“I want you inside of me,” I whisper, unable to control myself. The burning is so intense but it’s hollow. I feel so empty.
He buries his face in my neck with a tortured groan and sucks on my skin. “Don’t say things like that.”
“I really do though.”
I wrap my arm around his neck and try to pull him onto me, but he resists and ducks his head to pull a nipple into his mouth.
My back arches off the bed. I wasn’t expecting it.
“Fuck,” I cry, panting now as his hand continues to work my clit in slow, hard circles. I cross my legs at the ankles and try to keep still but it’s impossible.
My hand goes to his to hold it in place.
I’m going to come. It’s going to happen.
I can’t breathe.
“Travis,” I grit through clenched teeth. “I’m so close.”
“If you’re faking it I’m going to be so pissed,” he comments, releasing my nipple so he can watch me unfold. I almost laugh but it starts spiraling.
My mouth goes dry and a moan escapes me, louder than I can control.
His hand gets faster, more enthusiastic and mine with it.
The orgasm hits me, and I arch my back the wrong way, pulling my head up and off the bed, and as my orgasm peaks, my forehead connects with his so hard he releases me and lurches back.
“Oh my God!” I shriek and immediately move to check on him as my body pulses still with pleasure.
He shakes his head to relieve the ache. “Ouch.”
“I am so sorry.”
“I’m fine.” He smiles and then he holds up the hand he just got me off with and his smile gets wider. “My fingers are wrinkly.”
“Dude!” I cry and slap his bare shoulder. “Don’t say that. Don’t look at it.”
“I so wish I could plaster cast this.” He holds up his three fingers like a trophy as my cheeks heat from the humiliation. “Did you really come?”
“Yes,” I snap. “Now stop talking about it.”
“I never want to stop talking about it.”
I glare at him until he stops smiling like he just won an Olympic gold medal.
“How’s your head?” I ask softly and kneel beside him to get a better look. He has a slight red mark there but nothing life threatening. I kiss the sore spot, unashamed that my boobs are basically right below his face.
“It’s fine,” he promises and taps my nipple with his wrinkled forefinger. “Are you done now?”
“Why, because I came?”
He shrugs. “That’s how it works isn’t it?”
“For boys, usually. I’m not finished yet.”
That nervous look comes over his face again, so I kiss him.
“Do you still want to?” I need to make sure. I don’t want him to feel pressured. “I won’t be offended if you’ve changed your mind.”
He nuzzles my breasts and trails kisses up to my lips. I hum happily and bury my hands in his shorter hair.
“Why’d you cut your hair?” I ask and we lie back on the bed. “For Sierra?”
“No.” He rolls me onto my back and towers over me.
I help him situate his body between my thighs, but he doesn’t make any moves to slide inside yet. I’m not sure he’s in the right area anyway.
“Then why?”
“You want to talk about this now?” he asks, raising a brow.
“No, I guess not.”
Pressing his lips to mine, he finally adjusts himself and visibly shivers when the head of him rests against the warm wetness between my thighs.
I bend my legs and grip his hips to help him find the right spot.
He looks so ready, but so nervous.
“Wait,” he breathes and looks at me. “Do I need a condom? I don’t have any.”
“It’s up to you. I’ve got the Nexplanon to prevent pregnancy.” I show him the tiny rod in my arm, just beneath the surface of my skin and he cringes at it. “I’ve never done it without a condom. So I’m pretty sure I’m clean.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. But I have them if you want one.”
“What do you think?”
I laugh which shakes my entire body. His eyes go to my boobs. “Just put it in already. You’re making it awkward.”
He smiles and kisses me again. I welcome it and reach between us to help him find the right place. As soon as he’s nestled at the entrance, I nod and he slowly inches his way inside.
I wish I could film his reaction. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Watching his face contort with the sweet torment he’s feeling just by being inside of me. Such an intimate thing connecting us both right now, bringing us both pleasure. He keeps going, deeper and deeper until there’s no more room and our hips are joined as one.
He breathes heavily, moaning slightly every so often as he adjusts to me, and me to him.
I’ve never felt so stretched and full.
We don’t talk anymore. Words are forgotten. Not including his name which I sigh as he pulls out and pushes back in, finally building speed and strength.
He groans so long, deep, and low. He whispers my name and presses his forehead to mine.
I can’t believe this is happening.
My body is still reeling from my last orgasm, so it doesn’t take long to build again.
“I’m so close,” he whispers, slowing to a torturous pace.
I grab his ass to pull him deeper into me and grind against him from below. I need more.
“Raven,” he hisses through clenched teeth, sounding so desperate and tortured.
I lose myself in the heady lust of it all. My mind spirals from reality as my hips rock us both to orgasm.
He starts to drive into me so hard and fast I almost scream from the pleasure. I have to bury my face in his neck to stop my cries.
The headboard of my bed hits the wall so hard I worry the wall might break.
He swells, getting thicker and hotter as I shake and tremble with my release, and finally, with a choked, staggered roar, he finishes, throbbing violently inside of me. His entire body jerks with each pulse of his cock.
With a relieved sigh, he collapses on top of me, breathing heavy and whimpering softly.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, tingling under the surface of my clammy skin. “I swear, I can see stars.”
“I’m not even on Earth anymore,” he mumbles into my neck making me laugh, which forces his softened cock to slip out of me.
“Ew.”
He lifts his head and smiles before rolling off me and resting to my side. He tries to pull me into his arms but I shake my head and move to the edge of the bed.
“I need to clean up,” I say referring to the mess between my thighs.
He watches me pull on the robe that moments ago he pushed from my shoulders, and exit the room, with a look marring his features that I don’t understand.
When I return to my bed, he’s under the cover and checking his phone. When he sees me, he smiles and tosses it onto the nightstand.
I crawl over to him and kiss his lips. I’ll never get enough of this.
He gets out of bed as soon as I get in and proudly walks his naked ass over to the light switch which he flicks off. Then he turns on the lamp on the nightstand and gets back under the covers with me.
I snuggle into his side, feeling almost sated and definitely tired. Not so tired that I can’t go again. I wonder if we have time. I wonder if he can get hard again.
“Shonda and Dad will be home soon,” I mutter, and he tenses.
“Are you dismissing me?” His tone is bitter, a contrast to how he was moments ago.
“What?” I lean on his chest and look into his hazel eyes. “No. Why would you think that?”
“I literally just got back in bed and you’re rushing me out.”
I blink once and try to figure out what the hell is going on. He looks annoyed. Was that not good for him? Is he finding excuses to go and blame me so he doesn’t look bad?
“I was stating a fact, not rushing you out.”
He pulls his arm from under my neck and rolls back out of bed. I watch him yank on his pants, ignoring his boxers, and then he reaches for his shirt.
“What’s going on? What did I do?” I ask quietly, pathetically.
“I can take a hint, Raven.” He yanks his shirt on and glares at me. “As soon as we’re done you go to the bathroom to clean me off you. Then you get back in and the first thing you say is fuck off before our parents get home.”
“When you put it like that it sounds wrong. But I didn’t mean to upset you.” I pat the mattress, but he doesn’t sit. “I cleaned you off because you jizzed enough to fill a mug and I was about to leak all over my bed. That shit stains and Shonda would have questions when she washes my bedding. I also did it just in case you wanted to go again. There’s such a thing in sex as being too wet.” His anger falters, I keep going, “I told you they were due back soon because my dad said he’d be a couple of hours and it has been a couple of hours almost. I was preparing you just in case you had to run. Not rushing you out.”
I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him.
“Unless you want them to find out about what we just did?”
His anger by now has vanished entirely and he’s climbing back into bed with me. Normally I’d pout and make him grovel but I’m still high from those incredible orgasms, so I accept him with open arms before snuggling back into his side.
It didn’t sound great when he said it out loud, I could have handled it better and explained myself. I need to remember to think about how things look before I do them. Travis isn’t used to this, it was his first time. I should have been more sensitive.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask him when he sighs heavily as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
“Sierra,” he answers honestly, and before I can move away from him or shout at him for thinking of her and not me, he rolls me onto my back and explains, “I’m going to have to break up with her. I’ve never broken up with anyone before.”
“Why? Because we had sex?”
His gaze darkens. “Is that what this was to you? Just sex?”
Dare I hope?
“Was this…?” he starts but stops, flops onto his back and throws an arm over his eyes.
I move onto his chest, just like he did to me moments ago, and pull his arm away. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Was this a one-night stand?”
The dreaded question. I search his eyes as his arms come around me. Mentally guarding my heart from his possible rejection. “Do you want it to be?”
“No. I want to do that with you every second of every day.”
I laugh and lift my head again, unable to hide my happiness at his words. He stares at my lips before leaning in to kiss them.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. “Then no, it wasn’t a one-night stand.”
He pushes me onto my back and our legs tangle together. I feel him between us hardening slowly, crushed between my thigh and his pants. They feel rough against my sensitive skin. “So, we’re exclusive?”
“Secretly,” I add, and he nods but his eyes cloud over with frustration. It must be this way. “If Shonda and Dad found out about us, we’d never be left alone again.” I wriggle beneath him and reach for the button of his pants. “We’d never be able to do this in the house again.”
“Good point.” Grinning, he buries his face in my neck and works his pants off for the second time tonight.
When he pushes his hips against mine, my eyes flutter closed. It takes a couple of tries but I wait patiently for him to find his goal and fit himself inside.
He goes cross-eyed and groans. “This feeling. I just… ugh… it sure beats my hand, let me tell you.”
When I laugh, he groans again and thrusts in even deeper. I clench down and meet his eyes once more. “Just wait until you feel my mouth.”
“Don’t say shit like that.” He goes cross-eyed again.
This time he lasts a lot longer.
“Are you honestly telling me that the reason you have been funny with me is because you thought that I kissed you because I was emotional, and you wanted more?”
“That’s what you told me remember?”
I swallow my breakfast oatmeal and nod because he’s right. I did say that. “I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. I thought you were just being nice, so I made excuses to have things go back to the way they were.”
He shakes his head, but his lips are pulled up with a smile. “Me too. That’s why I didn’t get mad. I was worried I’d lose what we had.”
“That rhymed.”
He chuckles and takes our empty bowls to the sink. “After that second kiss I thought yes, finally, I can kiss her any time I want. But then you crushed my dreams.”
I laugh loudly, throwing my head back with it. “Crushed your dreams?”
“What are you two laughing about?” Shonda asks around a yawn, making us both jump.
“I made you oatmeal.” I point to the stove.
“She’s lying, she made way too much; she didn’t go out of her way to make you oatmeal,” Travis admits so I throw the dishrag at him. It hits him in the side of his face. Shonda laughs with me at that move.
“Traitor.”
“Come on, we’re going to be late.”
I race him out of the house and to the car. He surprises me by pulling up on the curb around the corner and grabbing my face to kiss me.
“Just checking,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Checking what?”
“That I can kiss you still.”
I raise a brow. “You mean last night’s two rounds of orgasmic sex wasn’t enough?”
“I’m going to need a repeat at lunch.”
“Me too,” I whisper, and his pupils dilate.
We kiss again, for far too long. “We’re really going to be late.”
“Drive then, fool.”
“I don’t want to. Let’s skip, go back to the house and just stay in bed all day.”
“As tempting as that sounds, Shonda isn’t at work today,” I mumble and suck on his lower lip.
He rests back in his seat and finally puts the car in drive, grumbling under his breath for the rest of the journey. I’ve created a monster.
I look around us in the parking lot, grinning and excited to share my news with the girls. I’m not one to kiss and tell but…
My hands go to Molly’s jacket lapels. I grip them in tight fists and shake her once while declaring, “I slept with Travis last night.”
Bris high-fives me as Cella squeals her delight.
“No fucking way.” Molly laughs as I twirl to show off my after-sex glow.
“Was he good?”
I nod with wide eyes. “Amazing. Like mind-blowing.”
“Even though it was his first time?” Bris looks devastated. “I knew I should have boned him when I had the chance.”
“Bitch puh-lease,” Cella starts, flicking Bris on the head. “He was always about his sister. You never had the chance.”
I pull a face. “I’m not his sister, Cella.”
She wags her brows at me and we all laugh.
“He’s so adorkable,” I continue, sighing wistfully. “Like, he went to his own room but as soon as the parentals were in bed he came back to mine and just held me all night. He had this massive smile on his face all morning this morning.”
“Awwww,” Molly sighs, pouting her lower lip.
“Shoulda boned him,” Bris mutters making me laugh. I know she means no harm. It’s just our way.
“I can offer him a three-way if you like?” I suggest playfully and she flips me off.
Cella finishes her cigarette and we start walking back to the school.
“Just… you can’t say anything,” I hiss at them as we all link arms. “If Shonda and Dad find out—”
“That’ll be a major cock block,” Bris finishes.
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bsp; “Girl, you know we got you,” Molly adds, and then, like when we were younger, we group hug.
Followed by a selfie which has me checking my phone.
Travis: Sierra is really angry. What do I do?
Raven: Tell her sorry not sorry. Are you free? I know a great makeout spot behind the gym.
Travis: She’s crying now. Should I hug her or something?
Raven: Forewarning. If you hug her, I will rip out her hair and strangle you with it.
Travis: So aggressive.
Raven: And now you know it. ;-) So… make out? Gym? You game?
Travis: I will meet you there in five.
I look at my girls and smile. “Don’t wait for me.”
“Where are you going?”
“Makeout spot,” I reply, wagging my brows at them.
“Sluuuut,” Molly singsongs loudly as I strut away.
I meet Travis around the front of the gym and ten minutes later he has me pushed up against the wall behind it. Out of sight of cameras and people.
“You taste like apple,” he mumbles against my lips. “What is it with you and apples?”
I smile and kiss him harder.
What a rush.
“Are you playing Dungeon Quest on Saturday?” I ask when we come up for air in order to make our way to our next classes.
“Why? Do you want to play it too?”
I shrug. “It’s kind of fun. It has been a couple of weeks. I bet Preston is chomping at the bit.” Preston is obsessed with the game. So obsessed he runs an after-school game most days at our local youth center. But he runs the games there, he doesn’t really get to play much. Or that’s what he told me.
“You have no idea.”
“Well then? Should we?”
He smiles that dorky, handsome smile. My favorite kind of Travis smile. “Okay, we’ll play.”
I don’t want to remove the smile from his face but I need to know where he’s at with the Sierra thing. “How’d it go with Sierra?”
“She thinks we broke up because she told me to fuck off last night. She was really sorry.” He looks sad. I hate that. “I feel bad. She didn’t deserve that.”
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