Nicole Edwards - Travis

“Where do you want to do this?” Gage countered as Travis dropped the towel that had been around his hips to the floor, letting him know that right there would be sufficient.

The sound of the front door opening and then closing again had his cock jerking as he held it firmly in his grip.

“Mmm, I could get used to this,” Gage said as he took a step closer, then another until they were chest to chest.

“On your knees,” Travis demanded, his control quickly slipping. “Wrap your lips around my cock.”

 From that point on, there wasn’t any more conversation as Gage dropped to his knees and went to work blowing both his cock and his mind while they waited for Kylie to join them.

Travis linked his fingers in Gage’s wet hair, holding him steady as he pumped his hips forward. He saw Kylie as soon as she stepped foot in the bedroom. If the blowjob wasn’t doing it for him, – which it totally was – having Kylie standing there with her hands on her hips as she watched the action would’ve had him hard enough to hammer nails.

“That’s it,” Travis groaned. “Let me fuck your mouth.”

Tightening his fingers in Gage’s hair, Travis pushed his hips forward slowly until the head of his cock brushed the back of Gage’s throat. Not interested in making him gag, he pulled back and then drove in again. As the sensations overtook him, Travis picked up the pace, making his thrusts shallow, the suction from Gage’s hot mouth making him see stars.

“It’s so fucking good, Gage. That’s it, make me come. Fuck yes. Suck me harder.” A strangled sound came out of his throat as Travis made one last attempt to hold on, but he failed, his hips surging forward as he came in Gage’s mouth.

He didn’t release his hair until Gage had swallowed every last drop, and then he was helping him up before claiming his mouth the same way Gage had done the night before. Travis could hear Kylie’s accelerated breathing and he was suddenly more than interested in turning the tables on her. When the kiss broke, Travis stared back at him momentarily. There was a knowing glint in Gage’s eyes. Breaking the connection, he picked his towel up from the floor before he turned to Kylie.

“Was that as hot as you thought it would be?” He questioned her as he strolled naked in her direction, slowly wrapping the towel around his hips and securing it.

“Yes,” she croaked and then cleared her throat. “Better… than I thought it would be.”

“Good, how about coffee?” He knew how turned on she was, but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted yet. Always better to make them wait. Increased the chances she’d be begging in a little while and Travis was desperate to hear her beg.

“Ok,” she answered, sounding surprised.

Travis gave her a quick kiss on the mouth and then made his way through the living room, the smell of already brewed coffee luring him across the house. He knew Gage had been rummaging around in the kitchen prior to Kylie’s arrival. He wasn’t sure whether he’d find anything he was looking for, but from the smell, he had.

“I didn’t even know I had a coffee maker,” Travis mumbled when Gage and Kylie joined him.

“I had to dig it out from under the counter. Luckily, you had some sense and had coffee on hand though.”

Travis sipped, frowning into his mug. It was true, he didn’t spend much time at home, and he was a little embarrassed by what little he had now that Kylie was there to see it. He had a good reason, but he wasn’t going to share it with her. If he wasn’t at the office, he was usually… well, he wasn’t at home. He’d spent more than his fair share of time in various beds other than his own.

Meeting Kylie’s gaze as she stood in his kitchen, all of his worry faded as he witnessed the sparkle in her eyes. She was on fire, and he was suddenly extremely interested in taking his mind off of the direction it was headed.

Setting his mug on the counter, Travis placed his hands palms down on the granite by his sides and stared at her. Only when she squirmed did he say something.

“Last night, when you were on the phone with us, did you touch yourself?”

Kylie’s eyes widened, and her cheeks turned pretty pink before she choked out her answer. “No.”

Travis pretended to consider that for a moment and then he said, “Did you want to?”

Kylie turned to look at Gage who was leaning casually against the door jamb, wearing only his jeans while he held a coffee mug in his hands.

“He can’t answer for you,” Travis told her, keeping his tone firm. He loved the hell out of the fact she initiated a varied version of phone sex last night, but now he wanted to control her pleasure the same way she had theirs.

“Yes,” she finally said.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I wanted to touch myself.”

“Are you wet now?” he asked, pushing off of the counter and stepping toward her.

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

Kylie opened her mouth as though she were going to argue, but then she closed it without a word.

“As a matter of fact, take all of your clothes off so I can see exactly how turned on you are.”

“Right here?”

“As good a place as any as far as I’m concerned.” The slightly subversive gleam in her eyes turned him on.

When she fumbled with the edge of her t-shirt, Travis took her chin between his fingers and thumb and held her so she looked at him.

“I want you to do everything I tell you to. Can you do that for me?”

“Depends,” she stated.

“On?”

“On what you want me to do.”

“You’re going to have to trust me.”

There was a long pause and then Kylie smiled, and Travis felt as though sunshine had just lit up his chest. “Ok.”

The fact that Kylie would trust him, even with their history together, almost leveled him. Cupping her face, Travis pressed his lips to hers and swallowed the words he was about to say.

He would tell her eventually, but he needed to make sure she was wholly his first. He had no intention of losing her again when he’d come this far.

♀♂

Kylie was breathless. The idea of what Travis was intimating had ratcheted up her body temperature by at least ten degrees in the last ten seconds. She felt as though she were on a roller coaster and they’d just climbed the hill, pausing at the top. She was about to free fall to the earth, and she only prayed another curve was going to come along and usher her forward.

That curve arrived.

In the form of Gage as he approached her from behind, his coffee cup now gone, his hands running along her sides, his fingertips sneaking beneath the edge of her t-shirt. He wasn’t helping her, but he was teasing as he leaned in and nipped her earlobe, whispering against her hear. “I love watching you get naked.”

As a chill ran across her skin from his words, Kylie lifted the hem of her t-shirt, ever so slowly, keeping her eyes focused on Travis’ as she did. It was a magnificent effort not to look away, but she refused. She wasn’t willing to lose that connection with him. The glimmer of hunger was making his normally blue gray eyes darker, more midnight blue than smoke.

Not only was desire spurring her on, but Travis’ request for her to trust him had shifted something inside of her. Probably her heart. Knowing what their history was like, she couldn’t imagine that it was easy for him to ask because he was likely expecting an answer other than the one she gave him.

Travis took a step back after pressing his lips gently to hers, resuming his casual lean against the counter and allowing her plenty of room to remove the rest of her clothing. She was more than ready for this, even if she was a little embarrassed having them staring at her the way they were. But Kylie was going to prove to both of them that she could handle this.

 “Come on, baby,” Travis encouraged, “I want to see your sweet naked body.”

A quick flick of her fingers and the front clasp of her bra broke free, her breasts spilling out as the black lace separated. With a shrug of her shoulders, she was now topless.

“Shorts.”

Gage moved into her view, standing beside Travis and crossing his arms across his chest as though he were settling in for a show and Kylie’s nerve chose that moment to falter. Fumbling with the button, she kept her face turned up toward them, still refusing to look away.

She could do this.

Finally, she managed to push the denim down over her hips, allowing it to pool at her feet. The only thing she had on were her sandals, which were keeping her from losing the shorts fully, and the black thong she’d specifically chosen for this outing.

Kylie smiled. It was a dare, and they both knew it, which caused another flood of desire to seep between her thighs.

“Lose the shoes and the shorts, but keep the panties on. For now.”

Somehow she managed not to stumble as she slid her feet from the sandals and then stepped out of her shorts as Travis instructed.

“Now what?” she asked, pushing them because she could feel the subtle vibration from Travis’ body even with several feet separating them. He was holding himself back from her, she could sense it.

Now was not the time to hold anything back.

“I have half a mind to bend you over my knee for that mouth of yours,” Travis whispered and the sudden vision assaulted her, making her thighs clench. He sounded serious, but that shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did.

“I think she likes that idea,” Gage added, his arms coming down to his sides as he stood to his full height.

In the last few weeks, Kylie had learned a lot about herself. More than she thought she ever would. It seemed as though blasé and mundane – which was what her life had been up to this point – had been replaced with enthusiasm and fascination.