by K. G. Reuss
“Fuck,” he hissed as I pumped his length slowly, unsure if I was doing it right. His fingers twined through my hair. I watched as he let his head fall back, his eyes closed. Pumping a little faster made him moan softly, his grip in my hair tightening.
“Just like that, Lexy,” he rasped, thrusting more into my hand.
I loved how his body reacted to my touch. I stroked a little faster, relishing him hissing out his pleasure. Feeling brave from my alcohol-infused night, I slowed my movements. He let out a soft protest, but it immediately stuttered on his lips as I darted my tongue out to taste the liquid pearl at the tip of his cock.
Salty. Sweet. I licked him again as he stilled his movements, his breathing coming out in soft gasps.
Just do it. You know you want to!
I opened my mouth and drew him inside.
“Fuck, Lexy. Fuck!” Travis moaned as I took him deep into my throat. His grip on my hair was nearly painful, but something about that excited me as I sucked his dick. If I was doing it wrong, he didn’t have qualms about it as he thrust deeper into my throat.
He wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling it away from my face as I continued my work.
“S-stop,” he stuttered out a moment later, breathless. He pulled out of my mouth.
“Did I do it wrong?” I asked worriedly, looking up at him.
“Fuck no. But if I’m coming in you for the first time, it will be in your pussy, not your pretty little mouth.” He released my hair and hauled me to my feet.
I trembled against him as his hands rested on the bare skin at my dress slit.
“Do you want this?” he murmured, peppering kisses along my jaw.
Goosebumps scattered over my skin at his hot kisses, hopefully forever branding this moment in my head. Whether it was to remind me of the mistake or something else, I didn’t care.
“I’m scared,” I breathed out.
“I’ll take care of you. Promise,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “Trust me?”
“Yes,” I answered softly, knowing it was the last thing I should do.
He trailed his lips down my neck before placing gentle kisses against my collarbone, his fingers making quick work of moving the strap of my dress aside. I hadn’t realized he’d unzipped me until the fabric pooled at my feet.
He took a step away from me, his green eyes drinking me in as I stood in my lacy, red bra and thong before him. Heat washed over me as I shifted to cover myself with my arms, but he was quick to stop me.
“I want to see you,” he said, releasing me. Once more, his hooded eyes swept over me, a look of sheer hunger blanketing his face.
“A thong. Tricky girl,” he murmured, eyeing the barely-there strip of fabric.
He studied me for a few long moments before moving back to me and gently pushing me down onto the bed. I stared up at him, worry and wonder warring it out within me.
He dropped to his knees and removed my heels. Then he created a trail of hot kisses up my leg. With ease, he reached out and pressed me onto my back, his lips at the apex of my thighs.
My heart hammered so loudly I was afraid he could hear it as he pulled my thong down my legs, letting it slither to the floor.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He let out a hum of approval, his words hot on my center. With a gentle touch, he nudged my legs apart, displaying my glistening core to him.
A whimper escaped my mouth as he took a long, languid lick up my slit. I arched my back, the pleasure from his tongue sending a thrill through my body. When he reached the tight bundle of nerves, he worked his tongue around it in slow, sure movements, making my toes curl and my breath to come out in soft gasps.
“Lexy?” he murmured against my folds.
“Y-yeah?” I asked in a shaky voice.
“Am I your first? For real?”
“Yes,” I whispered, suddenly feeling ridiculous. This was Travis Owens. He didn’t mess around with inexperienced girls. Even if those girls were drunk off their asses. I sat up and pushed him away from me and hung my head in shame.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, scrambling to move beside me. “What did I do?”
“I know I don’t have experience, Travis—”
“That’s fucking good,” he growled, capturing my lips with his. “I like you the way you are, Lexicon. I want to be your first.”
Shivers raced through me at his words, undoing any reservations I had about the moment. His fingers made quick work of removing my bra. Then his lips pressed to mine in another feverish dance.
He cupped my breast as he laid me back onto the bed. I let out a whimper as he moved lower, capturing a pebbled peak into his hot mouth and sucking. His hand gently squeezed my other breast before he leveled himself over me.
His hard cock rubbed against my wet folds, dangerously close to my entrance as he lavished my breasts with attention.
“Are you on the pill, Lexy?” he asked, moving to kiss along my jaw again.
“Yes.” I nodded, my fingers in his hair. “Are you..?”
“I’m clean, sweetheart. Swear it.”
It was all my drunk brain needed to hear because I kissed him again, my hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly close.
When we broke the kiss off, he went to his knees and stared down at me, a look in his eyes I’d never seen there before. It made my heart race.
He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes drinking me in.
I braced myself for the pain as he entered me slowly. Travis was not a small guy. He’d break me in two if he decided to just shove himself in.
But he didn’t. He inched in slowly as my breath stuttered. I squeezed my eyes closed at the aching intrusion.
“Lexy, eyes up here,” he called out softly.
I opened my eyes and locked them on his as he pushed further inside.
“Stay with me, OK?”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip as a pinch of pain shook me. A moment later, he buried his cock to the hilt inside me. He leveled his body over me as he balanced on his elbows. With a gentle touch, he cradled my face in his hands.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Alexis,” he breathed, slowly moving out of me before sliding back in.
I winced and whimpered beneath the pressure. He stroked into me a few more times before I relaxed, the pain receding into pleasure.
“There we go, baby,” he whispered, picking up his pace. He swirled his hips, hitting me in a spot that made my eyes roll back, before pistoning faster in and out of me.
“Travis,” I whimpered, the tingles building in my core. “Oh, my god.”
“Come for me, baby.” His breathing came out heavy, his eyes locked on mine as his movements sped up.
Muscles tensed and corded along his back as I dug my nails in, my toes curling. Wave after wave of splendor took over, sending me careening over the edge of a place I’d never been with anyone before.
He hammered in and out even faster until he cried out my name. His fingers knotted in my hair as his cock twitched, emptying inside me. His movements slowed until he stilled completely, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Mine,” he whispered softly. “All mine.”
Twenty
Travis
I woke up to a mass of red waves tangled around me and a warm, naked body pressed to my side.
I let out a slow breath and looked down at the woman sleeping on my chest.
Lexy.
It hadn’t been an alcohol-fueled dream. It was real. We’d slept together.
My heart hammered in my chest as another realization came over me.
If we slept together, that meant the chapel hadn’t been a dream. She was my wife. I’d married her for real.
A silver glint caught my eye. Her hand rested on my abdomen, a silver wedding band on her finger. I didn’t need to look at my hand to feel the heaviness of the band on my finger.
I’d done it. I’d pulled off the ultimate challenge and won the game. I swallowed hard at the knowledge.
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sp; She stirred in my arms.
I tensed, wondering what the hell we were going to do. Or rather, what she would do. Would she receive the news with open arms and legs? Or would she kick me in the junk for the stunt I’d pulled on her?
Her hand moved on my abdomen, her touch gentle. She wiggled against my body, making me bite back a hungry growl. Instinct had me giving her a squeeze. She tensed beneath my touch as my heart rattled in my chest.
Shit.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I murmured, a chuckle in my voice. “You’re wondering how to get out of here without waking me up.”
“Travis,” she whispered in a shaky voice.
“Good morning, Wife.”
It was like she took hold of the business end of a taser. She stumbled out of bed, taking the sheet with her, her blue eyes wild. I took in her panic, my insides clenching. Sitting up, I watched as she tried to find her clothes. Her freshly fucked bedhead was a whirlwind of red tangles around her.
She shook as she let out a sob.
Immediately, I was on my feet, pulling on my boxers and reaching out for her. I pulled her trembling body into my arms.
“Lexy, what’s wrong?” I urged, holding her.
Her warm tears fell on my chest. Many women had cried in front of me before, begging for me to stay. Having one crying because she wanted to leave was a whole other story. It cut me deep, making me feel desperate.
“Talk to me. Please,” I whispered, holding her tighter. She clung to me, sobbing softly. “Baby—”
“Don’t, Travis. Please,” she choked out, pulling away from me. I took in her tear-soaked face and red nose as her lips parted in another plea. “Please.”
“Please what?” I asked thickly, knowing damn well where the conversation was headed.
Her bottom lip quivered as she stared up at me. A wave of sickness washed over me as her face twisted in sadness.
“Lexy. Why—”
“We made a terrible mistake. We were drunk.”
“Don’t do this, Lex. C’mon.” I shifted toward her, but she shuffled away from me, wincing at the movement. I’d been buried deep inside her less than ten hours ago. I’d been her first. I wasn’t the nurturing sort, or at least I hadn’t ever been before, but seeing her discomfort made me want to hold her in my arms and kiss away her pain.
“I slept with you, Travis,” her voice shook. “I-I was saving myself for marriage… or at least someone I loved. It was supposed to mean something. With someone who cared about me.”
She didn’t remember.
“Lexy, look at your hand,” I whispered.
Her eyes took in her fingers, her brows crinkled. It took her a moment before her eyes locked on my hand which I held up, my matching ring on display.
“Fuck,” she choked out. “Fuck! Shit!”
She didn’t elaborate past that. She turned and opened my door, racing out into the hall.
I stood staring after her. For the first time in my life, my heart ached, and fear coated my insides.
I may have really fucked up.
Twenty-One
Lexy
I stayed in my room the rest of the day. I soaked in a hot bubble bath in the hopes of giving my tender core some relief. The only thing I really succeeded in doing was sobbing softly into the bubbles with Travis’s face flashing through my mind. A lot of what transpired the evening before and between the sheets was a blurry disaster at best, which only made it worse.
“Lexy? Hey,” Ava’s soft voice called through my bedroom door later that night. When I didn’t answer, she opened the door and stuck her head in.
“Are you OK? Travis said you had a bad hangover and wanted to be left alone.”
“I’m fine,” I said from beneath my blankets.
Her soft footsteps sounded out as she approached.
“Since it’s our last night here, we’re going to go play some slots. And Mason found a really cool haunted museum we’re going to go to. Do you want to come?”
“No. I’m going to sleep.”
“Are you sure you’re OK? Travis is acting weird too. Where did you guys go last night?”
“Back here. I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied, feeling like crap because of it. I always told Ava everything. But this? I couldn’t. I didn’t even know how I was going to deal with it.
“I’m worried about you. I brought you a sandwich and a bottle of water. You need to hydrate after drinking. Those are the rules. Your rules.”
“Leave it on the nightstand.”
Ava grew quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Our plane leaves at eleven tomorrow morning. We’re going to have breakfast at that omelet restaurant Alex has been going on about that’s near the strip.”
“Where’s Travis?” I asked, hating that I cared.
I’d taken the day to stew in my anger at him. Everything was a game to him, even marriage. He ruined everything. He knew how important marriage was to me. He knew I was a virgin. Of course, I couldn’t blame it all on him. It takes two to tango, as my mom would say. But I hated myself enough already. The rest had to spill out elsewhere. He was the perfect target with his shit-eating grin and good looks.
“He’s downstairs with the guys waiting for us.”
I grunted. Of course he didn’t have a care in the world. Why would he? This was probably a joke to him. He never cared who he hurt. I’d been dumb enough to let him in. It was my own fault in that aspect.
“We can wait if you want to go—”
“I’m not going. I feel sick. You guys go and have fun. I’m just going to rest.”
“OK. What should I tell Alex?”
“Tell him I’m hungover and to leave me alone.”
“If you need anything, text me, OK?”
“Ava, I’m fine. Go, OK? You know how Alex gets when he has to wait.”
Ava sighed and went to my door. “If something happened last night, you need to tell me, Lex.”
“I drank too much. I just need to recover.”
“Fine. I left a package of aspirin next to your water.”
“Thanks.”
The click of the door signaled her departure. The moment she was gone, I burst into tears again.
Twenty-Two
Travis
“Hell, yeah!” Mason clapped my shoulder as I pulled in my winnings from blackjack. I’d gotten a little crazy at the casino, trying to take my mind off my current situation. Taking my ring off had nearly gutted me for reasons I wasn’t even sure I could fathom. Knowing that delving deeper into it would cause me more pain than I could currently handle, I pushed it away, opting to drown my sorrows in slot machines and cards. The ring was back at the house, tucked safely in my suitcase.
“How much are you up tonight?” Mason asked as I got up from the table.
“Eight thousand.”
“Eight thousand? Damn, dude!” He high-fived me and let out a whoop. “I’m up four thousand. This place is awesome.”
I chuckled half-heartedly as we made our way through the casino.
“Where’s Alex and Ava?” I asked. “They’ve been gone for like an hour.”
“Probably doing what you and Lexy were doing last night when you disappeared,” Mason said knowingly.
When we made it outside, I hauled in a deep breath of the strip air, wishing I could talk to Lexy to make sure she was OK. I knew her though. She liked distance.
“Come on, man,” Mason coaxed. “What did you and Lex end up doing after you left?”
“Nothing,” I answered, swallowing hard at the memory of her kissing me.
“Bullshit.”
I sighed. “Mase, can I tell you something and you swear you won’t tell a soul?”
Mason immediately became serious as he stared back at me. “Yeah, man. What’s up?”
“I slept with Lexy last night.” Saying it made me ache more, and I hung my head at the admission.
“W-What?” he stuttered in disbelief. “You? And Lexy? Slept together?”
“Yes.”
“Damn. How was it?”
“Shut up, man!” I sighed, rubbing my eyes.
“You took her V card. Wow.” He gave a low whistle.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “I fucked up bad, man.”
“It’s just sex,” he offered weakly.
“It’s sex with Lexy,” I said, looking at him.
He nodded, a frown on his face. “Good point. She was saving it for someone epic.”
I nodded miserably. I’d stolen from her like a thief in the night, all for the sake of winning some stupid fucking game I played with her.
“Give her time. She’ll come around in a few days, and you guys can talk about it—”
“I married her, Mase.”
“What?”
“We went to a chapel. I challenged her like I always do. She didn’t back down. I went too far. Now we’re married.”
“What the fuck,” Mason hissed, staring at me in shock. “What are you going to tell Alex?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to tell him. Lexy ran out this morning after she woke up. Right now I’m in limbo.”
“You need to talk to her. This is… nuts. I can’t get over this. You married her. Like, damn, dude, I knew you had game, but to get Lexy?” He gave another low whistle. “You’ll be a god on campus.”
“This isn’t about that,” I hissed. “This is about fucking up and trying to fix it. I don’t want her to hate me.”
“Because you like her. I told you that you did.”
“I don’t. I mean, I do. I don’t fucking know.” I hung my head again, feeling like shit.
“Talk to her. You know you want to. And let me give you a word of advice. Lexy is a trophy. She’s the sort of woman all men dream of having but only one can win. So if you’ve got her, figure out how to keep her. You’d be good for one another.”
“But marriage?” I winced. I knew my feelings last night. Drunk Travis wanted to marry her. Sober Travis fought Drunk Travis on the subject. And now I was there, wondering what the hell I was going to do.