20. Travis

travis

. . .

I ’ve wanted Cassidy too fucking long for our first time together to be over in three minutes from a blowjob. Ten years ago, our little pact felt like empty promises. Surely, one of us would’ve been married, but instead, the most beautiful, feisty, and loving woman I’ve ever known is going to be mine.

Fuck the pact, fuck the empty promises. A strong marriage isn’t built on them. Cass is my forever, and I want her to look at me in another ten years the way she is now. The longing dancing in her eyes mirrors everything I feel for her. I want everything with this woman: Sunday brunches at Pop’s, to then come home to watch a football game or working in our garden; Tuesday dinners at Cay’s with all of our kids and pups; taking Cass away for long weekends where I remind her how loved she is and how I can’t imagine my life without her.

All of it.

As I lead her into the bathroom, I spot a few prescriptions on the vanity. My stomach drops remembering seeing her at the pharmacy and accidentally overhearing that she’s on a SSRI; she’s battling depression and masking it. All these years, I should’ve been here, checking in about her mental health. I can’t control brain chemistry, but I sure as fuck can let her know I’m here for her.

I twist the shower knob, letting it warm up, all the while not letting her hand out of mine. She steps in first, and her bright blonde locks quickly darken under the water. I join her, closing the door behind me. “Turn around.”

Without hesitation, Cass shifts until her back faces me. I locate her shampoo and squeeze a healthy amount in my hands, lathering it before massaging her scalp. She moans as I wash her hair, and the sound has my cock painfully hard. I lift the shower head off the stand and rinse the suds from her hair, and once washed away, I do the same with her bright purple conditioner, letting it set. I lower my lips to her shoulder, her sweet hums filling the bathroom.

Cass twirls in place, her wet hair whipping behind her. Cupping her hands behind my neck, she lifts onto her toes and kisses me. A groan escapes me as I pull her closer. I slide my fingers up her sides, loving the feel of her soft body against mine. Her peaked nipples brush my chest, and I can’t help myself, breaking our kiss to trail my lips down to them. I fall to my knees, swirling my tongue around one of the tight buds while my thumb tweaks the other.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she sighs, but yelps as I take her nipple between my teeth. “I should warn you, I have to rinse the conditioner in three minutes or my hair will turn purple.”

“You’d look so hot with purple hair,” I tease, watching her reaction as I graze my teeth against her other nipple. She squeezes her thighs together, but I slide my hand between them to spread her legs. “Open for me.” I brush my knuckle against her swollen clit and groan. The ways I want to please her, having her crave my touch .

Bracing herself with her hands on my shoulders, she whispers, “Do it again.”

I oblige but with less than three minutes to make her come, I sit on my heels and pull one of her legs onto my shoulder. Pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, I slip a finger in her tight, wet pussy. She mumbles something incoherent as I glide my tongue across her clit. I add a finger, curling and teasing, and her legs shake as I increase the pressure, bringing her close to the edge. Cass is right there. I suck and lick, and as I add a third finger, her whole body trembles, screaming my name as she comes for me.

I slow my pace but keep my fingers inside her as I stand. “Was that three minutes?” She nods with a gasp as I drive them deeper. Once her breathing slows, I drag my fingers out of her to rinse her hair. “Tell me I’m the last man who gets to touch you, Cass. The last man who tastes you. The last who makes you come. Tell me you’re mine.”

Cass grips my cock, making me hiss. “It goes both ways. You want me to be yours? Then you’re mine too. Be the last, like you promised. I need you, Travis.”

I snap. I can’t take this slow, I need to claim this woman, every part of her. In an instant, I’m pressing Cass against the shower wall. I hike her leg over my hip and line up my cock, but don’t push in. As I drop my forehead to hers, our breaths are in sync, and the shower steam swirls around us, dusting little droplets on our skin.

In a single, slow thrust, I press all the way in to the hilt. She takes every inch, like she was made for me. I’ve imagined having her so many times, but nothing compares to her soft moans, the feel of her nails digging into my shoulder, or her warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I’m afraid to move; it has to be a dream. It could also be the fact that I’ve never had sex without protection. Being inside her bare is? —

“ Fuck! Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

“Yes,” she laughs. “I learned my lesson when Ingrid got knocked up. I’m on the pill— which I take religiously, by the way —but if you want to use a condom, I understand. I’ve never had sex without one.”

“You’ve… No. You’re so full of shit. What about Zack?”

She traces the scar through my brow. “We always used condoms.”

“Same, I’ve always used them. Fuck, Cass, you feel so damn good.” I pull halfway out and thrust back inside her. “Are you sure this is okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop,” she breathes, and I continue moving in and out of her, savoring each thrust, each whimper she exhales. Reaching between us, I circle her clit with my thumb and she tightens around my cock. “Right there, please, I’m so close.”

The water cools slightly as the slaps of our bodies colliding echo in the shower. My lips crash into hers, muffling her cries as her pussy pulses around me. I don’t let up as she comes, fucking Cass harder until an aftershock overcomes her. I’m addicted to the feeling of her coming on my cock, I need another.

“You’re doing so well, Cass. One more, give me one more.”

“I can't, it's too much.”

“One more, and I’ll let you rest.” She nods slowly and I carefully pull out of her, releasing her leg hitched on my hip. “Turn around, hands on the wall.”

Cass shifts until her back is to me, hands braced on the shower wall. A devilish smirk dances on her lips as she looks over her shoulder at me. I grip my cock and tease up and down her pussy; she jolts as it grazes her clit. I fucking love how responsive she is to my touch. Sliding my cock back inside her, I reach around to play with her slippery clit. She pushes back onto me, but I grip her hip to hold it in place. My greedy little wildcat wants to play, but she can have her fun later. I keep my cock nestled deep, circling and teasing her clit until I feel her tighten around me.

“Come for me, Cass. Show me your mine.” I move my hand from her hip to knead her ass, then tease her tight little hole with my thumb. She cries out, squeezing my cock as she comes. Unable to last a moment longer, I grip both her hips and drive into her, chasing my own release.

My plans of pulling out and coming on her ass fail when Cass looks over her shoulder and whispers, “Yours.” I lose control, fucking her harder and faster until I’m coming deep inside her needy pussy.

I empty myself completely before pulling out. It leaks out of her, and I slip my hand between her legs and press it back in. She gasps, arching her back. Fuck, she’s so fucking beautiful like this, giving me this little piece of her. I lean in to kiss her neck, growling against her skin, “Mine.”