TRAVIS
The door snaps closed,and I’m so livid that she’s going out with Jason that I slam my fist into the wall. My knuckles crack as it breaks through the sheetrock. The deep indentation of a fist is undeniable. I shake out my hand and that’s when I notice my broken skin. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve never had a woman make me lose control like that, and to know Viola Fisher is the reason pisses me off beyond belief.
The swelling and bruising start to set in, but I can barely feel the pain. I walk into the kitchen and take two shots, angry for allowing my emotions to get the best of me. After a few deep breaths, I take another one and wait as the tequila courses through my veins. I’m beginning to think more clearly, other than the building tension inside my body that feels like poison. I need to get rid of it pronto. I suck in a deep breath and pull my phone from my pocket. The first number I see is none other than the boss’s daughter, Alyssa. This is a dangerous game, and I almost think twice about sending her a text, but I do it anyway, thanks to the tequila.
Travis
I’m ready to take you up on that offer, babe. Tell me when and where.
She sends her address and the code to enter her building immediately. Viola only helped me see the light, and tonight, I’ll do what I’ve been meaning to do for the past few days: fuck away the very thought of her.
I lock the house and walk to the car. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, and I wonder if Jason even gave Viola his jacket. I wonder where they are and what they are doing even though I shouldn’t give two shits about it. Before she left, Viola had looked at me like I was her worst enemy.Fuck this.
Knowing I shouldn’t drive, but doing it anyway, I crank the car and listen to the deep rumble of the Challenger. My head is in a fog as I back out of the driveway and slam on the gas as I enter the highway leading to downtown. Alyssa lives in one of those elite buildings with codes and security guards and people who push the elevator floor buttons for you. I’ve never visited her before—this is the first time for that—but she’ll be the perfect distraction I need to pull me back to reality.
I park in one of her reserved parking places and enter the code to the door. I give the older gentleman the floor number, and we zip to the top of the building. When the elevator door opens, I realize that Alyssa has the entire floor to herself.
She’s everything you’d imagine a CEO’s daughter to be.
She greets me wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and thong. Her tits spill out of the sheer lace, and she smiles at me as if I’m the most delicious piece of candy she’ll ever eat. No time passes before she removes her bra and drops it to the floor. Her dark nipples beg for me to suck them. I walk to her, place my arms around her waist, and dip down to take one in my mouth. She throws her head back and moans my name with pleasure.
Alyssa slowly unbuttons my shirt, then drags her fingers down to my zipper and lowers it. Soon, I’m standing in her living room in only my boxer shorts. The city lights and cars on the highway are a perfect setting and allow the light to leak in around us.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she says, reaching for my cock and wrapping her delicate fingers around my length. Wasting no time, I rip the little lace panties from her body and throw them to the floor. Her lips touch mine, and as I kiss her, I’m furious to realize I don’t feel anything like I did with Viola. I hate that she’s consuming my thoughts and even more annoyed that as I’m kissing a hot blonde bombshell, Viola in her T-shirt and glasses is poisoning my thoughts. I grab Alyssa’s tight ass in my hand, and we walk backward until her ass touches the cool wood of the kitchen table. She sighs and moves my boxer shorts from my hips and begs me to fuck her. Before it goes too far, I bend down and pull the foil wrapper from my pants pocket. Alyssa smiles and takes the condom from my hand. Her big blue eyes meet mine as she rips the package open with her teeth. Carefully, she guides the rubber over my length before lying back on the table.
I flick her nipple with my tongue as I move deep inside her. She’s so wet, and when I fill her with my dick, she screams my name, not caring who hears. I pant against her neck as the clapping sound of ass against wood echoes through the room. She keeps trying to kiss me, but I don’t feel like I can, so I move her to the couch and bend her over the edge to fuck her from behind. I go fast and hard, and before long, she’s coming on my dick. I’m moaning and remembering Viola melting under my touch. It brings my pending orgasm to an intense level, and I know by just the thought of her I won’t be able to hold it back much longer. Alyssa arches her back and circles her hips as I pick up my pace. As I come, I close my eyes and topple over her.
I pull out and look down at the condom, which is busted open, and I begin to panic. Her ass is still in the air as if she’s waiting for a second helping. My heartbeat pounds in my ears and I begin to have a mini freak-out. She turns around, glances down at the broken condom in my hand, and smiles.
“I’m on the pill, Travis.” She smiles. “It happens.”
I somewhat relax by the fact she’s double-protected, but all I can think about is how it doesn’t happen and hasn’t ever happened to me.
She walks into the bathroom to clean herself up, but when she returns, her expression changes.
“Whose Viola?” she asks after a minute, her lips press into a firm line.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You whispered her name…”
Alyssa’s arms are crossed, and the look on her face is almost frightening. I give her a smile and walk to her.
“Who is she, Travis?” She’s pouting, making sure to add a little whine to her tone. I actually hate it when she does that.
I slip on my boxer shorts. “It’s my roommate's little sister. She’s no one.” She doesn’t look like she believes me, so I sweeten my tone. “Trust me,baby.”
Her shoulders relax, and she flashes a flirty grin. I place a palm against her cheek and guide her lips to mine, kissing her the way she wants to be kissed, passionately and needy. Although to me, it’s emotionless.
Alyssa breaks the kiss and licks her lips. The corner of her mouth tilts up as if she’s just come up with a filthy idea. I don’t question it as she grabs my hand and leads me to her bedroom.
“I want to make you feel good. I want you to forget about Viola. I want you to screammyname, Travis.” The sound of V’s name on her tongue makes me uneasy, but I push it away as she moves my boxer shorts from my hips and guides me to the bed. She licks up and down my stomach before fully taking me into her mouth. After a few minutes, I’m ready to go again, and I’m grateful she’s a sex kitten, but confused that I would whisper Viola’s name and not even notice. I close my eyes and try to focus on one of the best blow jobs she’s ever given me. Alyssa even makes sure to give my balls extra attention by licking and sucking them. She perks up when I say her name, taking me deeper in her mouth. The room fills with her moans of pleasure, and after she works for it, I give her what she wants.
“Mmm. God, I love the way you taste,” she says, making sure to lick the tip dry. I open my arms and instead of her falling into them, she pulls a condom from her drawer, places it on my shaft, and then sits on me. Her tits bounce, and she moans my name as she rides me. I thumb her clit, wanting to please her a second time, and as she roughly tugs her nipples, she comes again, then falls against my chest. She’s so greedy, but it’s exactly what I need right now—a woman who isn’t afraid to take exactly what she wants. I wrap my arms around her, and we lie there, still connected. At least she’s satisfied.
After we’re completely worn out, I decide it’s time to go. A few hours have passed and though I’ve gotten exactly what I wanted, I still feel incomplete. I dress and slip on my shoes.
“Travis,” she says as I pull my keys out of my pocket.