Strip Game - A Whirlwind Summer

53. 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏

♪✰❄︎𖤍❄︎✰♪

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

"Can I put it back on?" she asked, her voice so small, eyes still squeezed shut.

God. Did she have any clue what she was doing to me standing there half-naked, hugging her arms around herself like that?

I leaned back a little, arms crossed, forcing a cold expression to keep my sanity in check.

"Not so fast," I said, my voice coming out low, husky, almost unrecognizable even to me.

She opened her eyes, gave me this pleading look, still trying to cover her chest. That only made me want it more.

"Take your hands off them," I told her, my stare locked on her. "I want to see them."

She looked at me like she was hoping I’d laugh and say I was joking. But I didn’t. I just stood there, waiting, silent, until slowly, painfully slowly, she let her right hand drop to her sides.

Her cheeks flamed instantly. Her eyes shut again, as if she was too embarrassed to look at me while I devoured her with my eyes.

Holy shit.

I didn’t even try to hide the way my gaze roamed over her. Her nipple was hard, her chest rising and falling so quickly, her breathing shallow. I felt my jaw tighten, my fists clench.

It wasn’t enough. Just looking at one wasn’t enough. Not after tonight. Not after watching other guys drool over her.

"What else, Travis?" she whispered, cracking open her eyes to meet mine.

I swallowed hard, feeling my throat burn.
"Take your other hand off too. I want to see them properly," I said, voice rough, more desperate than I intended.

She hesitated, like she was searching my face for a sign of mercy, but found none. Then she dropped her hands completely, fully exposing herself to me.

Fuck.

I felt a growl rumble up from my chest. I took a step forward, my body moving on its own.

"What now?" she asked, barely above a whisper, her eyes shut tight again.

Without answering, I grabbed her by the waist, yanked her flush against me, and crashed my lips onto hers.

She let out a muffled protest, pushing lightly at my chest, but I didn’t let her pull away. I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue against hers until finally... finally,  she started kissing me back.

It was like a dam breaking. All the pent-up shit inside me exploded.

My jacket hit the floor, and I backed her up until she stumbled onto the couch. I followed her down, pressing her beneath me, our lips still locked.

Then I pulled back, just enough to drop my mouth to where I’d been craving all night. I took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked hard.

Her back arched, a choked moan spilling out that made my cock throb painfully.

Jesus.

I switched to the other breast, my hand teasing the one I’d just abandoned, loving the feel of her squirming under me, her breathy moans filling my ears.

I pulled back just long enough to look up at her face, eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between her teeth, cheeks bright red. Completely wrecked. Because of me.

And in that second, something dark and possessive flared inside me.

No other guy would ever get to see this. Ever.

She was so soft, so warm under me. The second her little gasp turned into a moan, it was like something snapped in my chest.

Fuck. I’ve imagined this. I’ve dreamt about it. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the real thing.

Her nipple hardened against my tongue, and I sucked harder, rolling it between my teeth just to hear that sound again.

Her back arched off the couch, pressing more of herself into me, her hands clutching at my shoulders.

God.

I groaned against her skin, feeling my cock twitch painfully in my jeans. My other hand squeezed her other breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, loving how it peaked even tighter.

She sounded so damn sweet , those breathy little yet silent moans going straight to my head. I wanted more. Needed more. I wanted to hear her lose control completely because of me.

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were dazed, lips parted, chest rising and falling so fast.

And shit, I’d never seen anything hotter.

"You like that?" I rasped, my voice so rough I barely recognized it.

She didn’t answer, just bit her lip and gave this tiny nod that about did me in.

"Say it," I demanded, my thumb still circling her nipple. "Tell me you like it."

I stared at her, almost forcing the words out of her, I needed a confirmation for real.

Her eyes fluttered. "I... I like it," she whispered, cheeks flaming.

A savage sort of pride surged through me.

"Good," I muttered. Then I ducked my head again, taking her other breast into my mouth this time, licking and sucking until she was whimpering, her legs shifting restlessly under me.

And hearing that, hearing her melt like that for me, made every guilt-ridden thought vanish.

Because right now, nothing mattered but the way she was gasping my name.

"God, you’re driving me insane," I rasped against her skin.

My hand slid under her skirt, tracing up her thigh. I was right there, right on the edge of tearing her panties off and losing myself completely, when she tensed all over.

"Travis… wait," she panted. "I… I’ve never…"

It was like getting doused in ice water.

Never?

Fuck. Why am I surprised? I knew about this, or maybe because a part of be was wishing it's a lie.

I pulled back so fast she gasped, my hands still on her thighs but suddenly paralyzed.

"Shit," I breathed, dropping my forehead to her shoulder. My heart was jackhammering, my entire body shaking with restraint.

Her hands found my shoulders, small and unsure. "Travis?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. "We have to stop."

"But—"

I shook my head, forced myself to pull away completely. I couldn’t even look at her. "If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop and… that’s not how I want it to be. Not your first time."

The room went quiet except for our ragged breaths.

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Hmmmmm

Do you like how Travis is being concerned or you're annoyed of his reaction??