Page 7 of I Think We’re Alone Now

Elle

Did he really just say that?

Travis’s gaze caught mine again in the mirror, and my whole body felt like it burst into flames. It had been a long time since I had been naked in front of someone like this, rather than some costume people poking and prodding me. And even longer since I had really, truly cared what they had thought about my body. But standing here now, I very much cared what Travis thought, and the idea that he liked what he saw—well, that just made all the butterflies return.

He returned to kissing the spot where my neck and shoulder met, as his hands wound around my waist and up my front, cupping my breasts. His fingertips were light against my skin, yet left a burning path in their wake that I could still feel after they had moved on. I closed my eyes, relaxing into him, as he tweaked my nipples. Each taut peak came to life from his attention, sending pulses of desire straight to my pussy. It was as if I could feel each and every touch throughout my entire body.

Without another word, Travis placed his hands on my hips and spun me around in his arms, so now we were standing flush against each other. The soft feel of his T-shirt against my highly sensitive nipples sent another rush through me, as my exposed skin brushed up against his chest. His hands found my panty-covered butt cheeks, and he gave them a squeeze as he lowered his mouth to mine. His kiss was hot and hard, his tongue finding mine right away, as we devoured each other. This was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, and it almost didn’t seem real. Was I really making out with Travis Parker half-naked in a mall dressing room?

Before I could answer my own question, he slipped a hand down into my panties, palming my ass. I let out a small moan, trying to stay quiet, but the feel of his warm palm was almost too much. I popped up onto my tiptoes, trying to deepen the kiss, but before I could find the leverage I needed, Travis moved his hand to the front of my panties and slipped his curious fingers into my curls.

“Ohhhhh,” I let out as soon as he found my wetness.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. I had no idea where this side of him came from, but oh hell, did I like it.

“Yes,” I managed to reply.

His fingertips went lower, his long, gentle strokes through my sex sending fireworks through me, and it was all I could do to hold on to him while he explored. Travis had barely touched me, and this was already better than any other experience I’d ever had. I let out another low moan as his finger skirted around the little bundle of nerves aching for attention. I wiggled my hips, trying to force the contact my body craved, and he let out a little chuckle.

“You want more, baby?” he asked.

“Please,” I cried. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to come.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, quickly removing his hand from my panties. I whimpered at the loss of contact, caught off guard by his actions. But Travis knew exactly what he was doing and didn’t waste another second before dropping to his haunches, yanking my panties down, and placing a kiss just under my belly button. “I’m going to give this pretty pussy the attention she deserves.”

The next thing I knew, Travis’s mouth found my clit, and he sucked, hard. I let out a cry, grasping onto his head, trying not to fall over. His tongue laved at my core, drawing figure eights, making sure to hit my nub each and every time. My knees went weak as he continued to lick and nibble me, each new pass of his tongue feeling like the first time all over again. I spread my legs slightly, trying to steady myself, only for Travis to insert two fingers inside me, finding that secret spot right away. That was all it took for my orgasm to come crashing over me. Stars lit up behind my eyes, and I let out a moan unlike anything I had ever heard before. I covered my mouth, trying not to draw attention to us. But Travis was relentless, not letting up as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. Holy shit, was he good.

When my climax finally started to subside, Travis stood up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for another searing kiss. His lips were just as strong as they had been earlier, but also tender, expressing a new closeness between us. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I was turned on all over again. Kissing this man was a dream. But kissing him after he’d rocked my world? Well, that was something else entirely.

“Hi,” he said, breaking the kiss after a long moment.

“Hi yourself.”

“I, um…I apologize. That was exceptionally unprofessional of me, and I shouldn’t have—”

I cut him off with a kiss. Returning the kiss, Travis tugged me closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt the heat radiating off of his hard body as his hands wandered up and down my back, continuing to light me up inside. Despite his words, I knew that there was no part of him that actually regretted what had just happened. I reached down between us and palmed the bulge in the front of his pants.

“Certainly doesn’t feel like you’re sorry,” I said, finding a confidence I didn’t know I had.

“Find something you like?” he asked, an impish smile taking over his face.

“I think I did,” I whispered. “And I think it’s time I return the favor.”

As gracefully as I could, I sank to my knees, unbuckling his belt, taking my time. I ran my hands up and down his thighs, avoiding his erection just as he avoided my clit moments ago. Travis let out a groan, letting me know I was on the right track. When I finally undid his pants, I was shocked as his cock sprang free.

“Someone skipped the skivvies this morning,” I said, looking up at him.

“Standard practice,” he replied with a wink.

“Such a naughty boy. Whatever am I going to do with you?”

Wrapping a hand around his length, I carefully started to move up and down. His dick was unlike anything I’d ever seen—long and thick—and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me. If he was half as good with his shaft as he was with his tongue, well, I might be ruined for life after that.

Licking my lips, I winked at Travis, who was watching me with such focus that I felt like the only girl in the world. I stuck my tongue out and gave the head a nice long lick, eliciting a long, deep groan from him.

“Hey, Elle, you in here?” I heard a voice call out. I froze, Travis’s dick still in hand, as I registered the voice.

It was one that I would know anywhere. One Travis would too. A voice that belonged to someone we both loved and respected.

Bryan.