“Don’t make a sound,” Trav growled in my ear as we got to our bedroom, and he pushed me up against the door as he closed and locked it behind us. I laid my forehead and my palms against the door as he undid the sash around my waist and pulled my robe off, tossing it onto the floor in a pile, leaving me naked against the cool, smooth wood. “You’re going to come on my face, and then my cock.” He declared as if he were so sure nothing would stop him from making that statement true, “And then you’re going to tell me why meeting my parents has you so twisted up.”
“Trav.” I whispered, arching my back and leaning up on my tippy toes as he spread my ass cheeks, dipping his fingers in against the wetness of my pussy from behind.
“Not a sound, Shade.” He demanded, and then he bit my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, but I swallowed the scream as my pussy dripped on his fingers at the same time. “Good girl,” he kissed his way down the slope of my spine, and I panted when he laid kisses on the small of my back before pushing my cheeks wide again. His teeth latched onto my ass cheeks over and over again as he pushed one, two and then three fingers into my soaked pussy from behind. I was dizzy with need and arousal, desperate to scream, but more desperate to orgasm, and I knew he’d hold back if I broke his rules.
I pushed back onto his face the moment his wet tongue found my pussy and bit my lips so hard to stay silent as he dragged it up to my ass and rimmed it as he pushed his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Good girl,” he praised again, “I can feel how close you are. How desperately you want to come for me. For Eli. Just how he told you.”
“Please,” I whispered, digging my nails into the wood when he pushed his tongue into my ass. “I’m going to—” I froze as my orgasm broke over me like a tidal wave. I cried out silently as my skin burned and my pussy tightened around his fingers, desperate for something deeper.
Something harder.
“More.” I demanded in a harsh whisper, looking over my shoulder as he stared up at me from his knees. “Cock. Now.”
He growled and stood up, lifting me off my feet and throwing me down onto the bed and mounting me from behind as he spanked my ass. The sharp sound of it echoed off the walls around us, but I couldn’t care as he pushed his jeans down and was buried deep inside of me in seconds flat. The bite of his beltbuckle pressing into the back of my thighs with each thrust just added to the high of it all.
I gripped a pillow that smelled like Eli and bit it as Travis changed angles and straddled my ass, fucking me harder, inching me up the bed with each thrust. And it was exactly what I needed.
Exactly what I craved and relied on him for. What I needed him for.
“I want you to milk my cock,” He stated, wrapping his hand around the front of my neck and arching my back so my head was bent back staring up at the ceiling. “I want to feel your pussy draining me, taking every drop of my come deep into your body. I want to feel your tight little cunt flutter and spasm around my cock as I give you what you need.”
“Please, yes!” I cried out, hoarse around the pressure of his hand on my neck and then his fingers were under my hips, and circling my clit as he fucked me, pushing me headfirst into an orgasm bigger than the air in the room.
My eyes rolled.
My heart stopped.
And my pussy tightened down on his thick cock, just how he wanted, and I came all over him. The only noise in the room was the wet noise my pussy made with each thrust and I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t care less as he once again, found that spot on my shoulder that called to him and he bit me, to smother his own growl of pleasure as his cock erupted inside of me.
I stayed still, reveling in the feel of his come filling me up with each jerk of his cock until his hips stopped thrusting. The aftershocks of my orgasm kept tightening down around him, and he whispered in my ear with each one.
“Good girl.”
“That’s it.”
“Again.”
“So perfect.”
“So fucking perfect.”
And for the first time, I actually believed them.
Mrs. Hayes was goingto know her son’s come was coating my nether bits, free of even a decent pair of panties to keep the mess contained, I just freaking knew it.
Travis’s parents pulled in the driveway a moment ago, and I ran my hands over the hand towel again, anxiously turning to make sure the entire house was in perfect condition for their arrival.
I was a ball of nerves, even with the multiple orgasms Travis gave me an hour ago, I was a wreck. But as I took a deep breath, forcing my shoulders to drop from my ears and my mask of calm, cool and collected fell into place.
“Don’t worry, Mama,” Toby tugged at my hand and gave me a sheepish grin as we headed toward the front door as a family. “I’ll tell them I can burp the alphabet. That’ll impress them.”
My shocked gasp was swallowed up by Travis’s deep laugh as he came into the living room from the kitchen. “Honestly, kiddo, that might seal the deal with them.”
And then the knock came.
I had imagined a million different scenarios every time I thought about the moment, I would meet Trav or Eli’s parents, and part of me imagined stern faces, disapproving stares, judgment even over the children clinging to my legs, shyly watching Hal and Maggie Hayes enter our new home.
