by Jenika Snow
“That’s it, pretty girl, suck it just like that,” he grunted.
A gentle pressure of her teeth on the upstroke, a hard suction on the down stroke, and she was desperate to have him come, to taste his flavor. She used her tongue to tease the crowned head, to suck at the slick pre-cum that spilled from the slit at the tip, and to move her tongue back along the thick vein that ran on the underside. He groaned his praise, told her how good she made him feel, what a good girl she was.
“Yeah, baby, just like that, sugar.”
His words spurred her on until she was bobbing her head, doing exactly what he liked because she wanted his cum in her mouth. He may have her on her knees, submitting before him, but at this moment, with his cock in her mouth, she held the power. His hands tangled in her hair, keeping her head immobilized as he slowly thrust his hips forward, causing his dick to slide in and out of her mouth.
“God, so fucking good.”
She lifted just her eyes to stare at him, his cock still in her mouth. His head was downcast, his eyes half-lidded and completely focused on her lips.
“Watching my cock slide in and out of your mouth is such a turn-on, so fucking hot I’ll fill you with my seed, and make you swallow it all.” His hands tightened in her hair to the point of pain, and she moaned in approval.
Humming around him, she sucked with more enthusiasm. He buried his shaft all the way in her mouth, holding still for a moment as he breathed out heavily. His balls rested against her chin, and then he was coming. He pumped his spunk down her throat, made her swallow it all, and she wanted more.
When he pulled his softening cock from her mouth he gripped the base and ran the tip along her lips, and smeared his semen around, growling low in his throat. “I want you drinking up every last drop.”
She stared up at him when he moved his cock away from her. Neither of them moved for several long seconds. He gripped her arms and helped her to stand, pulling her into a tight embrace against his hard body. His throat worked as he swallowed. “I need to have you in my bed, under me with nothing on, and my cock buried in your tight little cunt.”
And just like that she was lost, gone for this man, as all common sense left her.
Chapter Thirteen
Pearl collapsed against the bed in Travis’s room, panted hard, frantically, and stared up at the man that watched her like he wasn’t nearly done with her yet. The sweat coating her body had the sheets beneath her sticking to her skin, and she pushed them the rest of the way off. Travis had taken her back to his room, licked every inch of her body until she was a pooled mess of arousal and need beneath him, then made her come for him again.
But he touched her now, ran his hands over her flesh, over her arms and legs, breasts and belly, and it was like he couldn’t get enough of her. She had assumed a man could only come once, but not Travis, not when she’d taken him back to her place, and she knew that it would be the same tonight. He had shown her exactly what kind of stamina he had.
“I’m going to lick your skin, taste and memorize every part of you, baby.”
She turned and looked over at him. He was now beside her, his focus on every part of her, his grin positively panty-dropping … if she’d been wearing any. She followed the lines of his muscles, hard, defined, hardworking muscles that showed exactly the kind of manual labor this man did for a living. He had no tattoos, no piercings, just had dark, golden and sun-kissed skin from working out in the sun.
A smile curved her mouth when she felt his finger trace a line along her arm, over her breasts, and continued downward until he was circling her naval. His touch was soft but suggestive. When he moved closer his breath was warm as it brushed along her nude body, sending chills throughout her core. He licked at her throat, and she arched her neck, allowing him better access. He continued running his tongue over her collarbones, down her breasts, never missing an inch of skin, and she felt his mouth suction onto her nipple. His tongue was seductive as he traced the outline of her areola. Her body was heating all over again despite the fact she’d already climaxed.
He let go of her breast and moved to the other, doing the same wicked things to her with his mouth and tongue. After that he went lower, licked her belly, moaning as he sucked off all the perspiration he’d causedon her flesh.
“I want to do something with you, sugar.” Travis’s words were muffled against her belly, and she arched against his seeking mouth.
“Mmmm.” At this point she couldn’t even form a coherent word.
“Will you let me, Pearl? Do what I want to do because you trust me with your body, your pleasure?” Travis moved his hand down her belly and between her thighs. He spread his fingers through her folds, causing a slow burn to build within her.
She was ready for him again and didn’t bother trying to pretend otherwise. She spread her thighs so he could stroke her harder, more thoroughly without any obstructions. One of his fingers dipped into her pussy and thrust into her in a few long strokes. He pulled the digit out and slowly slipped it between the cheeks of her bottom. Oh, she knew what she wanted as soon as he ran the tip of his thick finger over her anus.
With his mouth still suckling at her breast he said, “I want to be here, baby. Will you let me slide my cock in this tight little ass of yours, make you scream and come as I pump you full of my seed?”
Her breathing increased as he slipped the slick finger into her ass slowly, obviously seeing if she’d say no. “I want you in all ways.” And Lord help her she meant those words. It was strange having this kind of arousal, this kind of sexual need for a man that was a virtual stranger to her, but the fact remained she did want him, like a fiend needing a fix.
He groaned, slipped another inch into her ass, and she involuntarily clenched around the digit. A few pumps into her body was apparently all he could handle because a second later he pulled it out and urged her onto her belly. Of course she rolled over without any hesitation. She wanted Travis in any way possible, and just knowing he wanted her in that little taboo hole sent her body into a frenzy.
Just like that Travis could get her worked up to the point she would have begged him for anything. He was this cowboy that was about to rope her into an act she’d only ever done once, an act she’d never really enjoyed, but one she was dying to try with him again.
“Darlin’, I’m about to fuck your ass so good and hard that you’ll only ever think about me when you sit down.” He gave her right cheek a swat with his big palm and did the same to her left side. “Tell me you want it, Pearl.” His mouth was on her back, his tongue sliding down the length of her spine. “Tell me you want my big fucking cock plowing into this hole of yours, making it my own.”
She felt his lips at the top of her ass and his hands cupping the mounds, squeezing them to the point where pleasure and pain became one. He squeezed the flesh like he couldn’t get enough, like he wanted to take it for his own and make everyone know that this was his … that she was his.
“Yes, Travis, God yes, I want that. I want you to fuck my ass.”
He made a strangled noise against her back and then the heat of his body left her, and she heard a drawer open and close. Seconds later he pressed his chest against her back once more. He pushed the hair off her neck, kissing the skin that was exposed. He used his hand to squeeze one cheek of her ass, and then he pushed away from her. A second later he was spreading her ass to reveal her anus. His finger smoothed something cool and slick over the puckered hole, and she bit her lip as flames of unexpected pleasure shot through her, lubing her hole so he could fuck her good and hard, like he’d promised.
“God, baby.” He slipped his finger inside of her slowly and groaned. “You have no idea how hot it is seeing you spread like this, all mine, about to be filled with my cock and cum.”
She made a muffled noise and buried her face in the sheets as he pushed the lube in and out of her hole using his finger. He removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his erection only a second later. He was ins
atiable, craving her like he couldn’t get enough, and she was loving every second of it. He was so hard, and maybe it was the fact he was going to screw her in the ass, but he felt so much bigger, thicker and longer.
“Give me your hands,” he said in a hard tone, his voice taking on this slightly deeper twang as he issued the command.
She complied right away, wanting to, and he gripped her wrists with one of his hands at the small of her back. He held her immobile as he started to slide into her ass, fucking her bottom like he had every right to.
He does. Dammit does he have every right because you gave him control.
There was resistance as he pushed back into her, through the tight ring of muscle and then he was fully buried inside of her once more. He didn’t wait to give her time to adjust to his massive size as he claimed her ass. He just plowed into her until she felt his balls slap against her moist pussy. “Oh, Christ, sugar.”
Turning her head to the side Pearl sucked in a lungful of air and bit her lip, holding off her moan of pleasure. Thank God his brothers stayed in other houses because they were loud as hell. The way he was moving in and out of her was driving her mad with lust. His movements were far too slow, and she wanted more, needed more. “Harder, faster, Travis.”
“Yes. Fucking hell, darlin’.” The hand holding her wrists tightened, and he started doing what she asked. He was crazed in his movements, pounding into her body like he owned it. The way his balls slapped against her pussy, occasionally rubbing her clit, was driving her closer to climax. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to get off again, and that thought had her body tensing, had her pleasure mounting.
“God, I’m so close, so there.” She lifted her ass, trying to make him go deeper although she knew it was impossible.
The hand not holding her wrists snaked up her back and gripped the nape of her neck, holding her even more immobile. She turned her head as far as he allowed so she could see him over her shoulder. His gaze was heavy lidded as he watched his cock disappear into her ass. Sweat glistened on his hard body, and she wanted to lick it all off.
As if he sensed her stare he lifted his gaze to hers and started really pounding into her as they stared at each other. He moved his hand around her waist, down her belly, stunning her, arousing her. He touched her clit, rubbed the bud back and forth, and she opened her mouth on a silent cry as her orgasm unexpectedly tore through her. Her ass tightened around his cock on its own, and he growled before thrusting several more times into her and then stilling. He groaned as he came, his whole body tense, strained, his muscles under his tanned skin flexing and contracting. His moans of completion sounded more like an animalistic growl that filled the room.
“Holy fucking hell, Pearl, your ass is so damn tight.” Those words spilled from him in a rush, and then he slumped over her. He let go of her wrists and braced his arms on either side of her head. They stayed in that position, his cock now out of her ass, his cum spilling out of her and soaking the sheets, and his chest to her back. They were both sweating, panting.
She felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs. Travis must have realized he was crushing her because he rolled off of her, murmuring an apology. For several long moments nothing was said, and the only thing that could be heard was their erratic breathing.
“Good thing my brothers live a mile away,” he said and chuckled.
“I thought the same thing.”
He laughed harder. “Especially with how hard the headboard was banging on the wall.”
That had her outright laughing. She looked at him, saw his serious expression, and she sobered slightly, rolling to her side to face him. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t speak right away, just lifted his hand and ran his finger over her cheek. Surprise filled her at the intimate, gentle gesture.
“What are you doing? What are we doing?” she whispered and then gasped when he rested his forehead against hers, closed his eyes, and sighed.
“What are we doing, Pearl?” he repeated her question softly, and opened his eyes to stare into hers. “Tell me this isn’t just me, darlin’. Tell me it isn’t just me feeling like I couldn’t handle not having you in my life, by my side.” He sounded so confused, but so sincere.
“I don’t know, Travis, but I know that what I feel for you isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s so strong, so confusing, and it ... scares me a little.”
He moved his finger along her cheek again, and leaned in and kissed her softly. “I know, sweetheart. I feel the same way, but I won’t let you go. I can’t, baby.”
She rolled onto her back, trying to grapple with everything that he’d just said, what they’d just done, and how she was feeling. She was confused, far more than what was probably normal for someone, but then again she’d never felt like this with anyone.
“I’ll be honest, this is so fucking new to me, so damn powerful and consuming that just thinking of you walking away sends me into this blind rage.”
She looked over at him, saw that he was on his back with his hands behind his head. The light from the bedside table was a muted yellow, casting shadows along his square jaw.
“No other woman compares to you, Pearl. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel, especially not in this amount of time.” He looked at her then, and no doubt he could see the confusion on her face. Had she really heard him right?
“I … Travis?” His name was spoken so low that she wondered if she’d actually said it out loud.
He looked at her, lifted his hand and ran his finger along the edge of her lips. She parted them because she couldn’t get enough air.
“I’m afraid of all of this, of how I feel for you and the intensity of it all.”
“I’m not good for you, but I can’t seem to stop myself.” A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “But even though I should walk away, let you go because I work constantly, am not good with commitment, and probably will never be good enough for a woman like you, I won’t let you walk away. You’re my woman now, mine, Pearl. I’ve claimed you, claimed this.” He placed his hand between her thighs, and she gasped.
“God, Travis.”
His chuckle was deep and vibrated through his chest. “I know, baby.” He tucked her against his side, and she willingly curled next to him. It felt so good being next to him, and the fact that he felt a semblance of what she felt made the experience even more superb. This was her life, she was really going after what she wanted, and she wasn’t turning back. She’d never turn back.
Chapter Fourteen
“How are you settling in?” Brooklyn asked.
Pearl grabbed two cups and the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge, and moved over to where she was. She sat at the table, Hot Dog sleeping on the ground by her feet, and the sound of children giggling coming through the open window. The guys had gone on their hunting and fishing trip, and although they were due back tonight, these two days away from Travis after what he’d said to her felt like a lifetime. It was silly, actually, but the truth was she felt connected with Travis, and after he told her he wanted more with her, that it wasn’t just about sex, she wanted to see how far they could go, how close they could get.
“Things are going well.”
“The job is working out? I mean working with the Sterling brothers has to have its challenges,” Brooklyn said and grinned, a teasing note in her voice. Hot Dog heard a dog bark, perked his head up, and started going crazy trying to get out. Brooklyn grabbed the leash and pulled him back.
“There were challenges, but it was mainly that they live like pigs and eat like horses.”
Brooklyn started laughing. “And hung like horses, too, or so I’ve heard.”
Pearl groaned at that. She was so not getting into that with her neighbor, but it was the truth, at least in Travis’s case.
“I’m just teasing,” Brooklyn said on a laugh. “Kind of.”
That had Pearl laughing now. “I wouldn’t know about all of
that.” She hadn’t told anyone that she had slept with Travis, but there wasn’t anyone she was close enough to in granite that telling that information to would have been appropriate. But over the last week, and since she’d been in town, she’d spoken more with Brooklyn, and considered her a friend. The other woman was kind and sweet, always coming over and seeing how Pearl was doing, and even asking if she needed help. Brooklyn had been the only one in the neighborhood to come check on Pearl, in fact.
“So, meet anyone in this dinky little town?” Brooklyn asked around a grin.
“Have you met anyone?” Pearl fired back with just as big a smile as the other woman. Brooklyn snorted and picked up her glass to take a long drink from it. When she set it back on the table she ran her finger along the condensation that started to coat the glass.
“I had someone last year. He was my high school sweetheart. He cheated on me though with my best friend, moved to Denver, and I think they have a kid on the way.”
Well damn. “I’m really sorry to hear that.” Pearl knew all about being cheated on. Well, in high school she’d experienced the joys of catching her then boyfriend lip-locked with the head cheerleader. That had been years ago, and when she didn’t know anything about real, committed relationships.
Brooklyn shrugged. “It is what it is, and in fact I shouldn’t have invested so much into a guy that had cheated on me before.” Brooklyn stared at her glass. “I was a stupid ass for staying with him after the last time, but he was all I knew, and I guess I was quick to forgive him because I didn’t want to be alone.”
“You’re so young though, and you have your whole love life ahead of you.”
Brooklyn smiled. “Yup, that’s what I told myself when I looked hard in the mirror after he left. I can do so much better than that prick. I just haven’t found him yet.” Hot Dog started going crazy again, and Brooklyn stood. “I better take him for that walk before his bladder lets you know how he can’t hold it when he gets excited.”
