31. Caleb

THIRTY-ONE

I SUCKED TRAVIS'S pillow-soft bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled on it as I tried to will my body into submission. I couldn't think about how unbelievable it felt to be inside him or how his tight ass had my cock in a chokehold I never wanted to escape from.

I just had to breathe for a goddamn minute.

Easier said than done with the scent of his cologne filling my lungs and his talented tongue licking into my mouth.

How had I ever denied wanting him? It seemed unfathomable now. We fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that had been pushed around and forced to merge with different parts, when all one needed was the other.

Slowly, I regained my self-control and rocked myself into his hot channel, back and forth, inch by delicious inch, savoring the way he felt wrapped around me. Shit, it wasn't like this was the first time I'd done this. There'd been a few times with other girls, but this was nothing like that. I'd barely gotten started, and that fact was already permanently seared into my brain. With every small thrust, all those memories of anyone before him disappeared, until all I could see, all I could feel and think about, was Travis.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Travis's breath teased my lips as he pulled back from our kiss.

I opened my eyes and stopped moving. "What?"

He wiggled his ass and squeezed around me. "Do I need to show you how this works, or you think you can pound me into tomorrow?"

"I think if you keep talkin', it won't be your ass I'm shoving my cock into." I rocked against him again just to rile him up.

"What if I want both?"

I felt him clamp down around me again, and that was it. I wasn't about to let him flip the script and top from the bottom. He wanted me to fuck him so hard he never forgot it, then I'd make sure he left his handprints imprinted on the surface of this table.

I rose up behind him, grabbed either side of his hips, and drew myself out to the tip. The loss was immediate, almost painful, until I plowed back inside him all the way to the hilt.

He made a noise low in his throat. "Fuck yes." He chased me back when I started to pull out of him again. But he wasn't the one in charge here, and that power gave me a high that rivaled being inside him.

Keeping one hand on his hip to steady myself, I flattened the other against his lower back, then smoothed it up his spine with a heavy pressure to hold him down right where he was. His short hair brushed my fingers as I gripped the back of his neck tight.

Then I did exactly what we both wanted. I began to move.

I shoved into him hard and fast, starting a relentless pace that he seemed to relish, judging by the sounds I was ripping out of him.

God, it was hot. I couldn't take my eyes off the way my cock disappeared between the flushed, round cheeks of his ass. It swallowed me whole and begged for all I had to give.

"You feel…so damn good." I barely recognized the ragged sound of my voice over our skin slapping with every thrust and our breathless panting as we matched rhythm.

"I know." I caught a glimpse of the smug, taunting grin on his lips as he looked back at me, and I tightened my hold on his neck.

Shifting position, I lowered down over him, my bare chest to his solid back, so I could reach around and milk his dick. The head was already nice and wet, giving my fist a smooth slide down his stiff length.

He mumbled something incoherent and angled his head to the side for me when I tucked my face into the spot where his shoulder met his neck. As I jerked him off, I licked and sucked along his skin, filling myself head to toe with every part of Travis I could get. And still it wasn't enough. It was like I needed to claim him, to know no one else could ever have these parts of him again.

His powerful muscles flexed beneath me, and it was so different to the softness I was used to.

But I loved it, fucking loved that we could be rough with each other, that he'd welcome whatever I gave. I wondered what it would feel like to have him deep inside me this way, to feel that sexy piercing of his hitting my G-spot with every thrust. If I'd like him filling me. If he would.

God, just imagining Travis fucking me made my cock lurch inside him like that was actually about to happen.

Guess that answered the what-ifs.

Spurred on now, craving release, I propelled my hips forward. Travis's appetite was as voracious as mine, and he impaled himself on my cock every time I lifted up. It was frenzied and uninhibited, and with every thrust, the table groaned beneath us and moved across the floor a few inches.

"Shit," I said, just now noticing in my lust-filled haze. "I'm not stopping."

"You better fucking not."

Our sweat and his pre-cum dripping down onto the table made it a slippery slide for Travis's hands as he tried to keep himself braced on all fours. His fingers skidded off the table suddenly, but he caught himself, holding position with those carved-from-stone abs.

But we needed to move.

We must've had the idea at the same time, because when I shifted my hand from his neck to his chest to haul him up on his knees, he was already lifting himself, plastering his back to my front so there was nothing between us and reaching back to curl his fingers in my hair.

"Oh Jesus Christ." The guttural curse on my lips was unexpected, but so was the way this new angle intensified everything. I could barely breathe as Travis turned his head to capture my lips, diving in to consume me and lighting my insides on fire.

It wasn't easy to thrust in and out of him like this, but the angle did have its perks—like guiding my dick to hit against his sweet spot. The one that made him cry out suddenly and grab hold of his cock.

"More," he moaned, arching his back to force my hand.

Need coiled low in my stomach, and so did the sudden urge to look at him, to watch his eyes glaze over as the ecstasy hit, and to know it was all because of me. I didn't want this to be like any other no-name encounter he'd fuck and forget.

"Don't come," I growled by his ear.

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later, but I mean it. I wanna see your face when I wring it out of you."

He snapped his mouth shut as he let go of his rock-hard cock.

I grinned against his neck and pressed a sweaty kiss there. "Good to see you can take orders."

I didn't give him a chance to respond as I raced toward my release, as hungry for his as I was for my own.

A few ragged thrusts deep inside to avoid hitting his G-spot was all it took. A searing heat scorched a path down my spine, pulling my balls up tight. I unleashed inside him with a shout I didn't bother muffling against his skin, wanting him to hear the effect he had on me.

Harsh curses met my ears as I held on to him, waiting for my vision to come back, because holy shit, I think I blacked out for a second.

A threatening cracking sound coming from beneath us had me tensing even as the aftershocks rolled through my body.

"As fucking hot as that was, I'd rather not come in a pile of rubble."

"Agreed." He was right, but the last thing I wanted to do was slide out of him. I did it anyway, peeling the condom off my spent cock, tying it off, and then tossing it aside to join the epic mess we'd made. Leftover food, plates, and utensils littered the floor, but neither of us could be bothered with that. Not when Travis climbed off the table, his naked body on full display.

This. This right here was why I wanted to look at him. Because he was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Especially with his black hair mussed and wild from my fingers, and the mark I'd left on his shoulder that matched the one on his ass.

The angry reddish-purple shade of his dick was the only part of him that looked the least bit frustrated, its plump head glistening and making my mouth water.

I wanted to lick it.

Travis's lips curved into a devilish grin when he caught me staring, but I couldn't help it. Now I understood why no one could.

He reached out for me, helping me down, since my sex-drunk ass wobbled from still-weak knees. "Where do you want me?"

The fact that he was still handing over the reins, letting me take charge instead of being a bossy fuck made me feel even bolder.I glanced past him into the family room, and when my eyes landed on a little piece of our past, I knew exactly where I wanted him.

There was just something else I needed first.

I teased the head of his dick with my finger, running it along his slit and getting it nice and wet. Our eyes locked, and Travis swallowed hard when I brought the digit up to my mouth. I took a long lick, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. It was like nothing else in this world. I didn't know how to describe it, only that it was like a narcotic, something I could easily become addicted to. Hell, maybe I already was.

As I swallowed down what remained on my finger, Travis's jaw clenched, like he was physically holding himself back.

The moment I dropped my hand, he attacked.

There was nothing gentle about the way he took possession of me. His hands were everywhere, roaming all over my body, mouth crashing down on mine to steal my breath, both of us groping for any part of the other that we could touch, tongues warring in an assault that left me dizzy and had us stumbling back into the wall.

The cum-drenched head of his dick painted my lower stomach, begging me to give it the attention it desperately needed.

I didn't want it happening here, though.

Pushing off the wall, I kept my lips fastened to Travis's, backing him up into the family room, careful not to run into and break anything else.

He ripped his mouth away."Fucking touch me."

I grabbed two handfuls of his ass and gave them a squeeze.

"Not there."

"You're right, not there." I nodded toward the Persian rug we'd once fooled around on and smoothed my fingers across his ass cheeks to his hips, and then dipped to caress his heavy balls. He leaned into me, and I pressed a kiss against his shoulder. "Care to make a mess out of me on your mom's rug?"

Travis's eyes darkened as he followed my gaze, pupils so blown all I could see of the blue was a faint ring around the edges. He was as into this as I was.

Thank fuck.

He swallowed thickly and stilled my wandering hands. I didn't understand why my heart was beating so fast all of a sudden, or why it felt like there was an electric current thrumming between us. But when Travis looked back at me, my chest tightened and warmed, and then he licked his lips and said, "I want you on your back."

It didn't occur to me to give a shit about the fact that he was now issuing commands. Didn't matter. All I cared about was staying connected and watching him fall apart.

All the fuck over me.

I backed away and moved into position, lying flat on the plush rug as Travis sauntered over, massaging his cock with long strokes. It made my own dick stir, even after the insane release that should've tided me over for days.

But I didn't touch myself, didn't move as he dropped to his knees to straddle me, all the while fisting his cock, moving lazily as his eyes drank in the picture I made.

I wondered what was going through his head. If he was thinking back to the past, or making a new memory now to erase the old one.

He was so damn gorgeous in the moonlight, shadows crisscrossing his body, making tattoos across his skin where there were none and lighting up the ones he already had.

I reached up to flatten my hand over the tattoo he got on his chest after graduation, the laurel wreath with the Latin words Veni Vidi Vici inside. I came, I saw, I conquered.

It was an appropriate phrase right now, considering he was working himself over the top of me in the exact place we'd first kissed. Nothing in my life had been the same since that night. And I had a strong feeling nothing would be after tonight either.

Travis bent his head down to nip at my fingers, and just like that, he snapped out of wherever he'd been lost. That impish tilt to his lips was back, and so was the way he began to jerk his cock, rolling his hips over mine, batting my hands away when I tried to join in on the action.

He was teaching me a lesson. I knew it from the moment his thighs tightened on either side of me, caging me in so I couldn't go anywhere.

So I couldn't run away from him.

If he knew how badly I wanted to be right here in this moment, he wouldn't worry. But he didn't. So I kept my hands by my sides and urged him on with only my words, telling him how fucking sexy he was, how much I wanted him to explode all over me.

Dark hair fell across his forehead, sticking to his damp skin. Corded muscles in his neck and shoulders stretched tight, and with every pump of his dick, his abs contracted.

He was mesmerizing to watch, his skilled fingers reaching down to stroke along his perineum with one hand while the other gripped his impressive hard-on.

"Keep looking at me like that…" he said, his voice coming out like it'd been raked over gravel.

I waited for the threat that never came. "Or what?"

He shook his head as his thighs trembled against me. "Eyes on me."

I couldn't tear them away if I tried. Not when his movements became more jolting and uneven. And especially not when Travis lifted up on his knees and aimed his cock directly at my face.

"Oh fuck yes," I breathed. "Do it."

He kept his eyes on me as his lungs hitched, and then, in an ear-splitting shout, he blew apart spectacularly, his orgasm shooting out of him in jets of warm, sticky cum that coated my face and neck. It kept coming, all the edging we'd been doing since before we got here finally finding its release.

Without thinking, I reached for his thighs, kneading them as Travis drained himself dry all over me. I tongued the liquid coating my lips, humming in deep satisfaction.

Finally spent, he collapsed onto his elbows over me, panting against my mouth as he came down from the high.

"This," he said, tracing my lips and admiring his handiwork, "is how you should always look. Claimed and with a mouthful of my cum."

"Yeah?" I grinned and started to agree when a deep, alarming groan came from our left.

We glanced over just in time to see one of the legs of the dining table give way, falling with a loud crash over several of Vera's plates and leaving them in pieces.

We went completely still as the shock of our wild aftermath set in after being lost in a lust-filled fog. How in the holy hell…?

Travis's brows knitted together as he cocked his head to the side. "What are the chances they notice before leaving town tomorrow?"

I snorted, and when he turned back to look at me, we both burst into fits of laughter that continued well into the night.