Slide Down on Me (8 page)

He would have loved to push on her head, force her to take more of him, but he needed both hands on the wheel, so he ignored everything but the road beyond the front end of his truck.

Okay, tried to ignore. She sucked on him as though she’d been starving. Not for cock in general, but for
his
. She’d left marks on him last night as much as he’d left marks on her. He bit, she scratched. She bit, he spanked. Her breasts bore his fingerprints, as did her ass. He pinched her nipples, she pulled on his piercings. They’d both had sore, tender nipples by the time she’d dozed off in a sexed-out heap.

He’d have offered a second shower but she’d been asleep before he returned from the kitchen with another bottle of water.

And they were headed in the same direction now. Her house. A den of sexual sin at present. It might be a garish purple on the outside but inside, it was red-hot when she was naked and ready for sex.

She tugged again on the ring through the tip of his cock and massaged his balls through his coveralls and briefs.

“Bells,” he groaned.

“I want your cum, Trav,” she said against his intensely sensitive skin. “I want your cum on my tongue before we get to my house.” She proved the truth of her words when she just about sucked the ring out of its hole.

Travis bucked and, against his better judgment, let go of the wheel with one hand and urged her farther down on his cock. She moaned and swallowed against him. His piercing hit the roof of her mouth. She worked the shaft, teased with her tongue and slurped as though he were a straw.

And she got her wish. He erupted between her lips and she drank him down her throat. His shout bounced off the small confines of the cab and through hazy eyes, he could see the edge of her driveway. Thank God for small miracles. He had plans for the crazy-ass beauty lifting her head and licking her lips.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Bells. ’Bout wrecked us a couple times with that mouth of yours.”

“But you didn’t. You got skills, Trav,” she teased.

“Just keep that in mind,” he promised, throwing the truck into park when he’d barely cleared the edge of the road. He was legally in her drive, but a case could be made for a reckless parking job.

He didn’t care. He backed her against the passenger door and tore at the fastenings of her pants to free her to his gaze. He’d just come in a flood down her throat but he was still horny as fucking hell and it was time for him to return the favor.

Bella made a grab for the door handle, for any kind of handle. She needed to hold on to something as she flew apart, and with just the gleam in Travis’ eyes, she knew she was going to fly.

She tried to help him get her pants down, but he was quicker, rougher. He pulled her shoes off and tossed them somewhere over his shoulder and for all she knew they went out the driver-side window. Seams ripped next as he tugged and pulled and when she thought he’d rip her panties off too, he simply pulled the crotch to the side and dove in with his face.

Bella arched her neck and hit the window with the back of her head. She lifted her hips and Travis helped by anchoring one tattooed arm under her ass. He held her pussy to his mouth and ate her.

His tongue licked her from top to bottom and back again. He nibbled at her outer lips, her inner lips, her clit. He made her wiggle, writhe and squirm. He made her pant several times, then made her hold her breath when he brought her to the edge of an orgasm, only to abruptly back off as she started to go over.

“Goddamn, Travis!”

“Payback’s a bitch, Bells,” he muttered, his words muffled by the face plant he was doing between her legs.

At one time, she might have been self-conscious about having not showered immediately before sex, or at least washed up after walking in the humid hell of late afternoon before he’d picked her up. But she didn’t feel self-conscious with Travis. No, she felt wanted, desired and sexy, no matter what. His scent and taste had only been magnified by the sweating he’d done in the garage. His musk was strong in general; add in a bit of sweat and it was as though she were an animal in heat. Then again, no matter what, she couldn’t wait to get at him, at his body, at his mouth, at his cock. He was a drug and what he did to her when they were naked, or in this case partially naked, was becoming her addiction.

She reached for him, intent on pulling him up her body. Surely he was hard by now, right? Surely he could fuck the crap out of her now, right? But he wouldn’t budge, so she fisted a handful of his hair in frustrated need and yanked. Hard. Still he didn’t stop, didn’t cease. He was content to tease her.

Meanwhile, her heart thundered, her brow dripped sweat, her nipples ached and she rode the precipice he kept taunting her with.

“Asshole,” she ground out. At that, he lifted his head, his eyes wide and full of wicked intent.

“You want to play
that
game, yeah? I’m all over it. Finger? Or tongue?”

Bella was momentarily speechless and had to take a second to catch up. “Oh!” Dear heavens, he thought she meant…

Her thoughts trailed away and her eyes rolled back in her head when he licked at the entrance to her body and up to her clit.

“My girl likes it.” His breath was hot against her but she shivered just the same.

“F-finger.”

“Mmmm. Good. Look at me,” he ordered. Bella followed the edict. Travis’ eyes glowed in the late-afternoon light and he pushed her higher against the door. She was reclined but not lying as flat as before. “Watch. I want to see you when my finger slides inside your ass.”

Truth be told, Bella couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried. She lowered her gaze, pulled up her shirt for an unobstructed view. Travis’ hand plundered her folds, dipped and slid against the inner lips.

He lifted his hand, his fingers glossy with her juices, and waggled his middle finger at her. She grinned and thrust her pelvis. He huffed out a laugh and speared her, the digit disappearing inside her sex. A few short twists of his wrist, this way and that, and that finger slid out and pressed against her ass.

Bella tensed and sucked in a breath between her teeth.

“Relax, baby. You know how good it’s gonna feel, don’t ya?”

She loved how Travis’ Southern drawl was more pronounced, proper grammar tossed out the window when it came to sex. He was all country, all hot, all hers. She nodded and he smiled, then slowly screwed his longest finger into her bottom.

Her breath whooshed out and she sank down, impaling herself. She shuddered in pleasure. “Oh.”

“Oh is right. Let’s see about getting you to come now.” He licked at her clit. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, Bells?” He nipped her bud, tugged it between his lips, worried it back and forth.

“Ah fuck, Trav, please…” She’d give anything to come. She’d give anything to keep him inside her, his mouth focused on her pussy, his full attention centered on her.

He wiggled his finger in her ass, pulled back slightly, then shoved back inside hard. “It’s okay, baby. Let go. Let me have it all.” He fucked her with small, hard thrusts and with only a moment’s hesitation, she held his mouth to her and rode his tongue, his lips, the edges of his teeth.

She closed her eyes, lost herself in the feel of him between her legs. The permission he gave meant everything. Last night she’d taken some of the control, some of the power for the pleasure. He wanted her wild and untamed. He wanted everything she could give in their sexual play. She wanted the same thing from him. And that freedom sent her tumbling over the cliff’s edge into an orgasm.

It hit her, rolled over her, and she bucked her hips. Travis didn’t slow his sucking, nibbling, licking. The more he worked her clit, the more drawn-out her climax. She loved this feeling and wanted it go on and on. She never wanted to come down from it, but all too soon she did, yet Travis was there, kissing his way up her body until he got to her mouth.

She smelled her pussy on his breath and met him for the kiss that was waiting for her. His finger was still in her ass, which was still clutching him tightly. Their tongues tangled for a brief time.

He lifted his head and their eyes locked. A smile tilted his lips and heat began to flow through her again. “I think I like payback,” she purred.

Chapter Six

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Bella asked, walking slowly into the living room. She was sore and well and truly wrung out. She needed a shower and a nap.

She found Travis staring out at the lake but he turned when she spoke. He smiled and her insides gave a little flip. The man was dangerous to not only her sex drive, but to her heart as well. She would have to tread carefully, but she wasn’t sure she knew how when her dream man had given her carte blanche to crawl all over him anytime she wanted for as long as their arrangement lasted.

“Are you cooking?”

Relief settled in. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted him to stay, or how disappointed she’d have been if he’d said no. “Well, I was hoping maybe you would.”

“And what would I be cooking?”

“I’m assuming you know how to use a grill?”

“Are you now?” A teasing smirk lifted the right corner of his lips. “Isn’t that a little sexist?”

Bella shrugged. “I don’t think either of us is in any position to be lobbing those kinds of jabs back and forth.”

He pulled her close for a quick kiss that left her weak in the knees. “You’re probably right, in which case, yes, I know how to use a grill, and yes, I’d love to stay for dinner,” he confirmed with another tempting but too-short kiss. “What am I making?”

“Pizza.”

“I’m sorry?” Confusion laced his question and she had to grin.

“Pizza. It’s something I learned about in Nashville several years ago. Grilled flatbread pizza.”

“I’ve grilled a lot of things but I have to say, pizza is not one of them.”

“Are you chicken?”

“Please,” he scoffed. “Do you grill your own?”

“Absolutely.”

“I see. Well, anything you can do, I can do.”

“Oh really?”

“Within reason,” he qualified.

She did her best to bite back a smile at his quick recovery. “Nice save.”

Travis nipped at her nose. “I thought so. How long do you need before I start the grill?”

“You can start it now. You just have to grill the flatbread. We’ll top it after.”

“You don’t melt the cheese or anything?”

“It
can
be melted, but I usually don’t.”

“You’re a strange woman, Bella Drake.”

“Good strange or bad strange?”

“That all depends, I guess.”

“On?”

“On whether I can stomach this fancy-schmancy non-melted-cheese pizza thing or if I end up calling Bobby down at the Pizza Palace for a real pie.”

“No faith in me at all. Such a shame.”

“No faith in your high-society food, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, yeah. If you’d like, you can make your own, and I’ll even tell you how to make it so you can add toppings while it’s over the flame.”

“I’ll try anything once. You do have meat, right?”

“I thought you were the one with the meat.”

Travis hung his head and chuckled. “That’s so lame, Bells.”

“But you laughed.”

“Maybe so, but it’s still lame. Gas grill?”

“No. Charcoal.”

“Damn.”

“What?”

“I don’t remember the last time I started a charcoal grill.”

“Need me to do that for you too?”

“Keep it up, little girl and I’ll give you something that’ll smart.”

“Ooohh. Threats.”

“Promises. And you know I keep my promises, don’t you, baby?” His voice was barely a whisper against her skin where he’d bent close. Bella clamped her lips together and nodded. She knew all about him saying what he meant and meaning what he said.

“What about…” she began.

“What about what?”

“What about
you
keeping it up?”

“That’s it.” She was spun around and bent over the kitchen counter.

* * * * *

“Were you all right after work today? Did something happen?”

Bella was surprised at the question and guessed it showed, because Travis quickly looked away and picked up his beer and another slice of what was now cold pizza. He’d liked it, and she was happier than she figured she should be over Travis giving her grilled pizza his approval.

“No, why?”

They were on her back deck, lakeside, and had brought a couple of blankets out. In between eating, they’d screwed like a couple of animals in mating season. And “screwed” was the appropriate term. Nothing they did together was tender or soft when it came to sex. They fucked and they screwed.

She didn’t want anything different. She only wanted more. It was after sex that the gentleness came into play. It was an odd combination, but one he seemed to enjoy as much as she did.

“Well,” he started, “you didn’t wait for me in town and you walked right by the garage.”

Bella felt the heat of a blush. “I, uh…I wasn’t even paying attention.” How much should she tell him about her conversation with Mrs. Cleary? Should she tell him she could get the money for her car by tomorrow afternoon? She guessed it wouldn’t really matter. They were due to end their little affair by Saturday anyway because he was only willing to hold her car until tomorrow.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It was a busy afternoon and Mr. Martin showed up right after closing and demanded flowers for his wife.”

Travis chuckled and Bella felt a little relief. She needed to figure out what to do, though. She didn’t want things to end between them. She liked him and wanted to keep seeing him, but didn’t know if he felt the same connection outside sex that she did. There was comfort, laughter and it was easy to be herself. She hadn’t had that in a long time, at least on this level.

“Laugh all you want but that man scares me,” she admitted.

“Hey, you didn’t have him as a teacher.”

“No, but believe me, we heard plenty about him around town. It doesn’t appear that he’s mellowed out any after he retired from teaching and took over the hardware store. And was it true his son’s nickname was MNM?”