Fuck me and my inability to make good, responsible, grown up decisions and stick to them.
Fuck my reliance on alcohol to get me out of uncomfortable situations and also, whilst I'm on, fuck my inability to listen to my own common sense.
My common sense is good, it knows what it's talking about but above all, above everything else, fuck Travis 'I'm so pretty, I'm so kind and caring, I'm so fuckin ridiculously hot' Kelce
Oh wait a second... I did that already.
3 times actually, if we are keeping count.
Which means the counter in my kitchen is going to need disinfected, as is my bedroom door and the sheets I'm currently cacooned in will most definitely need to be burned.
I pull the crisp, white sheet away from myself and look down at my naked body.
Naked...as in, not wearing any clothes, as in, lying here wearing nothing but my birthday suit.
Inwardly cringing I spare a fleeting glance for the naked ass that lies just inches from my hip
Okay I say 'fleeting' but what I really mean is lingering, ok I was staring, but I feel no shame because no matter how completely annoying Travis is and no matter how much I want to strangle him most of the time, I'm a grown woman with needs and I can admit that his body is a thing of absolute beauty.
'Strangle' such a dangerous word but as I allow myself to think back I can't feel anything but 'aroused' at the thought of Travis' hand resting on my throat as he kissed me to within an inch of insanity
Yes, he's an absolute douche but he kisses good
My bed mate groans a little and before I have time to roll my eyes at how even when half asleep he sounds heavenly his finger tips are fluttering over my hip
I attempt to push aside the way he makes me feel soft by crossing my arms over my chest but he seems unconvinced because his fingertips are now dancing down the outside of my thigh
"Don't touch me you douche"
"It's a little bit late for that sweetheart"
I can almost hear him winking at me as I continue to gaze straight ahead, never once turning to make eye contact, not trusting how my body would react to those dark, green eyes and that hair that in now styled in the most amazing array of 'sex hair' I have ever seen
"Can you please move away from me if you cant control your body bits, your 'guy' keeps poking me" I roll my eyes and again cross my arms in feigned annoyance and the soft chuckle Travis let's out makes me want to turn in his arms and drown myself in him but instead I continue to look at the white wall of my bedroom and try to convince myself I am not enjoying the way his fingers continue to tease me
"I think 'my guy' likes you" Travis whispers in my ear, no embarrassment at all that his 'guy' has gone rogue, instead he wraps an arm over my waist and pulls me to him, his said 'rogue' body part pressing hard against my behind
"I had fun with you last night" he pushes my hair from my shoulder and begins placing soft kisses to my neck whilst his arm remains tight around my stomach, holding my naked body tightly to his.
"You had fun being seen in a beautiful restaurant with a woman that was dressed like a homeless person and watching her eat nothing but tomatoes whilst she verbally attacked you at every opportunity?"
Why aren't I stopping him from using those lips like a heavenly form of magic against my skin and my senses?
Why haven't I pulled away from the insessent prodding against my behind?
Why haven't I woken up appalled at how easy I had given in to him and kicked him out, he only lives next door, he could have walked there naked and no one would have known
"Yay, no matter what we are doing, as long as it's you and I then it's my favourite date ever"
"Oh no, no, no Travis it definitely was not a date, do not get it confused"
"Of course it wasn't a date, my bad, I apologize"
His lips are back on my neck as his hands stroke and squeeze my thighs
"You have to go"
"Oh come on Taylor, at least try and say it like you mean it, you know I like it when you challenge me"
His fingers travel from the outside of my thigh to the inside and he let's out a groan of anticipation.
If I'm going to stop this I have to stop it now before I lose all control of myself because the feel of Travis' fingers is doing things to me I hadn't realized were possible
"Doesn't that guy think of anything else?! " I huff as once again I feel the prodding, but at this point I don't even sound convincing to myself
"Well sometimes he thinks about peeing" his hand is traveling slowly up the inside of my thigh and this time it's my turn to moan in anticipation of the contact I know is coming my way but suddenly his fingers stop and I moan again but this time in frustration
"But mostly it's you he thinks about...always you"
The sparks of electricity that pulse through my body as the contact is finally made causes me to push back hard against his groin and in that moment all sense is lost, I turn in his arms wrapping my arms around his neck and our mouths connect as his fingers grab hungrily at my ass, pulling me closer and closer as our naked flesh burns against each other. 10 years of waiting, of dreaming and anticipating his touch and it came nowhere near to the reality of it.
This mans body is magic, it touches mine like magic and makes me feel like magic.
He might be a douche but he fucks really really good.
