BLYSS (Blyss Trilogy #1) (26 page)

He lifts his hand to lay the palm flat against my chest over my medallion. I feel his fingers spread out over my skin, and my heart rate spikes. He gently pushes me backwards so I’m laying down flat again, and I can see my chest rising and falling—but whether it’s from apprehension or excitement, I can’t tell. Maybe it’s both. I look up and see his eyes have turned sultry, glimmering with raw desire. I remain quiet as his rough hands begin to caress my chest with smooth, light strokes.
 

I want him so badly, and—
God, help me
—I can’t seem to distinguish between my real feelings and the drugs. He shifts his bodyweight, laying down by my side. Pulling my right leg over his left, he spreads my legs open and traps it in place. I swallow hard. “Travis...”

He shakes his head. “No words. Just let me make you feel good.” He leans down, resting his weight on his elbow, and begins a seductive dance with his tender lips on mine. He’s irresistible, and I could get drunk on his kisses. I try deepening the kiss, but he pulls back to tease me with the tip of his tongue. I fight for it, but he’s keeping his hot kisses just out of reach. I moan in frustration but continue to chase him. It’s erotic, and I feel my muscles clench deep within my belly. He eventually allows me more of him as he slowly circles his tongue around mine, and I begin to pant.
 

Suddenly, his mouth closes over mine with such force that my head is pushed back into the pillows. I feel his hand fumbling around on the other side of me, searching for an item from the bag. He must find what he’s looking for, because all too soon, I feel a thick, cool gel being expelled into the opening of my heated core, creating an arousing contrast in temperatures as he applies it to my swollen labia. In my peripheral vision, I catch a quick glimpse of him grabbing the pink vibrator before he has it positioned at my entrance, yet he never breaks eye contact with me.

This is really going to happen
, I think to myself, and I feel my heart rate pick up once again. My eyes shut involuntarily, hiding me from the humiliating predicament. I clench my fists tightly, preparing for pain, embarrassment, and mortification.

His deep, rich voice echoes in my ear, bringing me back. “Open your eyes, Julianna. I want you to keep them open. Keep your eyes focused on me.” I do as he says, submitting to his command, and when I open my eyes, I’m taken aback by the look of pure, raw, unbridled passion written all over his face. I become less tense when I allow myself to get lost in his glistening green eyes, always seeming to find comfort there.
 

“There’s nothing wrong with taking your pleasure,” he whispers heatedly as he begins to move the wand with a gentle, back-and-forth motion, skirting over my opening. He doesn’t put the toy inside me right away; instead, he begins to tease me by turning on the vibrations, then dances the dildo between my clit and outer folds.
Holy hell!
My hips buck upward in response. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.”
 

I want to feel his hard body over mine; I want to escape into everything that is Travis. “Travis, kiss me, please,” I quietly plead, and he doesn’t hesitate. With his passionate kisses and the vibrator working its magic over my pussy, I groan into his mouth.
 

He begins a pattern, sliding the toy back and forth over my opening, then swirling it around my clit. Sliding his tongue over mine, he mimics what he’s doing to my opening.
 

“You are so damn sexy,” he whispers over my lips with heated breath. My heart is beating wildly in my chest as my passion rises to heights untouched before. I feel the vibrator increase in speed against my core. My free hand grabs onto his bicep, and I squeeze his thick muscle as the vibrator swirls, playing just inside my entrance. It’s not enough.
 

“Travis,” I plead, “please, I need more.”

He doesn’t disappoint. He increases the intensity of his kiss, and I give him every bit of the passion I have. My body is speaking to his with unspoken words of want and desire for him.

He slowly begins to tease the tip in and out of me, going a little deeper with each thrust, testing my ability to take it without pain. I’m so turned on, and I wish this was his cock driving in and out of me. I let a whimper of frustration escape from me.

“That’s it, baby. Reach for it; let the feeling take you away.” While the toy vibrates on high, he suddenly thrusts it all the way in and holds it there. I let out a loud gasp and hang onto his bicep for dear life, digging my nails in hard. “Shh, the worst is over now,” he whispers against my lips.
 

Surprisingly, the pain dissipates quickly, leaving behind a need to move against the fullness. I relax the death grip I have on Travis’ arm and catch my breath. “Good God, you’re amazing,” he murmurs and begins trailing hot kisses from my lips to my neck, ending at my breasts. When he reaches my pink nipple, he slips it into his warm, moist mouth and gently suckles. At the same time, he begins moving the vibrator tenderly in and out of my wet core. My chest heaves, breathing in a gasp of air. The combined stimulations assaulting my body have the beginnings of an orgasm of stellar proportions building deep within.

“Oh, God, Travis!” The sensations are driving me crazy, overwhelming my senses. I hear the wetness of my pussy making slurping sounds alongside the buzz from the dildo.
 

“You hear that? It’s your pussy making hot, wet, sucking sounds, begging to be fucked.” He groans and takes my other nipple into his mouth. “So damn sexy.” The rhythm in my core builds to a crescendo as he wildly plunges the toy in and out of me, harder and faster. He moves his body out of the way and hovers above me. “Look down, baby. I want you to see how your perfect body is working for its release. Grind on it. Watch it slide in and out.”

Oh, shit.
This is incredible. He sits up, grabs another vibrator by my side and clicks it on. When he places it on my clit, I instantly go wild, flying away in a whirlwind of frenzied fire. My hips have a mind of their own, bucking and straining, chasing my building orgasm.

“Travis…please…I want you…” I gasp between breaths. I want nothing but this man. I want his raw flesh, skin-on-skin, deep inside of me. I cry out, my toes curl, and I’m on the brink again.
 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, everything stops, and my eyes open wide in shock. The immediate loss after I was just getting ready to slip over the edge into a blissful orgasm makes me want to scream.

“Travis, what the—“ I quit mid-sentence as I watch and feel him apply more lubricant to my folds.

He glances my way and says, “What’s the matter?” He tilts his head to the side, looking at me skeptically. “You know, I’m not sure you really want it, Julianna…I mean,
really
want it.”

I’m sure bewilderment of epic proportions crosses my features.
I can’t believe this shit!
I shake my head at him. “Are you kidding me?”

“Then show me,” he taunts, “show me, Julianna... just... how... bad... you want it.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

He lifts his brow. “Does it look like I’m joking?”
 

No, he certainly doesn’t look like he’s joking, so I shake my head no. The vibrators crank up again and he slides one into my vagina, where I can feel the excessive amount of lube he just placed there, and more erotic, wet, and naughty sounds overtake me. I begin to move my hips back and forth, then I work in circles as he works the vibrator.

“Not good enough, Julianna, give it to me; give in to me.” The jerk is now teasing me, hovering the vibrator just on the outside of my pussy lips. “Come and get it, baby. Work those hips; give your hungry pussy what it wants.”
 

It finally dawns on me. I finally understand what he wants—complete surrender, to let my body go and to just feel. He wants me to relinquish myself to every alluring sensation he’s creating for me. I give him want he wants, as I give in to ecstasy my body is demanding I take. My body takes over, going wild with free and unrestrained motion as I let every animalistic urge unleash.

“That’s it, baby. Spread your wings and fly.”

He applies more pressure with the clitoral vibrator and rubs it in tiny circles, causing my hips to mimic his movements. The vibrations increase in intensity, as he relentlessly plunges it in and out of me at an angle that sends me flying.

Every nerve ending in my clit sings high soprano, shattering something inside me, and I’m ready to detonate. I scream out and frantically take what my body, mind, and soul have been begging for.

“That’s it, baby. Clench your muscles around it; feel me plunging in and out of your greedy pussy. Let yourself go,” he urges.
 

I let go with a vengeance, my legs trembling uncontrollably, and I savor every second of the orgasm, letting it take control over my entire being. Travis stretches the orgasm out by ceaselessly continuing his assault. Suddenly, all of those sensations become too much, and I let out a cry of despair. “Stop, Travis...stop...please!”

“Uh-uh, no, Julianna, work
through
the pain and pleasure. You have no choice; I’m not relenting. Clench your pussy harder and keep giving yourself over to the feelings. Circle your hips and keep working for it, wanting it, reaching for it, squeeze again,” he instructs, his voice becoming a mantra.

I scream out in a battle cry at the top of my lungs as I work my kegel muscles, the pain and pleasure continuing to rack my body. The intense tingling and numbing sensation has escalated all over again, and I’m thrown into another orgasm, this one far more intense than the first one, and I find myself out of breath.

After coming down from the high, I can only beg weakly for Travis to stop. “Please, Travis...”

“That was beautiful.” Travis slows the toys’ movements and brings their vibrations to a stop as I come down from my spasms.
 

“Holy hell,” I moan with labored breaths. Not only have I never had an orgasm so intense, I’ve never had multiples. I look to Travis and his chest is heaving, his feral, lust-filled eyes searing me with unspoken need. I glance down at his erection, not believing I have such an effect on him. I can see the entire outline of his thick cock straining against his tight-fitting jeans, and I’m overwhelmed by how much I want him.

“That was without a doubt the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he hisses.

I gaze into his turbulent eyes, confessing, “I want you. I want you to be the first one to have me, Travis. Please, don’t make me beg,” and then I throw him the same lines he fed me earlier. “You want this; I know you do. I can tell by the way your body responds to mine.”

Travis rolls over onto his back, lying flat on the bed. He looks frustrated, running both hands over his face and through his hair. He groans as if he’s in deep pain. I prop myself up on my elbow and lean over him, willing him to say yes to me. He stays silent, and I second-guess myself, wondering if he doesn’t want me after all. Being one to hate the back-and-forth drama from lack of communication, I ask, “Why won’t you have me? Don’t you want me?”

He lets out a pained sigh. “You’re not mine to have, sweetheart. You belong to Nick.” I peer over his stonewall exterior, and I can truly see the warring conflict going on behind his eyes. I can tell he wants me, and how hard this really is for him. “But do I want you? Yeah, I do, more than my next breath,” he softly murmurs. His confession relieves me of the quarreling emotions I have over Travis. Despite the fact he’s a criminal, there is something undeniable building between the two of us that continues to strengthen; I can feel it.

No matter how messed up it is, I want Travis, and I felt something from the second I laid eyes on him. I can’t deny the fact he feels so right at this very moment, and I decide I will take him any way he will give himself to me. I roll my body on top of his, placing a hand on either side of his broad shoulders as I dust my lips across his. His hands fly to my shoulders and he pushes me back, his brow furrowing in question.

“Julianna, what are you doing?”
Strike one.
I move on to plan B and shake off his hands, scooching back between his legs. He raises an eyebrow. “Julianna?”

“Shhh…let me have this…please.” The way he’d taken care of me this afternoon had to have been the ultimate experience for
losing my virginity, even though, technically I haven’t lost it yet. Of course, I’m under the influence of drugs, but he truly cared and wanted to make me feel good. Since I’m being trained to be Nick’s, truthfully he’s the one who should have been here today, but I’m glad it wasn’t him, though. Travis is the one who’s been by my side, holding my hand and picking up the broken pieces every single time I’ve fallen apart.

 
I decide that if he won’t make love to me, I can at least show him, convince him how much I want him. I’m desperate for him, and it calls for desperate measures. I tentatively look into his eyes for permission as I reach for the button on his jeans. He takes a deep breath, holds it in and closes his eyes, as if he’s warring with himself.
 

“Julianna, no...no,” he whispers on his exhale, but there’s no conviction behind the word, and I know it really means yes. His hands clench into tight fists as I forge ahead, unbuttoning his pants. I slide down his zipper, revealing dark blue boxer shorts. “This is not a good idea,” he warns, but he doesn’t even attempt to stop me. His words are weak, said only out of obligation.

“Shh, I need this. Please, don’t stop me,” I murmur, my fingers steadily pulling down his underwear and exposing the tip of his penis. Holding back the elastic band of his underwear with one hand, I tenderly remove his swollen cock from its confines using the other. He’s beautiful, thick, hard, and supple all at the same time. My hand gently wraps around his length, and Travis lets out a low moan as his body visibly shudders. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the tip, and I immediately snake my tongue out to lap it up.