I shrug, knowing it’ll piss him off. “It was mediocre.”
“Mediocre?” He cocks a brow.
“At best,” I continue, pushing myself farther back onto the counter.
“You’re lying.”
“You’re full of yourself.” I keep my eyes locked on his, challenging him.
“Less than a minute ago, you were full of my tongue.”
I scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not like you’re the only guy who knows how to watch porn and learn new tricks.”
He throws his head back, and in true Travis fashion, he laughs in my face. He brushes his fingers over the stubble of his jaw and lowers his face to mine.
“Your cunt is barely broken in, Princess. I had you coming so hard, you nearly passed out,” he states matter-of-factly, his voice raspy and controlled. “Admit it.”
“No.” I stay firm, trying to clench my legs together. Having his cock press up against my bare thigh is driving me insane, and I need relief.
“Then why are your legs shaking right now?” He arches a brow.
My mouth clamps shut, because I don’t really have an answer for him.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Do you get off on girls telling you you’re a god? Because if that’s what you need, it’s not happening.”
He purses his lips and grabs both of my wrists with his hands, planting them to the countertop. “I think you forgot the rules, Princess.” He sucks in his lower lip and dips his head into my neck, whispering over my ear, “You’re mine tonight and you’ll tell me whatever the hell I want because you and I both know you want to be fucked like a meaningless whore. So, unless you want me to leave you here, soaked and begging for it, you’ll say exactly what I want to hear.”
I swallow as his hot breath tickles my burning skin.
“Do we have a deal?”
I must be possessed because it takes me less than a second to respond. “Fine.”
He presses his lips to my cheek. “That’s my good girl.”
My body shivers, and he feels it.
“I want your mouth on me, Viola.” My eyes blink open as he backs away. “On your knees.”
He grabs my hand and guides me off the counter. From the waist down, I’m bare, so I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it on the floor. “Bra off,” he orders before I can kneel. I wrap my arms around my back and unhook it.
Before I can pull it off, he brings a hand to my shoulder and slowly pushes the strap down. He plants kisses along my shoulder, slowly igniting my senses. He moves to the other shoulder and pulls the other strap down, repeating the same motion with his perfect lips. Once it falls to the ground, he palms my breast and squeezes it roughly in his hand. My head falls back and sucks in a deep breath.
“Your tits are amazing,” he says, bringing me closer to him. “I want to fucking come all over them.” He brings his mouth down on mine, stealing the gasp that was about to release. He rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb, bringing it to a hard peak. I feel his hard cock pressed against me, and I’m greedy to taste it.
I bring my hand to his drawstrings again and this time, loosen them completely so they fall to his ankles. He kicks them off as I palm his shaft and feel it grow even harder.
“Goddammit, Viola,” he hisses against my lips, pressing his forehead against mine. “If your mouth feels half as good as your hand does, you’re going to kill me.” I feel his chest vibrate against me as he catches his breath. “I’m not coming in that filthy little mouth just yet.” He wraps both hands around my waist, pulling me up so my legs wrap around him. “We’ll save that for round two.” I hear the smile in his voice, and I don’t have enough willpower to deny him.
He walks us out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room. He pushes the door open with the heel of his foot and doesn’t close it behind him. I know no one else is home, but it still feels risky. By the time Travis lays me down on the bed and towers over me, all thoughts of it leave my mind.
My legs are still wrapped around him as he presses kisses to my throat and down to my collarbone. Moans vibrate against my skin as he makes his way down my chest and covers my nipple with his wet lips. My back arches on impact, begging him not to stop.
“Shit, Viola.” He groans between sucking. His mouth, lips, and hands are all over me and it still doesn’t feel like enough. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Fuck me, Travis,” I demand, tightening my legs around him. “I need to see what all the fuss is about.”