“You are a vision,” he said. “An angel. A princess.”
“Your princess needs her prince.”
He took his time getting undressed, drinking me in with his eyes like I was an exquisite oil painting. I put myself on display for him, posing and teasing him as he tugged his tie off and tossed it to the side.
One by one, he undid the buttons of his shirt, teasing me as each second revealed another few inches of his powerful torso. He was even more built than he’d been in college, years of hard-packed muscle layered on from intense professional workouts. The telltale tingle between my legs telegraphed how much my body approved of the changes.
Travis shrugged off his suit jacket and shirt in one go, setting them on the back of a chair.
“I never saw you wear anything like this in Florida,” he said.
I smiled. “I didn’t wear much of anything at all in Florida, if I recall correctly.”
With a quick pull, he removed his belt. Seeing the strip of leather in his powerful hands sent a twinge of desire through my body.
The pants dropped to the floor next, and this time, he didn’t bother to set them aside, kicking them out of the way.
That left his boxer briefs. I couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of seeing him fully revealed before me once more. I’d never come across a specimen as magnificent as him—not that I’d slept around too much looking, but enough to know how special he was.
The tables had turned, and I was the one who couldn’t look away from his body.
“Do you want me to remove these?” Travis asked, his thumbs in his waistband.
I gave him my sexiest look and ran a hand down my body. “I think you’ll have to for both of us to get what we want.”
The top of his underwear slid down from his hips. Slowly.
So slowly.
An expanse of trimmed hair led like a carefully manicured lawn to the enormous tree trunk below. The base of the shaft appeared first, then more and more. He pushed the boxer briefs down for what felt like forever, and he still hadn’t revealed his full manhood yet. Finally, the head appeared as his cock sprang free of the tight fabric, engorged with blood and heavy with his lust.
“Is that for me?” I asked once I’d gotten over the sight of him.
He’s so hard.
That was all just from looking at me. I’d never felt sexier in my life.
“All for you, Sexy.”
He stepped out of the underwear and crawled onto the bed, prowling up the length of the king-sized mattress until his body poised over mine like a lion guarding its kill.
His skin was a layer of softness over the hard muscle underneath, his abs rock solid under my fingers as I ran my hands along his body. Everything on him was so hard, and tight, and big. The striations in his shoulder muscles bulged as he went to his elbows over top of me, bending his head to take my lips with his own.
Just like always, there was no awkward opening act to figure out what the other person would do. There was no bumping of teeth or mismatched timing. We sank into each other like we’d practiced every day of our lives, like we’d been made for each other. Travis’s tongue played with mine just the perfect amount. He nibbled my lower lip with perfect force. His hand buried into my hair and tugged with the gentle pressure that sent me into the stratosphere.
He kissed the underside of my jaw, then my neck, his tongue hot on my skin.
“Yes, Travis.” I’d dreamed of this for so long. Too long. I couldn't believe it was finally happening.
I’d tried to avoid it all season, but I’d made my decision. I might as well let go and enjoy the moment and forget about the consequences for a little while longer.
The muscular athlete moved down my body, exploring every square inch, rediscovering everything I had to offer. His lips traveled miles, criss-crossing my skin as he inhaled my scent.
With a touch so light I barely noticed what was happening, he unhooked my bra to expose my breasts to his attentions.
When he latched onto my right nipple, I cried out from the intensity of the pleasure. There was something supernatural about the way his mouth made me feel—no one else had ever come close to evoking the same sensations, no matter what they tried.
No one could match Travis King.
He switched between my breasts, taking his time, enjoying them like a snow cone on a hot summer’s day. His tongue lapped the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I let my hands find his head and play with his thick hair, eyes falling closed to concentrate on the sensations he awoke in my body.
Hungry for more, Travis continued his downward journey, his lips finding my hipbone and his teeth nibbling at the crease of my inner thigh. I’d worn the tiny black panties over top of the garters so they could be taken off without fussing with the garter belt, and Travis took advantage of the situation.
No matter what he’d said about me, I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious as he looked at me for the first time in five years.
What if his preferences have changed?
I shouldn’t have worried.
“Juliette,” he said, his eyes finding mine. “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s even prettier than I remembered. I’ve spent years waiting for the chance to taste you again.”
No man had ever said anything so comforting, reassuring, and so damn hot all at the same time.
He didn’t even give me a chance to respond. Remembering how much he loved to tease, I expected a long and drawn-out campaign to make me squirm and beg before he finally licked me.
Instead, he fell to business as though dying of thirst, quenching it between my thighs. The instant he contacted my sensitive lips, I fell back into the covers and moaned, unable to contain the explosion that fired like a cannon through my body. Energy crackled along my nerves, burning sweet ecstasy along my limbs as he held me down and reminded me why I’d spent the past five years pining after his memory.
I’d been turned on almost to the tipping point from the intense anticipation of getting dressed in sexy lingerie and sneaking into his room. On top of the way he’d pampered the rest of my body before giving me head, I was about to blow.
Incredible sensations blasted my body and my mind as Travis took me over the edge faster than I’d ever experienced.
“Oh, Travis! Yes, keep doing that!”
My legs wrapped around him, holding him to me as my hips bucked involuntarily, driving my clit harder against his lips. Waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core, sending tingles through my body and taking away my eyesight for a few moments as my brain struggled to deal with the happy chemicals flooding my body.
Travis guided me through the storm like an expert navigator, every touch and kiss perfectly timed to let me down gently from the nearly inescapable highs he’d thrust me up to.
By the time I regained my senses and fought to control the trembling in my legs, Travis kissed my inner thigh and climbed back up my body.
I opened my eyes to see his smug grin.
“Well, hello, Cocky.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that to you.”
“Let me guess. About five years?”
His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. “How’d you guess?”
I laughed and shoved his chest. It barely moved him, but the hard muscle felt too good to resist, so I wrapped my hands around him once more.
“Are you ready?” he asked, settling into place above me.
I didn’t have to ask for what. I’d been waiting for it for five years.
“I’m not sure. Go slow. You’re so much bigger than any guy I’ve had since then.”
“Are you on birth control?”
I nodded. Only because my insurance covered it—I hadn’t been getting enough sex to justify it otherwise.
He leaned forward, and his head came in contact with my lips. I reached between us and grabbed hold of him for the first time in five years. He filled my hand to an impossible degre
e.
“Really slow,” I reminded him.
Thanks to the intense orgasm he’d just given me, I was wet and relaxed, and despite the challenge, he pushed inside me with less trouble than I anticipated. There was no pain, just the searing, pleasurable stretch as I shifted to take him inside me. He kept going and going, each inch widening my eyes at the sensations he sparked deep inside.
“I can’t believe it,” I said. “Did you get bigger since Florida?”
He grinned. “I don’t think so. You must have just forgotten what it felt like.”
“No wonder we had so much sex. This is ridiculous.”
His stomach flexed on top of mine, and a moment later, the resultant rush of blood through his cock plumped it up even wider inside me, stretching my walls that extra bit more.
“Whoa! Do that again.”
He granted my request and then fucked me with long, slow strokes, almost removing his entire length before sinking back in. My eyes rolled back into my head at the sheer pleasure of it, the sweet friction unlike anything I’d felt since the last time we’d been together.
“Yes, Travis, yes. Fuck, yes, Travis!” A litany of words streamed from my mouth, an unconscious encouragement for him to keep up his pace and drive me closer to my inevitable conclusion.
“You’re so damn tight, Juliette,” he breathed into my ear, quickening his hips until he slammed into me.
I writhed around his big cock as it pinned me to the bed, unable to keep myself from squirming, unable to deal with the intensity of the orgasm that threatened to tear through my existence.
“I’m coming,” I said. The words barely left my lips, robbed of their strength by the lack of breath in my lungs.
“Me too,” Travis replied. “Me too.”
His hips drove into mine another time, then once more before stilling. His cock swelled within me again, this time in a series of spasms that drove me that little bit deeper into my bliss.
Travis fell on top of me, burying his face into my shoulder.
“Wow,” I breathed once I’d regained my equilibrium enough to form words. “That was insane.”
An unintelligible groan agreed with my assessment.
I rested my hands on his back, in complete comfort despite his cock softening inside me and his body sprawled over mine. No matter what we did, we always fit together.
It’s too bad we can’t do this again.
Chapter 14
~Travis~
PAST
“You’re such a bad girl,” I said.
I pressed Sexy against the wall next to my door, hand in her hair and the other in her panties.
“Oh, fuck!”
Her eyes opened wide as my fingers found her pussy and slid inside, finding the places within her that drove her wild every time.
The door to my room was only somewhat secluded—anyone could round the corner at any time.
“Cocky, we need to—oh! We need to go inside. What if someone sees us?” She squirmed against the wall, writhing on my hand even as she tried to push me away. “I want you inside me again.”
I took her wrists in one of my big hands and pinned them against the wall above her head. “We aren’t going inside the room until you come for me.”
Sexy didn’t respond—not with words.
Her lip trembled, and she moaned, her eyes never leaving mine. We stared at each other as I stroked my fingers inside her, the silky slickness of her flesh tight around me.
Voices echoed from the path to the beach.
“Cocky. Stop. People are coming.”
I said nothing, but pressed harder against her g-spot until her eyes fluttered and she couldn’t talk over the involuntary moans I coaxed from her.
It was a race to see what happened first—Sexy coming, or the approaching group turning the corner and seeing my hand up her skirt as I pinned her to the wall.
“Fuck, yes. Right there, Cocky. Don’t stop doing that.”
I wanted to kiss her neck, but I couldn’t stop looking deep into her eyes. A flush spread across her face and her eyebrows knitted together as she stopped making sounds entirely, caught in the throes of her climax. The walls of her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and I stilled their action as she rode my hand.
As she came off her peak, I removed my hands from her as a half-dozen students rounded the corner from the beach.
Sexy stood up straighter and smoothed her skirt as the group walked by. She couldn’t look in their direction, keeping her eyes on me until they passed.
“Cocky!” She slapped my chest. “I can’t believe you did that!”
I grinned. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself.”
She shook her head, but smiled. “You will get me into trouble, won’t you?”
I pulled her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“I’d like that.”
Once inside, I remained in control.
“Bend over the bed for me.”
She put her hands on the bed and thrust her hips back at me, looking over her shoulder. “Like this?”
I couldn't believe she didn’t have more experience—she knew how to work her body. I took a moment to admire the view. Her short skirt crept up far enough that I could see how her panties were still askew from my ministrations.
“Exactly like that.”
We were both ready to go, so I didn’t waste any time. I dropped my shorts to the ground and pulled off my shirt. I saw the way Sexy looked at me, unable to tear her eyes away from my abs and my chest, so I flexed them for her, the bulging muscles rippling in the dim light.
Then her eyes dropped lower.
“Come here,” she purred, wiggling her ass at me. “Take me.”
I didn’t need a second invitation.
The way her pussy wrapped around my cock felt so good that I could have spent my entire life in that position and it wouldn’t have been a waste.
Who needs football and fame and fortune when I can have this?
Sexy had already come, and she was looking for more.
“Fuck me harder,” she said. “I know you want to.”
“Careful, Sexy. You’re playing with fire.”
“Then burn me, bad boy. Show me what you’ve got.”
I growled. This woman knew what to say to egg me on.
I slammed into her from behind, driving all the way inside with one vicious thrust. Sexy was driven forward a foot from the power of my hips.
“Oh! Fuck!” She pushed back at me, recovering just in time to catch the next thrust.
We fell into a rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as they always did, but this time, it was harder, faster, rougher than ever.
I spanked her ass—not the loving, gentle smacks I’d given her to this point, but full-force.
“Yes!” Sexy tossed her hair over her shoulder and dropped her chest to the bed, submitting to me and what I did with her body.
Her moans melded together into one long scream as we built toward a fiery peak.
Just as I slammed into her for the final time, we dropped a couple of feet and a loud boom echoed through the room.
“Whoa!” The sudden fall caught me by surprise in the middle of my orgasm, and I slipped out of Sexy, spraying my load across her back.
She collapsed onto the mattress and I fell beside her, rolling onto my back.
“What just happened?” she asked.
The headboard leaned back against the wall, and there were gaping holes where the frame had been attached until moments ago.
“I think we broke the bed.”
“Really? Wow.”
She giggled after a few moments, and it was contagious. Before long, we howled in laughter, rolling on the bed that now rested on the floor.
Sexy held her hand up. “That’s awesome. High five?”
This woman is perfect.
PRESENT
Fucking Juliette hadn’t robbed me of my drive and determination to win.
Part of me had been worried
that the only thing fueling my exceptional performance on the field was the need for Juliette’s touch, and once I had it, I would lose the focus that had led the team to this point.
If anything, pumping her had pumped me full of more testosterone than my body knew what to do with. I barely felt tackles on the field during games, and pressure never fazed me. Each pass was on point, and every time I ran the ball, I danced through the opposing defense at will. I never wanted the feeling to end.
The only problem was that Juliette never let me near her again.
Having the chance to claim her body once more should have shaken the need, freed me from the desperate desire to be with her every moment of the day and night, waking and sleeping. Instead, my obsession reached new levels.
Every practice and game, she stood on the sideline, watching, with a direct line to my heartbeat. If she wanted to, she could make a chart of every time I looked her way from the spikes in my heart rate.
Every practice and game, I tried to corner her and talk to her, to get a sense of what has been going through her mind since the glorious reunion of body and spirit we’d shared.
Every practice and game, she slipped out of my grasp like a wily roadrunner.
The only times I could get anywhere close to her were with dozens of teammates and staff around, and even then, we exchanged only the barest of courtesies. Every time she said, “hi, Travis,” I was shocked no one noticed the electricity between us, the way every hair stood on end. I couldn’t help but be aware of the slightest hitch in her breathing when she looked in my direction.
Just her presence was enough to make me overheat, even in the arctic tundra of the air conditioned meeting room.
The only things that burned off enough energy to let me sleep were football games and lifting weights. It helped that the weight room had a big window into the lab, so I could sneak glances at Juliette as I fought to subdue the visceral attraction that pulled at me every moment. She rarely caught me looking—it was like she forgot the window was there most of the time.
I was by far the last player at the practice facility today. Thanks to a hard collision during practice that had sent two backup players to the quiet room, Juliette and Dr. Kent had collected new and interesting data that held them late.
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