by Nicole Falls
“What are you—” I started before he lifted one of those hands to my mouth, using one of his long, thick fingers to shush me.
“I had this long, exaggerated speech, but now that I’m in front of you all I can think about doing is this,” he said before removing his finger from my mouth to softly connect his lips to mine.
I instantly gave myself over to the feeling of the kiss, easily opening my mouth when his tongue sought entry. I unclasped my hands from in front of me, to bring them behind Travis’ neck, sinking everything I had to give into this kiss. He trailed his lips from my mouth down over my neck, licking and nibbling way up to my ear, before capturing the lobe between his teeth and breathing into my ear, “So what do you think?”
“About?” I panted in response.
“Oh, you didn’t hear the question in those kisses?” he chuckled.
I giggled, “Mmm, not quite…maybe you should ask again?”
He captured my mouth once again, in a fleeting, teasing sort of kiss that had me feeling all tingly inside while simultaneously being annoyed that he refused to take it deeper, despite all my efforts to lock him in.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered into his mouth between kisses, feeling completely intoxicated off of him, “I can’t stand you, remember?”
His hands moved from my waist down to my ass, cupping and squeezing before he replied, “I dunno. It seems like you’re pretty into me right now.”
I rolled my eyes and giggled as Travis pulled back looking me in the eyes, pinning me with his gaze that was filled with longing and a hint of something else I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Look, I’m just gonna say this straight up, Isobel. I like you, and I’m interested in exploring where this can go…beyond the bedroom. So, are you down?”
“Oh…well this is awkward,” I replied, pressing closer to him to bite down on his lower lip before soothing it with a slow lap of my tongue against his mouth, “Because I was just tryna go back to the bedroom, but I mean, I guess we can—ahh!”
My teasing was cut short by Travis swooping me up into his arms and heading towards the door.
“Wait! What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the bedroom as requested, duh!” he replied with a grin.
“My purse, my keys…I need to lock up. And whose bedroom, mine or yours?” I asked, grinning right back at him.
“Mine is closer,” he said, releasing me down his body, slowly, but still keeping us connected as he let me down to my feet, “Get your things. I’m taking you home with me.”
I stepped away from him to head back to the office to grab my coat, purse, and keys to follow Travis back to his place. I’d barely taken a couple of steps when I felt the sting of his hand smacking my ass.
“Make it quick, Knight!”
I didn’t have to be told twice as I put some pep in my step to grab my things. As soon as I reappeared in the front of the shop, Travis grabbed my keys out of my hand, scooped me up and continued on his merry way.
“Travis, you’re going to have to put me down, so I can drive!” I screeched gleefully as he locked the door to Whisk.
He shook his head, “I’m not taking any chances of you having second thoughts, Knight. You’re riding with me. I’ll bring you back to your car in the morning.”
“The morning!” I exclaimed, “I open tomorrow. I need my car tonight.”
“That’s not gonna work for me. I guess we’d better get a move on so you can get enough rest, so you can survive in the morning after I’ve had my way with you tonight.”
“Trav—” I weakly tried to protest but was quickly silenced with a kiss as he placed me into the passenger side of his truck.
“You still tryna argue or…” he trailed off.
“Shut up, get in, and drive,” I commanded to which he quickly complied.
I’m confident we broke several traffic laws on the short ten-minute drive from the bakery to Travis’ house, but none of that was either of our concerns as we raced through his garage and up the stairs toward his wing of the house. He’d insisted on carrying me from the car yet again, saying it would be quicker and I just complied, more concerned with having him naked, hot, heavy and inside of me than arguing about walking. Once we crossed the threshold of his room, he quickly deposited me on the bed before reaching into the bedside table and dropping three condom packages onto the side table. He made quick work of the sweatpants and tee he’d been wearing before turning his attention toward me.
He slowly licked his lips before moving to grab me by the ankle to bring me toward the edge of the bed. His mouth descending upon mine, capturing it in a torrid kiss as his busy hands slowly removed my jeans and tee. Once I was half as naked as he, Travis stepped back briefly, his gaze roaming up and down my body as if he were in deep thought about where he would begin.
“Travis, please,” I whined after his perusal lasted a bit longer than I preferred.
The sound of my voice snapped him out of his trance, and he lowered his body to mine once again, settling between my legs and pressing kisses along my neck and jawline.
“What time do you have to be at the bakery?” he whispered, in between kisses.
“F-four,” I stammered when his mouth hit a particularly sensitive part of my neck.
He didn’t reply verbally, just kept pressing those soft, suckling kisses further and further down my body until he reached my breasts, tonguing my nipples through the lace of my bra. He continued licking and suckling my nipples through the fabric of the bra. The rasp of the lace against my diamond hard nipples creating a pleasurable sort of sensation that was only heightened when Travis reached under me, unclasped the bra, and removed it completely—moving to bite and suckle my bare nipples.
“Sssssshit,” I hissed, hips undulating as his mouth kept traveling down my body, nipping the undersides of my breasts, dropping kisses on my belly before he settled in with a satisfied growl between my legs. Foregoing the teasing that he’d laved upon my breasts, Travis snatched my panties off of me in nanoseconds, diving in tongue out. He used the stiffened tip of his tongue to tease my clit in rapid fire flicks, each one setting off a maelstrom of sensation that had me panting his name. Travis alternated between plying my lower lips with deeply sensual tongue laden kisses to using his tongue in conjunction with his fingers to fuck me into submission. The telltale quiver of my thighs warned of my impending orgasm, and he didn’t let up. Moving his fingers within me even more rapidly to drive me headfirst off the cliff into a sea of passion. I was on a free fall screaming his name over and over while I gave myself over to the waves of immense pleasure that washed over me as Travis continued to use his tongue, licking me from my clit to my lower back and everywhere in between.
Coming down off my orgasm, I felt wrung out, zapped of all energy, but the familiar sound of the condom package being torn open gave me a half of a second of energy. I propped myself up on my elbows, chest heaving, lower lip tucked between my teeth as I watched Travis sheath himself, then sit back on the bed, resting against the headboard.
“C’mere,” he said, crooking a finger in my direction while patting his lap.
That one word gave me all of the rest of the energy I needed to climb up on his lap and slowly slide down onto his shaft. We shared moans of pleasure once I was fully seated, and with a swift tap to my ass, Travis jumpstarted my movements—a slow, circular grind that soon gave way to a frantic bouncing up and down as Travis pumped upwards into me. I buried my face in his neck, panting once again as I felt my orgasm building. I tried to slow the tempo down and prolong our connection, but Travis must have been close as well because he took control of the pace. His hands were gripping my ass as he pounded into me mercilessly, drawing louder and louder screams of delight from me.
“Fuck,” Travis gritted out as I came apart on top of him, in a quivering mass of wetness, creaming all over his dick.
He came soon after me, driving into me with a loud roar like he was trying to fuse our bod
ies permanently. I remained slumped in his lap, willing my breathing to come back down to normal so I could get up to relieve my aching hips. When my breathing had finally settled, and I was about to remove myself from his lap, I could feel Travis hardening inside of me once again.
“Seriously?” I moaned, with a grin.
Travis responded with a matching grin, “Let me switch out then round two is on.”
He eased me off of his lap, carefully, while gripping the base of his shaft to secure the current, filled condom before doing just as he said, swapping out and suiting up once again for round two. When he came back into the room, he urged me onto my knees to slide into me from behind with a none too gentle stroke that immediately spurred me on to give as good as he was giving me. I threw my ass back, up, down, and around even sideways, determined to make Travis tap out before I could. My efforts were fruitless as he had me trembling and cumming all over his dick once again in no time once he drew my body upright and clasped one of those strong hands around my neck, applying just enough pressure to heighten my pleasure. I came in a gasping, soundless wave of shudders, my pussy clasping, and unclasping so strongly that Travis’ orgasm was less than half a step behind mine. We collapsed onto the bed wearing twin expressions of contentment as Travis wrapped me in his arms, pressing warm kisses to my forehead, nose, then lips.
I must’ve fallen asleep just like that because the next thing I remembered was Travis nudging me awake at just before three am, claiming that he wanted to ensure he sent me off to work with a smile as he slid into my warmth once again. After a morning quickie, he took me to Whisk where I rushed to my car, to run home and shower before returning to the bakery, with that smile Travis promised stretched wide across my face.
epilogue
~ *six days later* ~
“Travis Monroe Coleman! Leave that girl alone so y’all can come in here and see the conclusion of this show!” my mother called out from the pool room where I’d had a projector brought in for everyone to come in and watch the finale of Ultimate Holiday Bake Off.
The pool room, which housed my indoor/outdoor pool had a covered patio space that had more than enough room for me to remove the existing furniture and replace it with some tables and chairs for the crew to come in and watch Bake Off. Isobel had gone to the kitchen to refresh the pitchers with drinks, and I’d followed right behind her, cornering her into my pantry for a little bit of private time. I guess we’d been gone a little too long judging by my mother’s bellowing. Isobel giggled, pushing me away from where I’d been nibbling her neck, trying to convince her to head upstairs.
“I told you that you were going to get us in trouble,” she teased, before ducking under my arms and quickly grabbing the pitchers of drinks to take back to the pool room.
I took a few seconds to myself, willing my erection to go down before I walked back into the room to catch the final judging panel before Thad announced the results. I settled onto a little two-seater bench next to Isobel, resting my arm around her shoulders as Gam smiled at us. She gave me a quick thumbs up before commenting to the group at large, “It’s a damn shame what happened to that Thad boy isn’t it?”
“I always knew it was something about him that didn’t quite curl over,” my mother piped up.
“I know that’s right, Auntie Lydia,” Tesha confirmed, “He did seem like he was a bit off while you guys were taping, huh y’all? Maybe not such a shame at all.”
Over the weekend a colossal scandal had broken, with footage of Thad using unfortunate racial epithets that were unbecoming of someone who was employed by a minority-owned network. I would have never guessed such vile things would come from him because as annoying as he was, he and I never had any flack. However, Savor’s parent company wasn’t with the shits and Thad was summarily relieved of his duties at the Savor network, which resulted in me receiving an exciting call from network execs earlier this week. So far, no one but Isobel knew, but I was in negotiations to become the new host of Bake Off along with a few other shows that Thad had hosted. It wasn’t quite how I saw my career going, but I didn’t want to turn down a chance to get my foot in the door. I’d left a strong impression on both the execs and audience along the run of Bake Off, so Thad’s set back was my come up. I was set to travel back to Blackwood to meet with the network and sign contracts early next month.
“Shhhhh!” Gam called out, giving Isobel and I a knowing smirk, “They’re finally about to announce the winners.”
Oh, the television Thad’s voice sounded, “The judges have made their final decision and the winner of 2018’s Ultimate Holiday Bake Off is…Team Just Bakes!”
“What? Oh, this is horseshit!” Tesh yelled out.
“Booooo! I want a recount,” my mother sounded off, right behind Tesha.
All of the other guests were murmuring about how Isobel and I not winning was hogwash and that the judges were hacks, but Gam sat back with a knowing grin on her face.
“Gam,” I called out, “You’re not upset we didn’t win.”
She shook her head, “I already knew, honey. Belly can’t hold good news, the threat of suing be damned, so the fact that she was so mum let me know that the outcome wouldn’t be what we all expected. But that’s fine because you all walked out with something more valuable than those winnings—each other.”
I grinned down at Isobel, who was looking up at me with a suspicious look on her face.
“What, babe?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
“I dunno, Gam,” Isobel said, with a grin, “Whisk could have really used that fifty grand.”
“Hush, girl!” Gam scolded, and we all laughed.
Later that night, after everyone had cleared out, Isobel and I laid in my bed, getting ready to knock out when she whispered, “You know Gam was right, though?”
I nodded, before leaning down to press a soft kiss upon Isobel’s upturned lips, “Damn straight she was.”
Afterword
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About the Author
Nicole Falls is a contemporary Black romance writer who firmly believes in the power of Black love stories being told. She’s also a ceramic mug and lapel pin enthusiast who cannot function without her wireless Beats constantly blaring music. When Nicole isn’t writing, she spends her time singing off key to her Tidal and/or Spotify playlists while drinking coffee and/or cocktails! She currently resides in the suburbs of Chicago.