I pace the front room of my small farmhouse, wondering if I'm making the right decision.

I want Travis. I'm still half-hard from watching him on that video. But if he really does want to see me, this is a complete 180 from how he was earlier. It's only been a couple hours. Did he go home and think about me the way I've been thinking about him?

No. Probably not the exact same way, because while I can admit my attraction to Travis was purely physical at first, it's more than lust that made me start to hate that man who was treating him like shit. It's more than lust that made me respond to his text the way I did.

And that's dangerous.

I don't really do feelings. I've never come close to dating. I find hookups where I need them, and that's that. One night here and there under rules I can completely control. I decide how far it goes. I decide what happens after. I keep a tight grip on myself until that very last moment, and then I pull back hard on the reins again.

But earlier in the creek, I could feel myself just letting go; letting Travis take control. I was getting turned on watching him act like a hot, bossy top who probably completely fulfills the fantasies people have about getting fucked by a powerful athlete.

I've never had those fantasies before, but I have them now. They feel at odds with this sudden compulsion I have to make him lay back and just enjoy my full, undivided attention, and I have no idea which side of me is going to win out if he shows up at my door.

Which… he does. About a half hour after I sent that text, I hear his car pull up. Otto's sleeping, so the ranch is silent other than the sound of tires on gravel. I hold my breath as I hear him stride across the last length of driveway. He opens the screen door and then there's a firm, decisive knock.

Nerves tangle inside of me. Jesus, I could've spent that time picking things up around the house. Getting something for us to drink. Making sure I had condoms on hand.

Instead I just open up the door, my hand resting on the frame as I stare at him, dry-mouthed and unsure what to say.

His hair is a mess, sticking all up from our dip in the creek earlier. He changed clothes, same as I did, and is wearing a Storm shirt that's tight around his pecs and biceps, along with jeans that show off an already prominent bulge.

My gaze lingers, my body flushing, and it seems to be all the communication Travis needed from me. His eyes are wild, his pupils dilating as he steps over the threshold in one decisive motion.

I step back, a thrill racing up my spine at the almost-contact. He closes the door, his gaze fixed on me.

"If I stay here another second longer," he begins, his voice rough and strained, "this isn't going to end until one of us is balls deep in the other."

Jesus. I've never cared for dirty talk before, but coming out of his mouth, it makes my knees weak.

"You don't hear me telling you to go," I shoot back, looking him in the eyes and sealing my fate.

Because right now, I don't want some slow, meandering thing where we explore every inch of each other. I want him to put all that strength and stamina to use and fuck me in every conceivable way.

I can practically see the moment that tightly-coiled spring just snaps as Travis explodes into action. His hands grip my shirt and he pulls me hard to him, my body crashing against his, his mouth crushing to mine. There's nothing subtle about it. He sucks hard on my bottom lip, using the weight of his body to push me backward and pin me against the wall. The spicy smell of his soap or body wash surrounds me, the perfect scent to ignite my senses as my hands move around him to squeeze his ass, bringing his lower body against mine.

He groans, and I can already feel the hard line of his dick as he moves against me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth to meet mine, urging me to follow as he retreats, only to suck my eager tongue into his own mouth.

Fuck, everything this man does just screams raw, sexual energy right now, and there's no doubt in my mind about how this is going to end up. My lust for him has turned half-crazed in just a matter of moments, and I'm positive I'd let him fuck me against the wall right now. No condom, no lube, nothing.

He seems to have other plans, though. With a gasp, he draws back from my mouth and drops to his knees in front of me, undoing my fly and yanking my jeans down. His breath is hot against my briefs and he mouths me through the fabric, my hands fisting in his hair.

His fingers curl into my waistband and he pulls my underwear down, my dick springing free, already fully hard.

"Fuck, yes," he groans as I step out of my underwear and pants.

He starts low, sucking my balls into his mouth, first one, then the other. My knees buckle, my fingers tightening in his hair as he moans around me like this is the best thing in the world to him.

He runs the flat of his tongue along the underside of my shaft, my dick twitching in response. And then he closes his lips around the head and flicks his tongue against the slit and I damn near lose the ability to stand, my hands going to his shoulders for support.

When he takes me deep into his mouth, my thick cock sliding down his throat, his lips pressing against my sac, I can feel the vibration of his moans and my balls already start to tighten.

But then he draws back with a loud, sexy gasp, my cock glistening with his saliva. His heated gaze meets mine and he reaches for his belt even as he gets to his feet.

Some of the blood makes it back to my brain, and instead of just standing there and waiting for him to make the next move, I stop him by grabbing his belt and tugging him toward me as I move away from the wall. Lips and tongues meet and my cock is trapped against his stomach for a minute before I pull away and lead him into the living room.

"Strip," I tell him, my voice as rough as gravel.

I pull off my own shirt and toss it aside, leaving me bare before him. His gaze roves over me even as I watch him undress, his pants and shirt getting thrown off before his boxers follow.

And God, he's got a beautiful cock. Big and thick, a prominent vein bulging underneath. His sac hangs low, heavy, and all I can think about is feeling it slap against me.

I sit down on the couch, my hand wrapped around the base of my cock as I look up at him.

"Fuck my mouth," I order.

I expected him to just stand in front of me, maybe put one foot on the couch for leverage and make me maneuver to get him in my mouth. But like the go-hard athlete he is, he climbs up onto the couch above me, his hands resting on the back of it. His gorgeous cock is right in front of me, and I wrap my hand around it and open my mouth, taking him in.

He lets me suck him at first, only matching my movements as I move my mouth a few inches past the head and jerk my hand over the rest of his shaft. He tastes like sweat and musk, his precum salty on the back of my tongue, and I could probably spend an hour just exploring him with my lips and tongue.

But that's not what I asked for.

Gripping his ass and relaxing my throat, I let him move. He starts with slow thrusts, half of his length sliding past my lips and back out. Then he goes deep, shuddering when I take all of him, a loud moan falling from his lips. I start to move again, breathing through my nose as I suck him for all I'm worth. Travis grips the back of the couch harder, leaning over me as he thrusts into my mouth, shallow but fast.

"Oh, fuck," he moans. "Fuck, that's good."

He draws back and drops down to kiss me hard, his knees snug on either side of my hips. With him so close, I can't help but wonder if he likes to be fucked as much as I do, but right now, I'm feeling a little selfish. And Travis definitely doesn't seem to mind.

"Fuck me," I plead against his mouth, still stroking him.

He stands, and I turn on the couch. Something base and carnal is alive and roaring within me, and I get on my knees, the front of my body supported by the arm of the couch. I lift my ass up, and Travis' hands are on me, kneading and squeezing. I feel a shift as his weight is taken off the couch, then hear the sound of his belt. Looking over my shoulder, I can see him grabbing a strip of condoms from his pocket, along with a packet of lube.

He gets himself ready, then two slick fingers suddenly move over my crack and I gasp. He probes my hole, pushing the digits inside, stretching me just a little until I'm squirming.

I can feel him get back on the couch, and when I look, he's kneeling behind me. He rests his fat cock on the cleft of my ass, sliding it over my crack. I push back against him until I feel the tip of the condom and then the head of his cock. He pushes into me and I drop my head down below my shoulders, moaning into the arm of the couch.

God, he feels good. Slowly filling me, stretching me. I try not to get greedy. It's been a while since I've been fucked, and the last thing I want is to overdo it and hurt myself. But I'm ready for this, and I push back even as he pushes forward, drawing a deep moan from him as he sinks every inch of his cock into me.

"Fuck," he growls, one of his hands moving to my shoulder.

He starts moving almost immediately, working into a slow and steady rhythm. And damn, he feels amazing sliding in and out of me, but I want more. I want him to pound me, and I reach back to dig my nails into his thigh so he gets the picture.

"Harder."

That one word is like a whistle blowing. He pumps into me, fast and deep, his heavy balls slapping against me with every thrust. Both of his hands are gripping my shoulders now, and I throw my head back and just enjoy the explosive sensation of pleasure every time his big dick hits me just right.

But it's not enough for Travis. He has to push himself.

Without any warning, he pulls all the way out and I whimper at the sudden loss. But his hands grip my hips and he's turning me so I'm one my side, one of my legs held straight against his body.

Then he thrusts into me again, and I cry out in sheer fucking bliss as he hits deeper than before. He works right back into the same rhythm, pulling me to him with every thrust. I've never been fucked like this before, and God, it's so fucking good. He's giving me everything I never knew I wanted, his massive body working overtime, his muscles straining, sweat beading on his skin as he goes all out.

I could come just from this; from him giving it to me like a fucking pro. But this time when he pulls out, I decide to take the reins and show him what I can do.

I turn quickly before he can position me where he wants me and I push him back against the couch. He doesn't resist, his eyes burning with the same fire that's searing through me right now. I climb over him, reach around to grip the base of his cock, and sink down on him in one smooth motion.

"Fuuuuck," he moans, his head falling back against the arm of the couch.

My knees hold tight against him and I ride his dick with all the control I've learned over the years, leaning over him as I lift up before sliding back down. When we're flush against one another again I grab onto his shoulders and just move my hips in a gyrating motion, clenching around him even as his own hips lift off the couch.

It's that motion that breaks me.

My orgasm comes on strong and sudden, overtaking me as my body spasms. I cry out with the force of it, feeling Travis grab my ass and pump into me once, twice, a third time before he goes silent and still, his muscles tensing and then letting go all at once with his release.

I'm panting as I come down, sweat dripping down my body, and all I can do is collapse atop him, utterly spent.