldn’t take him down her throat, that she would embarrass herself when she puked on him due to her overexaggerated gag reflex. What had she done? What had she gotten herself into?
As if she’d spoken the words aloud, Travis moved and stood before her. Sky hit her knees, looking up at him, his raging boner so prominent and enticing and she did the unthinkable even as his palm came to her cheek. “Sky, if you—"
“No, I want to,” she murmured up at him and gripped his shaft in her hand again. She looked back at his cock, the cock that had haunted her dreams for as long as she could remember, the cock that had just given her multiple orgasms. She intended to try and return the favor, even if she couldn’t finish him as he was used to being finished off.
A blush took her cheeks as she pulled his member to her lips and kissed the head of him, getting another deep moan from his throat. His reaction spurred her on and she opened her mouth to take him in. Slowly and with a pounding heart, she guided his girthy sex into her mouth and down her throat, inch by rock-hard inch. She adjusted and was able to take him further in than she ever thought possible. Then something happened. An instinct, a drive, a womanly characteristic she wasn’t familiar with took hold of her and kicked in.
Travis moaned as she moved her mouth over him, slowly and with calculated precision. Her hand came up to cup his scrotum and the other moved from the base of his member she was gripping up his belly to h
is chiseled abs. His fingers interlocked with hers there and he groaned again. “Yes, baby, fuck, that mouth…so fuckin’ hot.”
Once more, his words propelled her onward and her speed increased as his grip on her hair tightened and his hips began to rock into her. Having him be putty in her hands did incredible things to her own body, and she moaned too as her hand moved from his abs to her wet folds, stroking herself as he’d done earlier. “Yeah baby, make yourself come. Damn, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.” Sky’s grip tightened on his scrotum and her speed increased once again. Her grip returned to the base of him as she sucked him hard and popped off, licking the head of him before shoving him back down her throat. “Jesus, Sky, you suck my cock so good.”
Sky moaned around him as she shoved her finger inside herself and went to town. Her head bobbed even as she grinded on her finger. “Fuckin-A, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Come, baby, come for your Ares while you worship him.” And she did, moaning and coming undone as she continued to gobble down his cock like a pro. “Aww, fuck, Sky. Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, baby, do it. Down my throat.” She grated out before returning her mouth to him and went crazy, fisting his member with one hand as she sucked and stroked his scrotum with the other.
The snarl that came from him this time was as terrifying as it was alluring. She took the load he shot down her throat as he thrust against her, gripping her hair with a force that made her sex clench.
“Fuck, Skyla. Sonovabitch.” He whined as his movements slowed and he stroked her cheek. “That was the best fuckin’ blowjob I’ve ever had, baby doll. You really know how to worship your god.” Sky looked up into his surprised face and grinned, pulling her lips from his sex even as her tongue licked the tip and made him shiver.
“Well, I’m not called Aphrodite for no reason,” she quipped with a shrug and got a laugh out of her Ares, his waning erection bobbing in front of her as she tickled his thigh.
“Told you.” His brow raised and he came to his knees, aligning their bodies. “I hope you know that I’m not finished with you tonight. Ares has more battles to wage still.”
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