Travis stepped into her room and shut the door in Baxter’s face. He started whimpering immediately, but Billie had only a few seconds to feel sorry for her puppy before Travis dumped her on the bed and she forgot about the dog altogether.
He ripped off his long-sleeved T-shirt in one deft movement, unveiling all the glory of his six-pack abs, nicely tanned and covered in even more tattoos. The lights were still on from when he’d stormed into her room earlier, but she barely had time to admire the art before he undid his belt buckle and tugged his jeans and underwear—gulp—down his legs. The erection she’d felt when they were outside on the street sprang free and it was more glorious than she could imagine. It was so big she wasn’t sure how it would ever fit inside her, but she very much wanted to try. Her thighs clenched in anticipation. To hell with doubts, to hell with nerves, to hell with the regrets she might very well have tomorrow.
So what if she hadn’t had sex in over a year? Wasn’t it like riding a bicycle—once you knew how, you didn’t forget? Saxon might not have lit her on fire for quite some time, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what she was doing.
She sat up and pulled herself to the edge of the bed, unashamedly looking her fill of the man in front of her and reaching out to touch him. He sucked in a breath as her fingers closed around his cock, and she glided her hand up and down before taking his balls in her palm. She was about to lean forward and take him into her mouth, when he gripped her shoulders and shoved her back against the bed.
He leaned over her and unzipped her jeans. Her skin felt as if it were on fire, and it wasn’t the only thing as he slid them down her legs, taking her black cotton panties with them. Tossing them aside, he put his hands on her bare thighs and spread her legs wide. He gazed down at her, his expression hard, and she felt self-conscious again. Shy. Uncomfortable. She tried to close her legs—this wasn’t how things usually happened in her experience. Saxon barely ever bothered to look at her; he usually spent a few seconds stroking between her legs and then thrust into her when he felt ready, missionary position every single time. He’d certainly never stared at her sex like it was something he wanted to gobble up.
“Don’t,” Travis whispered, his pressure on her thighs warm and firm, stopping her from closing them. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Let me look at you.” And then he reached out and ran his index finger—slowly, tormentingly—over her slit. She couldn’t help herself; she thrust up into his hand, desperate to have his fingers inside her. And he obliged, fucking her with his fingers, first one and then another.
“Oh,” she moaned, her arms outstretched and her hands gripping the sheets as he so easily found her clit, rubbing over it with just the perfect amount of pressure.
“That’s the way, baby. You’re so wet, so ready for me, so hot.”
The pleasure rose within her, Travis’s words and his touch more arousing, more erotic, than anything she’d experienced with Saxon or anyone before. Just when she was approaching the edge, Travis removed his hands and she whimpered. She was about to beg for his fingers back upon her, when he put his mouth there instead.
She cried out in bliss. Her hands moved to his head, her fingers curling in his hair as his tongue delved deep inside her. Any control she had over the situation vanished as she felt Travis devouring her as if she were ice cream on a stick. A few deft strokes of his talented tongue and she was a panting mess. As if sensing she was close, he added his finger to the mix again, pushing it deep inside and touching it to the most sensitive spot in her body. She lost it. Her orgasm smashed over her, shattering her completely.
But he kept going, licking and sucking and stroking, and she didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, to come again and again and again in the course of a few minutes.
“Travis,” she panted. “I can’t take anymore.”
Without a word, he pulled back and she lay there on the bed, smiling like a lunatic and wondering if she’d ever recover enough to catch her breath. Vaguely she registered the crackling of plastic. And then…oh my…Travis was looming over her. She’d thought herself utterly spent, but as she gazed at his impressive erection sheathed in a condom, energy surged within her. She reached for his cock, desperate to touch him and give him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her, but he pushed her hand away, instead reaching for the sweater, now the only thing stopping them being skin on skin. He yanked it over her head and then rid her of her bra with an expertise that told her he had plenty of experience. She pushed that thought aside, not wanting anything to ruin this unreal experience.
His gaze swept over her body and her nipples throbbed, desperate for his attention, but instead he flipped her over, his hands on her waist as he positioned her onto all fours.
“You all right?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” She wasn’t sure whether she managed to say those words aloud before he entered her and they both gasped. Despite his size, there was none of the pain she sometimes had during lovemaking. No awkwardness or wishing it would be over quick. She was so wet, he slid right in and then stayed there a second, before reaching around and grabbing hold of her breasts. He wasn’t gentle, but it felt fantastic, and then he finally began to thrust. Billie pushed back against him, loving the feeling of him filling her but wanting even more. Wanting everything.
As he increased his pace inside her, all the while touching and teasing her nipples, setting them on fire, she felt her body taking over. Travis moved his hands to her waist, gripping her hips firmly as he rode her even deeper. He uttered a guttural sound and she lost herself in the moment, screaming and shuddering as Travis brought them both to release, giving her an orgasm unlike any she’d ever had before.
Sure, she climaxed fine on her own, or when Saxon used his fingers, but she’d never really managed to do so during actual intercourse. She’d accepted this, thinking she was just one of those women who couldn’t come in that manner, but she’d been living a lie.
Travis Sinclair had just shown her the truth.
“Fuck me! I haven’t done that in a while,” he said, finally letting go of her hips and sliding out.
She flopped onto the bed, totally spent, only just finding the energy to turn her head and look at him. His dark skin glistened with perspiration, making his tattoos stand out more than usual. “What? Had sex?”
He chuckled. “No, had sex in a bed.”
“Where do you usually have sex?” she asked, before realizing she didn’t really want to know the answer. It wasn’t that she’d harbored any illusions of Travis being a monk, but she didn’t want to ruin the most amazing sexual experience of her life with the knowledge that it was nothing special to him.
He shrugged. “Boardroom tables, hotel room floors, elevators, showers, hot tubs…”
“Okay, okay.” She rolled over and held up her hand; it sounded as if he could go on indefinitely, but she’d heard enough. “I get the picture.”
“Don’t get jealous, princess,” he said, reaching out and trailing his hand from the hollow of her neck down over her belly and to the now incredibly sensitive spot between her legs.
“I’m not jealous,” she scoffed, trying not to react as his fingers dipped inside. How was it even possible that she’d completely lost it less than a minute ago and already her body was gearing up to take him again?
“I think you are a little bit. I like it.” He skated his whole palm tenderly over her mound, teasing her with the lightest of touches, and then he removed his hand and scooted to the edge of the bed. She stopped herself from asking him where he was going and if he was coming back, not wanting to appear needy. She didn’t want to need anyone.
“I’m getting rid of the condom and then I’m taking a shower,” he said as he headed for her bedroom door. “You can join me if you want.”