Miss Me; When I'm Gone (editing)

CHAPTER 33 (Travis)

Travis

This will be short sorry.. I'll put the sexual scenes in **

If she bent over one more time and flashed that fgreckle at me, I was going to lose my mind. I had eaten my waffles and made it through her stirring the batter with no bra on under that tank top. That had been one hell of a pretty sight. But now she was cleaning up the kitchen, and she kept bending over.

I had offered to clean up, but she had pushed me out of the tiny corner and said she'd do it faster since she knew where everything was. So now I was being given a view of her ass and that freckle. My freckle. I loved that freckle.

Shit, I was horny. She had me so wound up, and I was trying so hard to be good. But I knew that ass felt in my hands and those sweet nipples tightened under my tongue. Groaning, I turned away from the prettiest sight id ever seen and walked over to sit on the sofa.

I sank down and had to adjust my damn dick. My jeans were suddenly too tight, and the zipper was going to leave a mark on it if I didn't get myself under control. I needed to think about something other than Blair's body. First boner killer I could think of; my mother. She would want to know where I'd gone. I needed to call her and explain. I had only called my stepdad. I hadn't explained myself to her. Which meant she was going to ask me a lot of questions. I was ready to tell her about Blair. I wanted to talk about her. My mom was probably the only person who would want to listen to me talk about her.

** sexual scenes below; read at you're own risk. You have been warned. **

"You okay?" Blair's voice broke into my thoughts, and I turned to see her walking my way. Those long legs and... Fuck, those tits were jiggling. She needed a bra. I needed her to wear a bra. The boner I'd deflated was back with a vengeance. Fuck me.

"I'm good," I assured her, and she came and sank down beside me, pulling her legs back and curling into my side. Soft flesh pressed against me, and I was throbbing. The cinnamon sweet smell met my nose, and I stretched out my legs in hopes of giving myself more room in these jeans.

"You don't look good. You're grimacing," she said, reaching up to cup my face. So damn sweet.

"I'm trying to be good, baby. But looking at you makes it hard," I admitted.

"Oh," she said softly. Almost a whisper. Then her eyes dropped to my lap, and she sucked in a breath.

There was no hiding the fact that I was hard as a rock. I hadn't dealt with this kind of shit since high school. I didn't get boners anymore unless I was about to get some. One look at Blair, though, and my cock stood at attention.

"It looks like its tight in there," she said, still whispering as if someone other than me could hear her.

"It is."

She took another quick breath, then reached down to touch my leg. I was really close to begging her to touch me. My brain was losing blood by the second, and it was all headed south.

"Will you take it and let me... I mean, can I touch it?"

Hell, yes!

My hands shot to my zipper and got it undone in record time, then I tugged my jeans down my hips enough that my cock sprang free. She was watching me so intently I swear I was about to explode from her just looking at it.

Her fingertips slowly traced the hard ridge through my briefs. I hadn't pulled those down. I wasn't sure she was actually ready to see it.

"Can you take it out?" She asked, her eyes looking up at me, then dropping back to my lap.

This girl was asking me like I would say no. my dick had decided more than a month ago that it only wanted to perform for her. She owned it as much as she owned me. I paused and watched her face to make sure she was ready for this before pulling my briefs back and letting her see what it was she was asking for. I really did not want her jumping up and running off to splash water on her face from the sight of my cock. The idea of scaring her this way would wreck me. Her hand moved as if in slow motion until one finer tip ran down the hard swollen head and the veins along the length. I couldn't breathe. Oxygen refused to go into my lungs.

"Tell me how to touch it," she said, running a finger back up toward the head.

She wanted me to fucking talk now? "Wrap..." I said, then gasped in some air. "Wrap your hand around it, and slide it up and down."

She did exactly as I said, and stars filled my vision. I had to blink several times to clear it. I stared down at her small hand around my dick, and I leaked fucking precum. She paused. Her eyes lifted to mine.

"You like this?" She asked, her breathing heavy. This was exciting her, fuck, her nipples were hard and poking through that thin top.

"You have no idea," I replied tightly.

She tightened her grasp when she slid up, and her eyes widened as the clear fluid appeared at the tip.

"Fuuuuuck," I groaned, and laid my head back on the sofa. I was in some sort of heaven, and I didn't want to come out of it. (pun unintended)

"Too tight?" She asked, innocently.

"God, baby, no. So good," I panted.

Her grip stayed tight, and she began moving up and down my dick with more vigor. My mouth fell open once, and I grabbed the arm of the sofa to hold on.

"Was that cum, or will you... Cum more?" She asked as the precum coated my dick under her grasp. She hadn't recoiled, but instead, shed used it for lubrication.

"You keep this up, and I'm going to.... Explode."

The little minx grinned. She was enjoying herself. Fuck me, but this was almost too much. I wanted to hold back and enjoy this longer. I wasn't going to scare the hell out of her and cum all over her hand. But making her let go so I could finish under my own hand didn't sound appealing. I turned my head to look at her, and that was the mistake. She had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, and with each move of her hand, her tits bounced. I was done.

"I'm gonna cum," I said, taking her hand off me.

"Wait, no," she said, reaching for me again.

"Baby, I'm gonna..."

The upward tug and the smell of her hit me at once. I cried out her name as I did exactly as I'd warned her. She kept moving her hand on me, and I kept on fucking cuming. Falling back against the sofa, I think I might have whimpered. I wasn't sure anymore. My brain was fuzzy, and my body was humming with a pleasure so intense I wasn't sure I'd walk again. Then her hand stopped moving, and I sucked in a deep breath.

"Holy shit, that was... Incredible," I said, staring down at her small hand covered in my release.

Just the sight of it had my dick stirring to life again. Dammit, she was turning me into an animal. I'd just had the best orgasm of my life from her hand.

"Let me clean you up," I said, tugging up my underwear and standing up to pull my jeans up on my hips.

"I'll get a wash cloth." I started, but she stood up, smiling.

"I'll go was it off," she assured me. Then she shoved me back down.

"You seem like you need a moment."

My girl had jokes. She laughed, and she threw a glace back and winked at me. She motherfucking winked at me.

** end of sexual scene **