Nicole Edwards - Travis

Lord! He wasn’t sure he was going to make it through this in one piece. This woman was a firecracker, the fuse lit and ready to go off at any second. Her assertion was erotic as hell, something he wouldn’t have ever expected from her.

Kylie gripped his forearm, dragging his hand down between her legs, letting him know without words exactly what she expected.

“Fuck, baby,” Gage groaned. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”

“Take them off,” Kylie moaned, quickly unbuttoning her shorts while he continued to lave her nipple, biting it firmly as she cried out.

Gage had to pull away and drop to his knees in order to get the rest of her clothes off of her, but once he was there, he knew heaven awaited him. Lifting her leg, he propped it on his shoulder before burying his tongue between her slick folds. Kylie’s sudden shudder, followed by a lascivious scream told him he’d hit the spot. Her fingers once again gripped his hair even harder than before as she held his mouth right where she seemed to need him. Right where he wanted to be.

Using his tongue, Gage circled her clit, licking, sucking, before sliding one finger inside of her. Her soft, slick heat coated his finger, making him growl more insistently. Somehow he managed to keep his composure, gliding his finger inside of her, rasping her clit with his tongue. Slowly. Over and over until he felt her legs begin to tremble beneath the sensual onslaught.

He suspected she didn’t want him to go slow, but he damn sure didn’t want to hurt her. It was one thing for her to cause him pain, something else entirely for him to do the same.

“Gage!”

Releasing her clit from between his lips, he glanced up at her, pulling his finger from the hot, wet depths of her pussy before sliding in two. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”

Kylie began rocking against him, her hips meeting each thrust of his hand and Gage felt the insistent throb of his cock begging for release.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Please!”

Gage wasn’t sure what she was asking for, and for a moment, he wasn’t even sure she was talking to him, but then her body stilled, her legs shaking as her release gripped her. With her head thrown back, her beautiful curves on full display, Gage knew he’d never seen anything as fucking hot as Kylie when she came apart.

Reality hadn’t quite sunk in, but it was hovering right on the forefront of his mind when he pushed to his feet slowly. He wasn’t sure what had happened or how they got to that point, but he was suddenly scared as hell that she was going to realize what she’d done.

What happened next stunned him damn near stupid. Kylie lifted her head, baby blue eyes swirling with hunger meeting his gaze before she took a step closer, her fingers rapidly working the button on his jeans before pushing none too gently until his cock sprang free, standing tall and proud and begging for attention.

“Kylie,” Gage whispered her name, emotion clogging his throat because he knew as soon as she did what she was about to do, there’d be no turning back for him. As much as he wanted to be the playboy extraordinaire, he wasn’t.

He was going to fall head first, and he feared she didn’t intend to be there to catch him.

“Fuck!” Gage stumbled back a step, gripping the granite top on the island as Kylie took his cock deep in her mouth before she’d even made it to her knees.

Without thinking, he slid one hand into her silky hair, holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her mouth, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to lave the engorged head before every down stroke. Good Lord, the woman was going to drive him out of his mind.

It didn’t take long for Gage to realize she had very little experience with blow jobs, but her innocence only spurred him on more. Made him want to savor the delicate rasp of her tongue against his brutally sensitive flesh. He kept his eyes locked on her, watching her mouth as she took him deep until he couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Kylie. Baby. I’m not going to be able to stop,” Gage rambled. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to come in your mouth. Baby. Fuck!”

Gage’s hips took on a rhythm of their own as he tightened his fingers in her hair only slightly, trying not to make her gag as he barely restrained himself from driving his cock deeper into her welcoming mouth. When she wrapped both hands around the base of his dick, Gage knew he was done for.

“Kylie. Last warning, baby. Oh, fuck!”

Gage lost it. His body erupted as Kylie proceeded to suck him dry and leave him boneless. Lowering himself to the floor without an ounce of grace because his jeans were still wrapped around his ankles, Gage laid on his back on the cold tile floor, closing his eyes as he fought to breathe.

He was right.

Head. First.

That’s exactly where he landed.

♀♂

Kylie was still shaking from the adrenaline rush that had roared like lava through her bloodstream since the second her lips touched Gage’s. What just happened between them was a long time coming, and despite her anger, she couldn’t bring herself to regret one second of it. Well, maybe that was a little lie. She was suddenly wishing it wasn’t over. Just the thought of having him inside her body made her wet. Again.

And she kept that thought in mind because she absolutely refused to feel anything else.

“Kylie,” Gage began, but Kylie cut him off as she stood, grabbing her clothes along the way.

“Don’t ruin it with words, Gage,” she said over her shoulder as she strolled naked out of her kitchen. She tried for indifference, wanting him to believe she hadn’t felt anything outside of intense physical pleasure. Never would he know that at a moment in time, her heart had screamed for him, begged and pleaded for him to give her any indication that what they’d indulged in had meant something more to him too.

No such luck. Sure, she’d made him come, but aside from the brilliant flecks of gold lit like fire from his desire, she’d seen nothing else in his eyes.

She fought the need to cover herself, to hide from him because she wanted to appear unaffected as she gave him her back.

Little did Gage know, but she hadn’t done anything like that, well, probably ever. No, she wasn’t a virgin – Travis made sure of that – and she hadn’t been celibate for the last ten years either, but her experience was admittedly limited. Having had only three sexual partners in her entire life, Travis included, Kylie knew she wasn’t as adept at pleasing a man as Gage was probably used to.

She didn’t stop walking until she made it to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a gentle click. She didn’t twist the lock because she didn’t expect Gage to follow her anyway. After all, the man had gotten what he came for. She was a conquest for him to dangle in front of Travis for whatever reason.

The thought made her stomach churn and her heart to ache just a teeny tiny bit. If an ache the size of Mount Everest could be considered teeny tiny.

Forcing her weary body to keep going, she headed to the bed. When her knees hit the mattress, she turned and flopped down on her butt, holding her rumpled clothing against her nakedness. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there like that, but she didn’t move until the bedroom door opened and in walked Gage.

Unwilling to look him in the eye, she continued staring at the floor before speaking. “You’re free to go. I’m not the cuddling type, so I don’t need you to hang around.” God, she hoped her voice sounded as stern as she’d meant it to.

Gage didn’t respond, but she felt his eyes on her. When his boots moved into her field of vision, she felt the heat from his body against her skin even with a foot or so between them.

The clothes she held protectively against her breasts were pulled from her hand as Gage moved in front of her, lowering himself to his knees until they were almost face to face. Kylie fully expected him to apologize or say something that would somehow make sense of what they just did. He didn’t.

Gage cupped her face in his big hands and tilted her head up so she met his eyes. What she saw there mirrored what she felt on the inside. Confusion. Desire. Need. It was a churning sea of tumultuous emotions that had led to the sexiest thing she could’ve imagined. They hadn’t had actual intercourse, but aside from her body yearning to know what it would be like to have him inside of her, she wouldn’t have known it. Her mind was awhirl with thoughts that she knew were better left alone.

“Lie back,” Gage instructed and Kylie stiffened. What was he doing?

“Gage, I think you should go,” she forced the words past trembling lips.

“Not a chance,” he whispered and Kylie’s heart danced at the thought of him staying. For some reason, she expected him to run out the door as quickly as he’d come in.

That wasn’t what was happening.

“Lie back,” he repeated gently and Kylie slowly leaned back onto her elbows, as he crawled closer, spreading her thighs as he did. Watching him as he knelt between her legs was so damn hot, she fully expected her comforter to catch fire.

“I need to taste you again. Your pussy’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”

Chills ran over her skin, making her shiver as the words sank in. This was entirely foreign to Kylie. Aside from the exceptional sex she’d encountered with Travis back when she was too young to appreciate all that he’d made her feel, Kylie had only ever known plain vanilla. Her past sexual relationships had been boring at best, and she’d thought it was her fault.

Gage lowered his head, his fingers separating the folds of her sex as the warmth of his breath tickled the heated flesh. Another shiver raced through her as his mouth hovered just out of reach, teasing her with every breath he took.

Kylie was focused on him, the way he stared up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he slid his tongue slowly through her slit, gently lapping at her until she was ready to beg him to finish her off. Just when she thought he was going to let her come, he stopped. Realizing that she’d closed her eyes, Kylie opened them, only to see another expression on Gage’s face that she hadn’t expected. There was no grin, no arrogant, cocky smirk to show her that he knew just what he did to her.

She didn’t look away as he stood, toeing off his boots and then removing his jeans. He continued to watch her, and Kylie got the impression he was waiting for her to send him away. It wasn’t that she didn’t know right from wrong – and this was so very wrong in more ways than one – but she wasn’t willing to let him walk out that door just yet.

Kylie knew without a doubt that this was nothing more than pleasure brought on by heightened emotions that neither of them could control. And she was ok with that.

Liar.

When Gage retrieved a condom from his wallet before tossing the leather billfold onto the floor with the rest of their discarded clothes, Kylie held her breath. She watched as he sheathed his long, heavy erection with slow, practiced movements.

The intensity was still just as significant, however, the level had reduced tenfold, taking on a sweeter, gentler feel. They knew what was to come. And if Kylie was right, sex with Gage was going to blow her mind and ruin her forever, but she couldn’t seem to make him go away. Her heart had waged an all-out war with her common sense and had won by a mile.

Gage’s warm weight pressed down on her as he knelt on the bed between her thighs. Just when she expected him to thrust inside of her, he surprised her by easing over to his back, pulling her along with him. With their positions reversed, Kylie was left straddling him on her bed. The warm column of his erection pressed between her thighs and she gasped, wanting to feel him inside of her more now than before.

“Please,” Kylie whispered, begging as she met his eyes, watching as he seemed to be thinking this through. She was both nervous and anxious, desperately hoping she didn’t ruin this for him. Or her.

“I’m right here, Kylie. Right here.” Gage’s words were like a flame to the kindling that was still smoldering deep in her core. The tenor of his voice was pitched low, the rhythmic cadence both soothing and tender. For a second, she was at a loss, the battle with her emotions waning fast.

With unsure movements, Kylie adjusted their positions until she had the head of his penis pressing against her entrance. He was huge, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take him inside of her completely, but she was certainly going to try. Lowering herself gently, Kylie took Gage inside of her, inch by inch. The expression on his face was one of wonder and pain.