Travis (Alluring Indulgence, #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  As a chill ran across her skin from his words, Kylie lifted the hem of her t-shirt, ever so slowly, keeping her eyes focused on Travis’ as she did. It was a magnificent effort not to look away, but she refused. She wasn’t willing to lose that connection with him. The glimmer of hunger was making his normally blue gray eyes darker, more midnight blue than smoke.

  Not only was desire spurring her on, but Travis’ request for her to trust him had shifted something inside of her. Probably her heart. Knowing what their history was like, she couldn’t imagine that it was easy for him to ask because he was likely expecting an answer other than the one she gave him.

  Travis took a step back after pressing his lips gently to hers, resuming his casual lean against the counter and allowing her plenty of room to remove the rest of her clothing. She was more than ready for this, even if she was a little embarrassed having them staring at her the way they were. But Kylie was going to prove to both of them that she could handle this.

  “Come on, baby,” Travis encouraged, “I want to see your sweet naked body.”

  A quick flick of her fingers and the front clasp of her bra broke free, her breasts spilling out as the black lace separated. With a shrug of her shoulders, she was now topless.

  “Shorts.”

  Gage moved into her view, standing beside Travis and crossing his arms across his chest as though he were settling in for a show and Kylie’s nerve chose that moment to falter. Fumbling with the button, she kept her face turned up toward them, still refusing to look away.

  She could do this.

  Finally, she managed to push the denim down over her hips, allowing it to pool at her feet. The only thing she had on were her sandals, which were keeping her from losing the shorts fully, and the black thong she’d specifically chosen for this outing.

  Kylie smiled. It was a dare, and they both knew it, which caused another flood of desire to seep between her thighs.

  “Lose the shoes and the shorts, but keep the panties on. For now.”

  Somehow she managed not to stumble as she slid her feet from the sandals and then stepped out of her shorts as Travis instructed.

  “Now what?” she asked, pushing them because she could feel the subtle vibration from Travis’ body even with several feet separating them. He was holding himself back from her, she could sense it.

  Now was not the time to hold anything back.

  “I have half a mind to bend you over my knee for that mouth of yours,” Travis whispered and the sudden vision assaulted her, making her thighs clench. He sounded serious, but that shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did.

  “I think she likes that idea,” Gage added, his arms coming down to his sides as he stood to his full height.

  In the last few weeks, Kylie had learned a lot about herself. More than she thought she ever would. It seemed as though blasé and mundane – which was what her life had been up to this point – had been replaced with enthusiasm and fascination.

  “You’re just lucky I have other ideas in mind first.” Travis grinned that sexy, crooked smirk that made her panties wetter. And when he winked, she knew she was a goner. “Turn around.”

  Kylie’s belly fluttered, her knees almost buckling beneath her own weight as she stared back at them both, trying to discern exactly what they had in store for her. Surely Travis wouldn’t spank her, would he?

  Gage closed the distance between them and placed his palm on her shoulder, giving her a slight nudge until she was turning to face away from them. She began trying to take stock of Travis’ house while she waited. It was the equivalent of having a spelling bee in her mind just to keep her focus on something other than what they were about to do to her.

  Yeah, for some reason, seeing the small breakfast bar and a little bistro table with two rattan chairs didn’t do much to sway her thoughts. Travis didn’t have much in his house, although the materials used on the floor and the counters were stylish and would’ve made for a great platform for sophistication and elegance. Instead, the house was frighteningly simple. As though he didn’t spend much time there.

  The warmth of a palm against her bottom had Kylie flinching. Both men were now standing close, but she wasn’t about to assume whose hand it was. Then another hand joined the first, both of them cupping her from behind, and despite the initial fear, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a tremor that nearly rocked her off of her feet.

  “You’ve got a perfect little ass,” Gage said, the cadence of his voice reflecting something like admiration. His approval did wondrous things to Kylie’s insides, but she didn’t move. She kept her arms hanging down by her sides, only because she didn’t know where to put them.

  When Gage gripped her hips gently, she felt him shift behind him, but she had no idea what he was doing. That’s when she felt his breath against her lower back, followed by his tongue. Oh, jeeezus. It was as though she were blindfolded, unable to see what he was doing, but knowing that he was there. Not to mention, she was in a particularly vulnerable position.

  That’s when Travis stepped around in front of her, forcing her to look up at him or to stare at his sexy chest. A very naked, very tempting chest.

  Kylie clamped her teeth together as he stepped closer until her nipples grazed his midsection.

  “You said you were wet,” Travis stated. “Show me.”

  Kylie arched a brow. How was she supposed to do that with him standing so close? As though he read her mind, Travis lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

  Gage’s thumbs hooked into the edges of her panties, and as they lowered, so did Travis’ eyes. There was a tingling sensation building quickly in her belly. No, lower. The way Travis looked at her combined with the feel of Gage removing what was left of her clothing had her climbing closer to an orgasm she wasn’t expecting. Yet.

  “Spread your pussy lips,” he instructed as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

  Kylie’s entire body shuddered from his vulgar instructions. She was pretty sure she just came from his words alone.

  Travis’ sudden gasp had Kylie’s body trembling again. Her panties continued to ease down her legs, Gage’s warm, wet tongue rasping down the back of her thigh, just beneath her bottom, but it was the flare of heat she felt radiating from Travis as his eyes locked between her legs.

  “Pretty,” he grumbled when she managed to separate the drenched folds of her pussy using only two fingers.

  Ok, maybe she’d given herself too much credit.

  Kylie wasn’t quite sure she would survive this.

  ♂♀

  When Travis caught sight of Kylie’s slick sex, he was rendered speechless. Just a few days ago, she’d waxed and seeing her bare again, the delicate, glistening slit of her beautiful pussy visible made his mouth water.

  Something came out of his mouth as he admired her, but he didn’t know what he actually said. He was too busy trying to keep his attention focused on Gage’s tanned fingers as they caressed the front of Kylie’s thighs. He was behind her, in much the same position Travis was in front, and they were purposely drawing this out just to see how long it took Kylie to surrender.

  She was stronger than he’d given her credit for. Much stronger than he was patient, for sure.

  Travis ran his palms up the front of her slender, smooth thighs, forcing Gage to slide his elsewhere. Kylie was holding open the lips of her sex, but he wanted to touch her, so he took over, her arms slowly lowering to her sides.

  Travis leaned in and kissed her clit, and Kylie shivered again. Using the tip of his tongue, he began teasing her slowly while Gage did the same behind her. They were purposely driving her wild because what she’d done to them last night on the phone had blown Travis’ mind. He wanted to return the favor.

  “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you that you can,” Travis told her, not wasting time as he slipped his tongue into the sweetness between her legs. Her pussy was wet, just like she said and her scent went to his head as he dove in, holding her stil
l as Gage began reaming her ass with his tongue. He felt her shift, figuring she was now bracing herself in the doorway, but he didn’t relent.

  “Travis!” Kylie screamed and he slowed, licking her like a lollipop several times before pulling back and looking up at her, arching his brow in question.

  “It feels too good,” she said in an agonizing rush. “I have to come. Please.”

  Travis shook his head and then leaned in once more, kissing her clit one last time before returning to his feet. Gage seemed to be taking his cues from Travis, so he decided they’d change it up a bit.

  “Follow me,” he instructed and then headed into the living room. “Have a seat.” When Kylie went to sit on the couch, he stopped her. “On the table.”

  Travis watched as Kylie took tentative steps toward the coffee table sitting just in front of the couch, lowering herself until her bottom rested on the very edge. Funny, until right then, Travis had never liked that damn table. Now, he was pretty sure he’d never look at it the same.

  “Lie back.”

  With Gage’s help, Kylie reclined on the table, her ass still resting on the edge. Gage easily maneuvered between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. Her feet were planted on the floor, but not for long.

  “Put your heels on the table.”

  Travis watched from behind Gage, perfectly aware that Gage was setting this up for his benefit, but that didn’t matter. He suddenly wanted to be the one kneeling between Kylie’s legs, admiring the glistening pink folds of her sex as the position put her on full display. Aside from the rapid rise and fall of Kylie’s chest, she pretended she was unaffected. A very possessive, strikingly avaricious chord was struck inside of him. Travis suddenly wanted to know that he and Gage were the only men to have ever touched her.

  He knew that wasn’t the case, and he knew he didn’t have the right even to ask, so he clamped his jaw shut, his teeth clashing together as he breathed through his nose. The woman had a hold on him, one he hadn’t known before her or even after.

  “That’s it,” Gage murmured from a few feet away, his face hovering inches above Kylie’s glistening pussy, his fingers separating the soft, delicate folds as he appeared to be admiring her.

  Lick her. The words speared his brain, but Travis managed to hold them back.

  “Lick me,” Kylie breathed the words on a sigh.

  Yes, please listen to the woman!

  Gage, as though he’d been waiting for permission, leaned in, his tongue slowly sliding through the pretty pink flesh as Kylie bucked her hips upward.

  “Oh, God. It feels…”

  “Tell me,” Travis told her when she let the words die on her tongue.

  “Oh, sweet mercy.”

  Travis returned his attention to where Gage was teasing her with light, gentle flicks of his tongue, his eyes molesting her as much as his mouth. She was absolute perfection and the sweet, tangy scent of her arousal drifted through the room.

  As Gage dove in, his mouth closing in on her sex, Travis’ body tightened, his cock getting used to the perpetual state of hardness that these two inflicted on him. Even if he had just come not half an hour ago. Unable to resist the urge, Travis released the towel from around his waist and let it fall to the floor. When Kylie’s eyes darted between his legs, he gripped his cock, the rough, callused scrape of his palm against his tender flesh causing him to groan.

  That’s when Gage pulled back slightly, one finger sliding inside of Kylie, disappearing up to the knuckle briefly. He removed his finger before sucking it into his mouth and Travis’ tongue twitched. It fucking twitched. He wanted to taste the juicy, candied flavor of her again.

  “She’s so wet,” Gage announced.

  Gage continued to finger her slowly, his mouth lowering to her clit, which with Kylie’s legs splayed all the way open, Travis had a perfect view of. He was mesmerized by the way Gage appeared so focused, so intent on driving her crazy, but not seeming to be pushing her toward orgasm. He seemed to be making her hover on the very edge, pulling back only to dive back in again. The next time he pulled back, Gage used his hands to separate her ass cheeks, and when he moved in again, but this time he wasn’t licking her pussy, he’d moved his tongue to her anus, and Travis knew without a fucking doubt that Gage was doing this on purpose.

  Instead of them torturing Kylie with pleasure, Gage was including him as well.

  Gage sucked his finger into his mouth before sliding it into her ass just as he sucked her clit between his lips, Kylie’s thighs straining as she fought to keep her legs open.

  “Oh…”

  A bead of precum pooled on the head of Travis’ cock, and he realized he was stroking in earnest now, but he was too focused on Gage’s sensual invasion that he hadn’t even noticed.

  The rumble that tore up from Travis’ chest was more than he could control, and he growled into the sex scented air, unsure why he’d thought this was a good idea. That’s when Gage stopped, pulling his fingers from her and standing to his full height.

  “Don’t move from that position.”

  Travis knew Kylie was probably as uncomfortable as she looked laid out on the hard wooden table, her shoulder blades pressing into the wood as her back bowed, the obvious tension in her body pulling her tighter. Gage didn’t make her wait long as he shed his jeans, dropping them to the floor before slipping on a condom he must’ve had in his pocket. When he was sheathed, Gage leaned over Kylie, bracing his hands beside her head.

  Shit, Travis hoped like hell that table could hold them both.

  ♂♀

  Gage couldn’t take anymore. Kylie’s response to his teasing had nearly shattered him, and now his cock had taken on a life of its own. He needed to be inside of her, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

  Freeing a condom from his pocket, Gage managed to get himself sheathed as he pushed his jeans over his hips. As soon as his jeans fell to the floor, he leaned over, placing his hands beside her head to hold himself. Spreading his legs out behind him, Gage had to angle his body in a push up position so that he didn’t have to make her move. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out any longer.

  “Put your legs around me,” he told her as his cock found the tight, wet entrance to her pussy. The time for more teasing wasn’t now, and Gage eased into the molten hot depths of Kylie’s body.

  His arm muscles screamed as he held up his own weight, his hips flexing, his cock gliding in deep, retreating. Fuck she felt so damn good. He pounded into her, his brain no longer in control, because the vice-like grip of her cunt was too damn good. Her body bucked again, her arms flat on the table, her fingers gripping the edge as though that would keep her from coming up off of it.

  “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged Kylie as she began to moan louder, her hips lifted off the table as she forced herself against him.

  “Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me harder,” Kylie begged, her head tilted back, her neck exposed. Despite the fire burning through his limbs as he held himself over her, he did as she requested, slamming his hips forward, lunging deeper and deeper inside of her with every punishing stroke.

  God, please don’t let the table break.

  “Please let me come!” Kylie screamed the words, her head turning to look at Travis who was now standing beside them, stroking his cock vigorously.

  “Come for us, Kylie. You’re so beautiful when you come,” Travis told her.

  Her head thrashed on the table as her muscles locked, her legs clasping around his hips, her heels digging into the small of his back as Gage slammed into her once, twice. On the third time, his release barreled through him, and he came with a vengeance.

  Neither of them moved until Travis stopped stroking himself.

  Now that Gage was somewhat coherent, he looked down at the table and wondered how the fuck the thing had managed to hold his body weight. With shaking legs, he pushed himself to his feet, holding out a hand to help her up. Kylie didn’t take the proffered hand, she shook her head back and forth, a brilliant smile
on her face.

  “You didn’t come,” Kylie told Travis as she lay limp against the table watching him as he dropped to the couch beside her.

  “Not yet. I don’t think my legs will work.”

  He was once again stroking his substantial erection with one strong hand as he kept his eyes locked on Kylie’s prone form. His breaths were soughing in and out of his lungs. He looked like he was in pain.

  Kylie must’ve noticed too because she slowly eased up until she was sitting on the table, directly between Travis’ legs. Confidently, she fell to her knees in front of him, replacing Travis’ hand with her own, stroking him as Gage watched from the sidelines.

  “Get up here,” Travis commanded and Kylie complied quickly as Gage fed his own carnality by observing. “Ride my cock,” he told her.

  “Condom?” Kylie asked, not moving from between his legs.

  Travis looked up at Gage as though he could miraculously produce a condom. That’s when he remembered he did have another – he’d been prepared for anything – in the pocket of his discarded jeans. Rummaging through them on the floor, he pulled it out and tossed it toward Travis.

  “Put it on me.”

  Travis’ eyes were hooded, his chest glistening with sweat, the spattering of fine, dark hair that trailed down from his navel sparkled with perspiration as did the taut skin over his pecs. His abs were flexed, lines of dense muscle contracting as he shifted.

  With deft fingers, Kylie did as Travis instructed and then she gracefully straddled his lap. In order to give his body a break, Gage moved around to the opposite side of the couch, dropping boneless beside them so he’d have a better view.

  “Oh, fuck,” Gage breathed out the words as Kylie impaled herself on Travis’ rigid cock in one quick motion, Travis’ sudden gasp evidence that it felt as amazing as it looked.

  “Baby,” Travis groaned, his neck straining as he swallowed hard. “Kylie. Baby. Ride me.”