Page 28 of Light It Up Red
“Take them off,” I say while pointing to his pants.
“Fuck, you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, Lili,” he groans before removing his pants. His cock springs free and bounces up against his lower abdomen.
Crawling forward, I position myself between his spread legs. My hand wraps around his cock, and my lips lightly kiss the tip.
Travis hisses as his hand cups my cheek. “Suck me.”
My pussy gushes at his words. I don’t know if it’s the thought of having him in my mouth, or his commanding tone that does it for me. But I’m not going to question it, because I want him. I want to please him. I want to be whatever he needs right now.
Licking my lips, I close my mouth around his tip, just the tip, and suck. I keep my eyes on his face as I slowly lower myself down on his shaft as far as I can go without choking.
“Fuck. Yes. Just like that, babe. Take me. It’s all yours,” Travis praises, and I get a different kind of warm sensation in my stomach.
The idea that this man is mine, just mine… I like it. I’ve never wanted anyone to be mine more than I do with him. Maybe I’ve been dick-matized. Because wanting to be his, needing him to be mine after just a couple of days, is absurd.
Though this is not the time to question my sanity or the reasons I feel the way I do. That’s tomorrow’s problem.
Flattening my tongue on the underside of his cock, I slide up his length, to the tip, before my head bobs back down again. I reach a hand towards my pussy. My clit is throbbing, begging to be touched as I press my fingers down and sigh when the pleasure builds between my thighs. My hips thrust forward, grinding against my palm as I continue to suck on Travis’s cock.
“Fuck me, I want you to make yourself come while my cock is jammed down your pretty little throat,” he says before wrapping a hand around my hair. Then he starts guiding my movements, thrusting up into my mouth at a faster pace.
I moan around him, my fingers matching his rhythm as they rub at my clit. I can feel my orgasm building. I’m so close.
“Fuck yes. I’m going to come, Lili,” Travis warns. I don’t pull away. I want him. I want his taste on my tongue.
The moment the first squirt hits the back of my throat, I fall over the edge. And my own orgasm hits me like a freight train. Crashing into me. Leaving me heaving as I pull back from his cock. Travis reaches down and picks me up from the floor. My legs settle on each side of his hips, and his lips slam down on mine before his tongue pushes into my mouth.
My hand flies out, swatting at whatever’s touching my face. “Ow, shit, you do not hit like a girl, babe,” Travis grunts.
My eyes snap open. “Travis?” Then flick around the room while memories of last night creep into my consciousness. “What time is it?”
“It’s five thirty,” he says.
“In the afternoon? Why didn’t you wake me?”
“No, in the morning.” He chuckles. “I have to go.”
“You’re leaving? Now? It’s not even daytime yet.” I squeeze my eyes shut again.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” His lips press to mine and I can’t help but smile against them.
“Mmm. Where are you going?”
“We have a game in Vegas. I’ll be back to New York in a few days,” he says.
“Okay.” I sigh. As much as I want to follow him, I know I can’t. I have to go home. I might work for my family’s company but I still work. And I have a job to do.
“I’ll see you in a few days,” Travis tells me.
“I’m getting up,” I reply, even though my eyes are still closed.
“Don’t. Stay here and sleep. Just drop the key off at the desk before you leave.”
“Okay. Try to not miss me too much while you’re off in Vegas with all those showgirls.” I yawn.
“They ain’t got nothing on you, babe. See you soon.”
“Lil, where are you?” Alessandro’s voice blares against my eardrum.
