Travis

I kiss her. Hard.

It’s the only way I can think of to stop the wheels I can see in her head from turning, to make her forget what Nancy just said.

Damn it.

Nancy’s usually one of the smartest people in Hope Creek, but she gets emotional on her birthday, and when one’s emotional, one says things they don’t mean or things they’re not supposed to.

Grace pushes me away and looks at me with wide eyes. “Travis?”

Ah. Just as I thought, a kiss isn’t going to cut it.

“Come with me.”

I grab her hand and lead her into the school building. I try to open the first door I find.

It’s locked.

I try the second one on the opposite side, and it opens.

It looks like a faculty lounge with empty desks, whiteboards hanging from the wall, and curtains covering the windows, one of which is broken so moonlight floods into the room.

I hoist Grace on top of one of the desks and kiss her.

She places her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

Finally, she’s playing along, I think as our tongues mingle and she lets out a moan.

I need her to be into it, though. If I’m aiming for a complete distraction, this has to be intense.

Intense. Mind-blowing. Out of the ordinary.

I look around the room and see the pegs on the wall and the rubber wires in the corner. An idea enters my mind.

I pull Grace off the desk and lead her towards the end of the room against the wall.

“Hold your hands up, sweetheart,” I tell her.

She narrows her eyes at me.

I give her a quick kiss. “Do you want to have some fun, sweetheart, or not?”

Grace nods and obeys, lifting her hands over her head.

I go to the corner to grab the wires. I use a coil to tie her wrist to a peg and do the same with the other.

“Now you decide to tie me up,” Grace comments.

“Does it hurt?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “No, but I’m not sure I like it. Did I really like this before?”

“Who cares? I have a feeling you’ll like it when I’m done.”

I take off my necktie and wrap it around her eyes like a blindfold.

“Travis?” I hear the worry in her voice.

“Shh.” I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand, then run my thumb over her lower lip. “Just trust me on this. Don’t worry about anything. Don’t think of anything but the pleasure I give you.”

I suck on her lower lip, then reach down the neckline of her gown to cup a breast.

Grace gasps. Her nipple pokes against my palm and it tingles.

Something else stiffens and strains against my boxers.

No. I can have my own pleasure later. Right now, this is all about Grace’s.

I unzip her gown and the silk and chiffon pool around her ankles. I pull down her underwear and it falls on top of the blue pile.

I leave them both there and lick her earlobe as I rub her pert nipple.

She shudders.

I plant a kiss on her neck and reach between her legs. She closes them reflexively and my hand gets trapped between her quivering thighs. I push a knee in between them as I kiss the other side of her neck.

I find the nub hidden in her curls and stroke it. She throws her head back and lets out a cry.

I wrap my lips around one of her breasts as I continue stroking. I tug on her nipple and she shivers.

I move to her other breast and keep stroking her until her breath comes in gasps. I slip a finger inside her and she lets out another cry.

Feeling those walls of velvety skin clinging to me makes my cock even harder. I slip another finger inside and my cock throbs again.

I move those fingers in and out of her as I swallow her cries and turn them into moans. They become coated in her desire, slick and warm.

The tip of my cock becomes slick in turn.

I pull away and Grace gasps for air, her lips slightly swollen, her cheeks a deep shade of pink like her nipples.

I give her only a second to catch her breath, then drop to my knees on the floor. I grab her thighs, open my mouth and dig in.

“Oh God!” she cries out sharply.

“First I’m a devil. Now I’m God.” I trace her other pair of lips with the tip of my tongue. “Make up your mind, sweetheart.”

I push my tongue back inside her.

She tugs at the pegs.

“Travis!”

She is shaking even more now. Her hips start to jerk. Then she arches against me and lets out a sound that is a blend of a soft cry, a long moan and a loud gasp.

I pull away and look at her face. She has her mouth wide open, her head thrown back and her hair flowing past her shoulders.

Beautiful.

I want to push her to her knees and stuff that wide open mouth with my leaking cock, but I just stand and wait for her to recover from her orgasm. When she does, I take her wrists off the pegs and bend her over a desk.

I free my aching cock and push inside her with one thrust.

I grab Grace’s shoulders and lift them off the table as I pound into her. The desk rocks and creaks beneath her, its legs squeaking as they move across the floor.

She grips the edge of the desk and pushes back against me.

My nostrils flare.

“Oh, you’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“More,” she begs. “I want more.”

I pull out and turn her over. Then I pull her hips towards the edge of the desk and enter her again.

She lifts herself up and leans back on her arms as she wraps her legs around me. Her body shudders as I continue to pound into her. Her hair sways and the blindfold falls.

I tear the necktie off, then place one hand on her nape and kiss her fiercely as I manage a few more thrusts. Finally I bury myself deep inside of her.

She grips my shoulders as she throws her head back to let out a silent cry. She squeezes me, milking me for all I’ve got.

Our bodies tremble as one.

Then she lets go and crashes down on top of the desk. Her arms grow limp and her hands dangle over the edge.

I pull out and tuck myself back in, then sit on another desk as I catch my breath.

“That was… amazing,” Grace says breathlessly as she stares at the ceiling.

I know. It was for me, too. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I was supposed to give her the utmost pleasure, but I sure got mine in the process.

“No, not amazing.” She shakes her head. “That’s not the word I’m looking for.”

“Mind-blowing?” I suggest.

“Explo…”

I don’t hear the rest of her word because a bolt of lightning crackles in the distance and illuminates the sky. I jump off the desk and in the next moment a thunderous explosion rocks the ground.

“Travis.” Grace runs to me.

I wrap an arm around her but keep my gaze fixed on the horizon.

Another explosion. A larger one. And I know exactly what it means.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Travis?” Grace asks, concerned.

“The dome is broken,” I mutter under my breath.

“What?” Grace asks.

I ignore her and walk to the door. “Get dressed. This is an emergency.”

I walk out of the room and the building and look up at the sky with a frown.

I went to all that trouble to keep the true state of Hope Creek hidden from Grace, but there’s no hiding it now.

The bubble has burst.