Scarlett
I stumbled into the hotel, half asleep. I’d dozed at first, but had fallen into a deep sleep, comforted by Travis’s muscular arm as I rested my head on him.
He was by my side, supporting me as we were taken to the nearby penthouse suite. I gave the usher my dad’s credit card and waved him away.
I had a change of clothes in my bag, but Travis had nothing other than the blood-stained clothes he was wearing. Somehow, I didn’t think we were going to need many clothes for the next day or so anyway though...
The thought woke me slightly as we locked the door behind us.
I kissed Travis, my hand on his hips as we stood there.
“Just need to clean myself up,” he said, looking at his wounds. He looked like an action hero from a war film, muscles showing through the ripped shirt.
“Later.” I smirked. “You look sexy like this.”
He stared down at me, blue eyes sparkling. “You sure you’re all right?” he asked. “I don’t mind if you wanna sleep some more.”
“I don’t want to sleep, Travis. I want to be with you.” I pressed my body to his, feeling his warmth against me. I felt a sudden bulge rising in his pants as his breathing deepened. I smiled. “Looks like you feel the same,” I murmured.
Desire rising, my face flushed and I felt wetness growing between my thighs. I longed for him, but controlled myself. I wanted this to be gentle and meaningful.
I wanted to show him how I really felt.
Apart from the sexual tension, I felt a deeper connection and was sure Travis felt it too.
“Well,” he said, his voice thick, “what are you waiting for?”
I pushed him in the chest, guiding him to the nearest bed. He sat obligingly on the edge of the mattress. His eyes widened as he stared at me, his head at the same height as my breasts. I grinned seductively, my hands on his shoulders. My body teasingly close to his, I could feel the heat coming off his skin.
I slowly lifted my blouse over my head and instantly felt his mouth on me, his kisses gentle and his stubble rough on my skin. His hands cupped my breasts through my bra as my top fell to the floor.
I leaned forward, pushing his face into my cleavage before taking his shirt off.
His strong but gentle hand touched my crotch, his fingers teasing me through my jeans.
I moaned softly in his ear and I looked down at him. A strip of black cloth was tied around the wound on his left arm. I quivered at the sight of his naked torso—muscled, scarred, and wounded.
I felt myself getting incredibly wet as he continued to tease me through my jeans. His large fingers fumbled with the buttons. Then he grabbed my jeans with both hands and ripped them open. Buttons popped as he yanked them to the floor, eager to get a better view.
I unclipped my bra behind my back, letting it fall forward as he gently pulled my panties down.
He sucked at my left nipple while his fingers slid into me.
I moaned.
His mouth moved to my other nipple, caressing me with his tongue. I felt a tingle of pleasure as he sucked at me, tendrils of ecstasy flowing outward from my core.
I stood there for a long moment, eyes closed as I lost myself in the sensation while running my hands from his neck to his shoulders, squeezing them gently.
He looked up at me and our eyes locked. I felt a connection to him, a closeness that I had felt since the first moment we’d become intimate.
“Travis,” I moaned between waves of pleasure as his fingers stretched me. “Get the rest of your clothes off. I want to see you.”
He stood up in front of me, powerful muscles bunching wonderfully.
I stroked his chest as he unfastened his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. Seeing the way he bulged through his tight boxer shorts, I grabbed him, marveling at his girth beneath my hand. I caressed him gently, delighting in his growl of desire. His hips began moving in time with my hand as I stroked him.
He then pulled his boxers down and I grabbed him as he emerged, rock hard.
I continued stroking him, jerking him off slowly with a steady rhythm and watching his face contort in pleasure.
“You’re beautiful, Scarlett. And you’re mine. I ain’t never letting you go,” he said gently, moaning the words.
I pushed him onto the bed. “Lie down,” I commanded.
I slowly crawled onto the bed, approaching him as he reclined and groped himself. My hard nipple brushed the end of his cock as he held it in place for me. I knelt as my hips reached his, taking him in my hand and teasing his shaft.
I rose high on my knees, guiding him into me. I then sat back down, slowly, teasing him as he entered. He slipped in easily and I felt him fill me to the brim, completing me.
We were meant for each other.
Waves of crackling electricity spread through us, rising into my stomach and breasts. I felt a tingling pulse through my body as I took all of him. Using my knees for support, I rode him gently at first, leaning forward on my hands and arching my back.
“Oh, fuck…” I moaned.
He pushed his hips upward in time with mine. I increased in pace as his breathing quicken. An animalistic desire burned in his blue eyes. His hands held my waist, accentuating his thrusts.
“Yeah. That’s it. Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said through clenched teeth.
I somehow managed to slow myself. “Travis…” I said, a wave of emotion building inside of me, “I love you.”
He thrusted into me more passionately. “I love you too.”
I was amazed to hear his words, hoping briefly that it wasn’t said merely in the heat of passion.
When I couldn’t control myself any longer, I rode him hard and fast. His hips thrusted with me, and I felt a familiar rising of pleasure in my stomach. I let myself go, moaning loudly as he stiffened and grew even harder.
He grunted, his eyes still on mine.
I grabbed his hands and pushed them back over his head and leaned forward until our faces were just inches away from each other.
“I’m coming, Scarlett. Oh, fuck…”
I slid back and forth, biting my lip, eyes half-closed as I felt an orgasm building. His whole body tensed beneath me. I came as he exploded inside me, his convulsions adding to my pleasure.
He kissed me, gasping into my mouth.
I screamed at an explosive finish, my body tensing and tightening around him.
Travis moaned as he watched, his piece still twitching.
I collapsed on top of him, weak after the pleasure started to fade.
He breathed deeply and steadily, his chest rising and falling beneath me.
“Wow,” I panted. “That...that was amazing.”