Object of My Desire

by R. L. Kenderson

  “I came with some people. They’re all supposed to be dancing, too, but I don’t see any of them at the moment.”

  “We can make our way around the room,” Owen offered, close to my ear now that the music was getting louder as we got closer to the dance floor. “Maybe we’ll find them.”

  “Or they can come to us,” I said.

  Owen laughed. “I like you. You’re smart.”

  I shrugged and smiled like I was clever but really didn’t want to interrupt Vanessa and Trevon. Also, I really didn’t want to watch Travis dance with other women.

  Thankfully, the music was fast, and I caught the beat right away. I had gone out to dance all the time when I was in college. I thought that was how I’d burned off the drinks I’d consumed back then. But I rarely went out to nightclubs anymore, which was a shame. Getting older was nice, but it also sucked in some ways.

  Owen and I danced and mingled with the couple around us. Pretty soon, I forgot about Travis and no longer wondered what he was doing.

  Out of nowhere, two arms wrapped around my middle and pulled me back against a tall, hard body. I was startled but only for a moment because I recognized Travis almost right away. I didn’t know if it was his smell or the way he felt, but I knew it was him.

  “You were supposed to come and rescue me,” he said right next to my ear.

  I tried to turn to look at him, but he had a tight hold on me. I leaned my head back on his shoulder. “I thought you were joking.”

  He met my eyes. “I wasn’t. I came here to hang out with you, sexy. Not them.”

  His words caused a warmth in my belly that spread throughout my body. I reached up and cupped the back of his head and pulled it down, so I could kiss him. If I’d thought about my actions, I wouldn’t have done it, afraid I was overstepping. So, I was glad I hadn’t thought about it because he did not hold back. He didn’t care if anyone saw us. His kiss made my toes curl.

  “Travis,” someone shouted his name.

  He lifted his head and looked around. I also turned my gaze in front of me.

  “Hey, Sydney,” Jenna said. “We were wondering where you were.”

  I studied her for a moment to make sure she wasn’t upset about me being in Travis’s arms, but she seemed normal.

  “Yeah. I went to the bar. And I met Owen.” I looked around and saw Owen had moved away. Probably after Travis had approached. I motioned him over. “Hey, Owen, I found some of my friends.” I introduced him to Jenna and Travis.

  “Come on, Owen. Let’s dance,” Jenna said to him.

  Owen looked starstruck but managed to nod.

  Travis slipped his hand underneath my shirt as we danced. His hand was like a brand on my belly. It was hot, and the heat was traveling down to my pussy.

  I could feel his erection pushing against my ass. He hadn’t been hard when he first showed up, and I hoped that it was caused by his desire for me.

  Travis put his mouth on my neck and kissed me there. His pecks turned into open-mouthed kisses that only made the need inside me get stronger. He felt so good; he could have taken me on the floor in front of all these people, and I would have gladly let him just to have him inside me again.

  The song ended, and a slow ballad started. Travis spun me in his arms, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “I want to take you back to the hotel and fuck you. So badly.”

  “Why don’t you take me then?”

  After finding and saying good-bye to Vanessa and Trevon, Travis and I were now back at the hotel. I pulled him onto the elevator and hit the button for the second floor. It would be a quick ride up, but it felt like it took forever for the doors to close.

  At the last second, a hand went in the middle of the doors to keep them open, and an extended family of seven crowded into the small space with us.

  Travis pulled my back to his front, and my ass hit his hard-on. He sucked in a breath at our contact, maybe a little from pain and a little from pleasure.

  I chuckled at his predicament. Thankfully, the family was too busy talking over each other to pay much attention to the two of us in the corner.

  I rubbed my ass over his erection, and he groaned.

  He nipped my ear. “You’d better be careful.”

  I tilted my head back to speak into his ear, “What are you going to do?” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Spank me?”

  He smiled and shook his head. “I’m going to tease the fuck out of you.”

  I decided to call his bluff. I arched my pelvis forward and slipped a hand in between our bodies. I ran my thumb down his cock, and then I squeezed him with my fist.

  Travis grabbed my hand as the doors opened. “In the back,” he said to let the group know we were getting off.

  He pushed me forward, and once in the hall, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down to our rooms. We stopped at his room where he quickly pulled out his key card and let us in.

  As soon as the door shut behind us, Travis pushed me against the door and kissed me. Then, he slowly walked us backward toward the bed.

  He stepped away from me. “Get naked and lie on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

  He disappeared into my room for what I assumed was to get some condoms, so I did what the man had asked. I took off my clothes and got on the bed.

  Travis came back with several condoms, a couple of things that looked like pillowcases, and my vibrator.

  I gasped. “How did you find Tripp?”

  He grinned. “I saw where you’d stashed him after you threw him at my head.”

  He tossed the toy and condoms down next to me on the bed and sat on the opposite side. He was very close to my head, and I didn’t understand why until he lifted one of my arms above my head.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  He lifted one of the items that was indeed a pillowcase. “I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard.” He wrapped the pillowcase around one wrist.

  “Okay.” I’d never done anything like this, but I wasn’t opposed to it. I was getting excited to see what he had in store for me.

  Once he was done with one arm, he lifted the other and repeated his actions. Travis stood, and I tested my restraints. They weren’t tight, and I could probably get out of them. I was kind of relieved that I wouldn’t be trapped in here if Travis had a heart attack or something. Not that anything was going to happen, but it was still a comfort.

  Travis walked to the end of the bed and pulled one of my legs, so I was no longer sitting halfway up. This way, my arms were stretched above me.

  “I know you can easily get out of those,” he said to me, “but I’m trusting you to keep your hands there.” He raised an eyebrow.

  I nodded in agreement.

  He smiled. “Good.” He put a knee on the bed and pushed my legs open. “Wow. Already wet. Someone likes being tied up?”

  I shook my head. “Someone likes being with you.”

  He pushed a finger into me, and I moaned. “Great answer.”

  He pulled his hand away and got down on his stomach. He ran his nose along the inside of my thigh and then did the same with the other. He looked up at me and grinned. As he maintained eye contact with me, he put his mouth on my clit and sucked.

  It was a very strong sensation so soon, and I threw my head back and bucked my hips.

  Travis wrapped his hands around my legs to hold me still.

  I closed my eyes and let myself feel as Travis licked my center and proceeded to give me the greatest head of my life. I always loved it when a guy liked going down on me. No woman ever wanted a guy to do it just because he felt like he had to.

  Travis slowly built me up with every kiss, lick, and stroke. When he put his lips on my clit again and sucked, I was ready for the sensation. And I was also ready to come.

  I rotated my hips across his face and was almost there when Travis pulled away.

  I opened my eyes to see him sitting up. “Wha—wh—why�
�d you stop?”

  He tilted his head to the side and pretended to look confused. “I’m sorry. In the elevator, I said I was going to tease you if you teased me. You went for it, so I thought this was what you wanted.”

  “Noooo,” I whined.

  He grinned. “Revenge is a dish best served hot and wet.”

  He picked up Tripp and turned it on. He studied it for a moment and then looked at me.

  My eyes widened as I realized what he was going to do. He brought it down and put it directly on my sensitive clit.

  I thrashed my head back and forth. I was so close.

  He moved it away before I could come and pushed it into me. It didn’t feel as good there, but I supposed that was the point. He fucked me with Tripp for a few minutes and pulled it out and held it up.

  “Look how fucking wet you are. Amazing.”

  I would have blushed if I wasn’t so turned on.

  I thrust my hips. “Please.”

  He put the vibrator back between my legs. “Please what?”

  He pushed it down on my clit again, and I knew I was going to orgasm in seconds.

  He pulled it away.

  “Noooo,” I cried again. “This isn’t fair. I’m sorry I teased you. Please let me come.”

  Travis grinned, turned off Tripp, and stood. I’d forgotten he was still completely dressed, except for his shoes. He pulled off his shirt and pushed off his boxers and jeans. I moved to touch him, as he was hard and beautiful, but I was stopped by the ties.

  “I want to touch you.”

  He shook his head. “Not yet.”

  He reached for a condom, and I watched him slowly roll it down his impressive length. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he was putting a show on for me.

  It worked because I only wanted him more.

  “You’re mean.” I pouted.

  Travis just laughed.

  He pushed my legs wide and knelt between them. He grabbed my vibrator again and turned it on. He thrust it in and out of me a couple of times and then pulled it out. “Are you ready?”

  “I don’t know.” I didn’t know what he was going to do next.

  He laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  He pressed the toy down on my clit again, and despite my being afraid that he was going to pull it away, my climax was barreling down on me.

  And, like a moron, I yelled out, “Oh shit, I’m going to come.”

  “I know, sexy. Let it go.”

  And, right before my orgasm hit, he thrust into me.

  I came so hard that I actually saw stars, and I didn’t care if I passed out.

  Thankfully, I didn’t faint, and I rode my orgasm for what felt like a full minute. It was glorious.

  When my body finally relaxed, I felt like a limp noodle. I opened my eyes to see Travis grinning down on me.

  “Hey, sexy.”

  He untied my hands, and I used all my strength to run my fingers down his six-pack.

  He twitched inside me, and I smiled.

  “Your turn.”

  Travis leaned over and kissed me as he began to thrust into me. He pushed an arm under one leg, bringing it to my chest, giving him access to go even deeper.

  I moaned as he rode me to his own climax. I held on tight to him and enjoyed the pleasure. I knew I wasn’t going to come again, but it still felt incredibly good.

  And, as Travis came, I tightened my inner muscles down on him in hopes that it would make his orgasm feel as amazing as mine had felt.

  He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and sweating.

  I never wanted the weekend to end.

  Travis got up to get rid of the condom in the bathroom, and I snuggled down under the covers.

  I didn’t know if I should stay or go to my own room, but I told myself to worry about it after a few minutes. Travis wouldn’t mind me staying there and relaxing for a bit.

  I heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on and off, and then Travis came out of the bathroom.

  He smiled when he saw me. “You look comfortable.”

  I had the covers up to my nose and half of my face buried in the pillow. I smiled back at him. “I am.”

  He slid into bed on his side and picked up the remote. “Want to watch some TV?”

  “Sure,” I said as I let my eyes close. “If I fall asleep, feel free to wake me.”

  Travis grabbed my wrist and tugged on it. “Come over here.”

  I opened my eyes to see him pat his chest.

  This was an invitation I’d be crazy to turn down.

  I scooted over, and he slid an arm under my neck. I pushed my body flush with his, resting my head on his shoulder.

  He kissed my forehead. “Go ahead. Close your eyes.”

  And I did just that.

  Travis rubbed Sydney’s back, enjoying her half-lying on him. But that wasn’t the only thing he enjoyed. He’d had fun with her all night.

  The more he was around her, the more he liked her, and he planned to see more of her when they got back home.

  He remembered how she had said they were kind of friends. She thought they were barely friends. Obviously, she was unsure of where he stood, and he was probably to blame for that. He had kissed her and run.

  But maybe he could do something to start now, so she would know that he saw them as more than kind of anything.

  Sydney’s breathing had changed almost as soon as she lay down, so he could tell she was sleeping. Very gently, he used the arm that wasn’t holding her to reach down to the floor for his jeans that he’d thrown to the side of the bed when he undressed. Once he found those, he felt around until he found his phone in his pocket and pulled it out.

  He opened Instagram and hit the plus sign to add a new post. His photos opened, and he looked through the ones he’d taken tonight. He had a few of Sydney and a couple that they had taken together as selfies. He picked his favorite of each. He wrote a comment about having a great time that night with Sydney, but he couldn’t find her.

  He could have sworn that Sydney was on Instagram.

  He went back to the home page and used the search button to look for her.

  He had to scroll through a few, but there she was.

  Hmm. He could see that she’d followed him, but he’d never followed her back. He hit the button to remedy that. Maybe that was why she’d thought they were only kind of friends.

  He went back to posting the pictures of them from earlier that night and added, Had a great time with this lady tonight. He hit Share and set his phone down.

  Hopefully, that would help to let her know how he felt.

  I awoke the next morning, disorientated. I didn’t quite have a hangover, but I could feel the effects of the alcohol on my sleep.

  I was going to need lots of coffee to get myself up and running for the day. Thank heavens the signing didn’t start until one in the afternoon.

  I reached for my phone that I’d been smart enough to put on the nightstand when I got undressed last night, but there was something hindering my movements.

  I pulled up the covers to see Travis’s arm around me.

  I immediately smiled.

  I’d fallen asleep in his bed, and apparently, he didn’t mind me being there.

  I went for my phone again, careful not to disturb Travis. I hit the button to wake up my screen to see that it was already almost eleven in the morning.

  Crap. That meant I needed to get moving. I still had to set up for the book signing.

  I was looking forward to it, as always, but right now, I was really enjoying lying in bed with Travis.

  I decided going through my notifications was a good excuse to stay in bed for a few more minutes.

  I checked my messages, my e-mails—both personal and author e-mails—and then Facebook. That took me a good ten minutes. I didn’t have anything from Twitter, which wasn’t a surprise because I wasn’t on it very much. I did have a couple of notifications
from Instagram.

  I opened the app and saw that Travis had finally followed me, and he’d tagged me in a post.

  I admitted it. I was giddy. Especially when I saw his caption. Had a great time with this lady tonight.

  I had the sudden desire to see his face, but I didn’t want to wake him. I pulled up the camera on my phone and flipped the screen around, so I could see the two of us.

  The first thing I noticed was my red raccoon eyes and eek face upon seeing them. That was what happened when I fell asleep without washing the makeup off my face or taking out my contacts. I used my finger to get most of the black out from under my eyes.

  Then, I lifted my phone, so I could see Travis. His face was buried in my neck, and he looked so peaceful. It made me wonder how I’d missed how close he was to me when I first woke up.

  I lifted my phone and snapped a few pictures of us. I then swiped through them in hopes that I’d gotten a good one. I wanted one that I would be able to look at someday in the future and remember this weekend. I paused on my favorite and smiled.

  “Did you just take a picture of me sleeping?”

  I jumped, thinking Travis had still been asleep.

  I held up my phone and showed him. “I did. But don’t worry. I won’t post it on social media or anything.” As much as I would love to brag about whose bed I was in, that wasn’t something I would do.

  He chuckled and squeezed my waist. “What’s with you taking pictures of me sleeping next to you?”

  I frowned. “What do you mean? I only just did it now.”

  “What about the book signing in Iowa?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

  I almost turned over to defend myself, but I remembered that I hadn’t brushed my teeth last night. “That wasn’t me. That was Harper. You were awake for that?”

  He kissed the back of my head. “Not at first, but I woke up when you were arguing about taking the pictures.”

  “Ugh … how embarrassing. I apologize for my friend.”

  “Do you have the pictures?”

  “Yes … I do,” I reluctantly admitted.

  “Let me see.”

  I swiped through my pictures until I got the ones that Harper had taken in Iowa of Travis sleeping on my hotel bed. I held my phone up to show him.