“Oh my God, Travis. You’re so vile.”
“I love riling you up. Makes me hard as fuck.”
She looks down at my cock, which is at full attention, and smirks. “Obviously.”
“And you like it, so…”
She drops down to her knees and licks the precum from the tip, then takes her time licking me. I grab fists of her hair as she manages to put most of me in her mouth. My eyes practically roll in the back of my head when she cups my ass in her hands and shoves me deeper down her throat.
“Mm,” I say, knowing that if she keeps up this rhythm, I won’t be able to last much longer. It’s been too long since I’ve felt her—since I’ve felt this overwhelming need. And though I’m known for my stamina, right now, it’s complete bullshit. I watch her every movement as she slows her pace, paying attention to every inch. Before she brings me to the edge, she looks up at me and places my balls in her mouth, teasing me while she strokes me.Holy. Fuck.
“Viola.” I look into her eyes, and she knows. Our gaze isn’t broken as I come, and she swallows it all.
“King,” she says, smiling.
I take her hand and lead her to the bed, kissing the fuck out of her before she falls back against my pillows. Taking my time, I sit on the edge and position myself beside her. The pain is a motherfucker, but it’s nothing more than an inconvenience when Viola’s naked body is pressed against me, practically begging me with every blink of her eyes.
I run my fingers through her hair before our kisses transform into pure greed.
“Jesus, you’re ready to go again?”
“Don’t look so surprised, Princess.”
She bends down and grabs my nipple between her teeth and tugs.
“Keep doing that, and you might not walk for a week.”
“Challenge accepted.” Viola doesn’t wait another second before she’s straddling me and taking full control. This confident, sexually charged side of her is sexy as fuck. She eases all of me in and closes her eyes, letting out a deep throaty moan as our ends meet.
Once she begins rolling her hips, taking me from the shaft to the tip then back down again, I feel like a goddamn virgin on prom night. Especially with her greedy little pussy wrapped around me so tightly, taking every inch like she owns it. Maybe she does.
“Viola,” I say as I dig my fingers in her hips, slowing her down. For once, I want to enjoy it, enjoyher.
She leans over, concern written on her face. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
I laugh and wrap my arms around her back and pull her closer until her face is inches from mine. “The only thing that hurts is knowing we can’t do this whenever we want.”
She kisses me, and every emotion of hers floods straight through me. It’s want and need mixed with lust. It’s hate and love and every pent-up aggression we’ve shared over the years. All of it trickles away and is replaced with something else, something different. It feels like pure fucking perfection. Once her orgasm builds, she counts to three, then four, and eventually five. Before I lose myself completely, I realize that we’re no longer fucking. No, for the first time, Viola and I are making love. And the look on her face, before she whispers six, tells me that she feels it, too.
Seconds turn into minutes as I hold her in my arms.
“I have to read a chapter for my Strategic Management class before I go,” she whispers, leaning her head against my chest.
“I’m sure you’ve read it several times already.” I gently trace circles on her arm with my thumb. She perks up and gives me a look confirming my suspicion, but it doesn’t surprise me.
“Being here is just too comfortable,” she says with her naked body against mine, pouting.
For a second, I stop everything and listen. And the fear on Viola’s face tells all.
“Up, out, hurry,” I say, as Viola frantically rushes out of my room. I pull the blankets up over my body and close my eyes.
My door cracks open. “Dude, you awake?” Drew asks.
My heart is racing as I pretend to be groggy.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Is Viola here?”