35. Cassidy

cassidy

. . .

“ Y ou have exactly three seconds to get naked,” Travis growls, dropping me onto his bed.

I lightly lick my lip and purr, “Make me.”

His eyes darken, muttering a quiet “fuck” as he pulls his shirt over his head. He’s so beautiful, I can’t help admiring his body every time he’s naked—and when he’s not. I only get a moment before he grips behind my knees, forcing my back onto the bed. Peeling down my jeggings and panties, he trails kisses in their wake. Nothing about it is gentle, he can’t get me naked fast enough.

My pants are tossed to the ground and his heated glare burns into me. “Take it off, Cass.”

“What?” I glance at my tee, pulling it an inch from my body. “This?” He grips the hem and pulls, ripping it up the middle. “You’re lucky it’s not one of my favorites.”

He licks up my stomach, stopping at my bra. “Want me to rip that off too? ”

As hot as it would be, I sit up to take off the destroyed tee and my bra. With his hand between my breasts, he presses me back onto the mattress. Glancing at the discarded shirt, a small smirk tugs at his lips. I’m equally nervous and turned on. He rips it further, then wraps it around my wrists. My hands bound, he pulls them above my head. “As much as I love this smart mouth of yours…” He swipes the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip and I instinctively draw it into my mouth. “Fuck, you’re going to be trouble tonight, aren’t you? You’re mine, wildcat. Say it.”

“I’m going to be trouble tonight?” I taunt, excited to see how far he’ll take this.

Travis lowers his mouth to my neck and sucks hard, making me cry out. “Since you won’t say it, I’ll have to show you.” Inferno comes running in, nipping at Travis’ jeans to pull him off me. “Damn it, Inferno! I’m not hurting her.” He barks twice, not believing him. Travis climbs off me and walks to the door, opening it wide. “Out, pup.” Inferno leaves in a huff and Travis shuts the door. Prowling toward me, he stops at the edge of the bed and strips off his jeans and boxer briefs, his cock jetting out. My mouth waters at the sight. “Where was I?”

“Leaving a hickey on my neck the night before our shop reopening. You know everyone is going to see it!”

“You better not cover it up, or I’ll leave another one on the other side.” He grips my knees, spreading my legs wide. “Fuck, baby, your already so wet for me.” I shudder as he licks once up my pussy. “Since you insist on being a smart ass…” He pulls out my anal plug and a bottle of lube from the bedside table. After squeezing a few dollops of lube onto the tip, he teases the plug around my tight hole before pressing it in. “This doesn’t come out until you come all over my cock. Move your hands, and I stop. ”

Lowering his face between my legs, he licks firm circles around my clit and slips two fingers in my pussy. My back arches away from the mattress, and I can’t help the feral moan that escapes me. He continues his delicious torture, winding me tighter and tighter until I’m right on the edge. I move bound hands to his head, sliding my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. He grazes his teeth against me, then pulls back, my orgasm now out of reach.

“ Travis! ” I cry out.

“I warned you.” He chuckles darkly. “If you’re not going to be my good fucking girl and listen, you don’t get to come.” My hands are back above my head in a flash. “That’s what I thought.”

Travis drives his fingers deeper, circling his thumb around my clit as he moves up my body. My breath catches as his kisses land on one of my peaked nipples. Drawing it into his mouth, he swirls and flicks his tongue. I whimper as he pulls away to do the same to the other side. The contrast of cool air to his warm, wet mouth is exquisite.

“Fuck, that feels so good, don’t stop.”

He continues for a minute, then draws the skin beside my nipple into his mouth and sucks, marking me. I’ll look like a damn leopard if he keeps it up. He leaves three more—including on my hip and thigh—then replaces his thumb with his tongue. I shatter, my entire body on fire as he laps at my clit and curls his fingers inside me, prolonging my orgasm. I keep my hands where they are, afraid it’ll all end if I move.

“I’m yours,” I breathe. “I’m yours, Travis.”

He leaves two more hickeys, making me laugh with each one. When he reaches my mouth, his kisses are no longer rough or claiming. As his tongue sweeps across mine, he pours every ounce of love he has for me into this kiss, and I return it. He whispers against my lips, “I love you, Cass.”

I hook my ankles together and pull him closer. It’s not enough. “Show me.”

Travis kisses me harder and rubs the length of his cock against my clit. I lift my hips, shamelessly seeking more. He reaches above my head to untie my hands, and the moment they’re free, I grip his back. As my fingers sink into his muscles, he growls something incoherent, picking up his pace. The friction is incredible and I’m already close. “You don’t come until I’m inside you, baby. I want to feel you.”

“I’m right there. Please?”

He reaches between us, slipping his cock inside me in one slow thrust. I unhook my ankles and shift Travis onto his back. “What are you up to, wildcat?”

I sit up, my hair falling over my shoulder on one side. “I’m fucking my fiancé. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Come here.” He grips the front of my throat and pulls my lips back to his, muttering against them, “Take what’s yours, baby.”

I pull back with a smile I could never hide. Travis grips my hips, rocking me back and forth on him. He’s so deep, and between his thick cock and the plug, I’m so full. I close my eyes to savor it, but they fly open when he sits up, wrapping his arms around me. He kisses every inch of my skin within reach as I ride him. His breath quickens and I’m so close, right fucking there.

As he leaves a matching mark on the other side of my throat, my orgasm crashes over me. “That’s right, baby. Make a mess all over my cock. Fuck, you feel so good when you come for me. Don’t slow down until my lap is fucking soaked. ”

“I can’t, it’s too much.”

“You can take it, Cass. Let it take over.” His cock thickens inside me, or maybe I’m tightening, as an aftershock of my orgasm hits me. I cry out a string of expletives. “That’s my good girl.” He drives up into me three times, pulling my hips flush with him as he finds his own release. Both of us panting, he holds me close until our breath is in sync. He reaches to my ass, carefully pulling out the plug and haphazardly tossing it to the ground, then stands. Carrying me to the bathroom, he whispers, “You’re mine, wildcat, now and forever.”