CHAPTER 18
Travis
I effortlessly tossed Scarlett onto my shoulder, carrying her to the hotel in a fireman's carry. Incredulous eyes stared our way as I carried her towards the elevator, but I didn’t care.
The bellboy looked at us awkwardly, and then averted his eyes altogether, clearly not sure where to look.
“Top floor,” I said, hoping the elevator would hurry.
The bellboy sensibly decided not to follow us in, nor did anyone else.
The doors slid closed behind us, and I pressed the button for the top floor.
“You can put me down now,” Scarlett said.
“Whatever you say, miss.” I lowered her onto my chest, holding her so that her face was in front of mine. She draped her arms over my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my hips. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer. Her dress lifted, and I felt the warmth from her seeping through.
I kissed her gently on the lips, her mouth tasting sweet as she grabbed the back of my neck and caressed me. The smell of her was wonderful—a mixture of her natural scent and musky perfume. I could barely control my desire to rip her clothes off.
The elevator pinged behind me.
Our lips still locked, I carried her through the corridor and to her suite.
She pulled her face away from me and stared into my eyes, her cheeks flushed.
“I want you to fuck me, Travis. Now,” she said, her voice deep with lust.
I carried her over to a large ornate desk and swept it clean with one strong brush of my arm. A few items clattered to the floor and something smashed, but I didn’t care.
I placed her on the desk, opened her legs, and lifted her dress over her hips, revealing her skimpy soaked panties. I could see the shape of her, swollen with arousal.
I lifted the dress farther, pausing to grab her breasts. I squeezed them together, feeling her hard nipples on my palm as she groaned.
She tugged at the dress herself, pulling it over her head. Her plump breasts bounced slightly after being released from the confines of her clothing. I grabbed them a second time, the feel of the soft flesh under my tough hands putting me into a trance.
I slid my hands down her sides and hips, pausing to grab her ass and pushing her legs back as I pushed into her again, teasing. She pushed back, and we ground against each other, rhythm increasing in pace while we locked eyes.
She was so beautiful.
I grabbed the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, my eyes still on hers.
Completely naked, legs open, sitting on the desk, she stared at me. My gaze wandered down her body, seeing the way she glistened with arousal.
She ran her hand down her stomach, slipping two fingers into herself. With her eyes half closed, she moaned my name.
I threw my suit off as quickly as I could. Buttons and fabric ripped as I threw the clothes to the floor and stepped forward, unbuckling my belt, hands shaking with anticipation.
“Let me,” Scarlett said, jumping off the desk and pushing my hands away. She got down onto her knees and looked up at me as she unfastened the belt, the zipper, and the button of my pants. She then yanked them down in one deft movement.
Released by my boxer shorts, I sprang up, inches from her face.
“You’re a big boy,” she said, leaning forward. “Luckily for you, I’ve got wide hips. And a big mouth…”
I groaned as she took me in her mouth, gently rocking forward and backwards, her tongue circling the tip. Closing my eyes, I put my hands gently on to the back of her head and got lost in the sensation.
“Fuck, Scarlett. You’re beautiful,” I murmured.