Trigger: An Alpha Bad Boy MMA Romance (10 page)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Roxy

Jesus, what was I thinking?

Well, as I pressed my lips hotly against Travis’ mouth, and writhed in his lap, I knew
exactly
what I was thinking. I was thinking of how long it had been since I’d felt another man’s touch – and how much I’d missed Travis’ lean, hard body.

But I also knew this wasn’t smart.

This handsome bastard walked out on my life four years ago – and we both knew he was poised to do it again just as soon as Walt’s hands had mended.

All I was doing was setting myself up for heartache again.

But at this point? I couldn’t stop myself.

“Oh,
fuck
,” Travis pulled his mouth away from mine, and gasped hotly into my ear. “I’ve missed you, Roxy.”

I clawed at his broad, bare back and planted kisses on his throat.

“I’ve missed you too, you asshole,” I growled. “Now take me into the bedroom – before I come to my senses.”

Travis didn’t disappoint.

With a grunt, he hefted me up into his arms, and rose to his feet like hauling me weighed nothing. Then he kissed me again, like I was a bride draped in his arms, before staggering across the hallway and through the bedroom door.

In other circumstances, it might have been romantic – him carrying my ‘across the threshold.’ But as we kissed each other roughly, and he threw me into the creaking old bed, it was clear romance was the furthest thing from both our minds.

I landed on the old queen-sized bed with a giggle, and the springs creaked in protest. Then I looked up, to see Travis looming above me.

He looked magnificent, with his shirtless torso ripped and muscled, and the front of his jeans bulging out.

I reached up to help him with that, but Travis wasn’t having any of it.

“Lie down,” he demanded, and batted my hands aside.

And then he was on top of me, crushing me to the bed and kissing me furiously. His hands roamed up and down my body – squeezing my curves through my tank-top and jeans.

I could feel his hard-on through his jeans, grinding against my hip.

“Oh, God,” I clawed at Travis’ back. “I
need
it.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to wait,” Travis snarled back – and then he pulled his mouth away from mine, and lifted himself to his knees.

I lay gasping on the bed as he towered over me.

His long, lean arms reached down, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. The buttons popped open effortlessly.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, as Travis wrenched my jeans down – pulling my panties down with them.

He yanked the tight denim over the curves of my hips, and my thick thighs – and them a moment later he was tossing my pants over his shoulder, and I felt the cool air on my legs.

I was bare from the waist down – naked except for my tank top and bra.

God, it was thrilling.

Back in the day, it seemed like we’d spent half our time together naked. But it had been four years since Travis had seen my like this; and I could see his eyes widen as he drank in my tanned, curvy body.

And then me pounced on me.

“Oh, God,
Travis
,” I gasped, as his strong fingers dug into my thighs, and spread my legs.

He wrenched my knees apart, and a moment later plunged his head between my legs; breathing in the musky scent of my heat and wetness.

For a moment, like any girl, I cringed in self-consciousness. But that was before I felt Travis’ hot breath between my legs; and then his warm, rough tongue slather between the lips of my pussy.

“Fuuuuck!” My back arched, as Travis feasted on my eager cunt. It had been
years
since I’d experienced lips and tongue between my legs; and I shuddered at the delicious sensation.

“Oh, Roxy,” Travis’ voice was muffled, as he kissed and licked between my thighs. “You taste just as good as I remember.”

And then his tongue swirled around my clitoris, and I practically passed out from the intensity of it all.

“Mmmmgh,” Travis moaned, as he sucked and licked on my throbbing clitoris. “Mmmmph!” I gushed into his mouth, and he just feasted more intently. “Mmmph!”

Jesus. I was writhing on the bed now, staring up at the ceiling as my whole body sung in twisted pleasure.

God, Travis’ firm fingers. His hot breath. The way he licked and kissed my pussy – remembering just how I liked it from all those years ago.

This was almost all too much.

We’d been apart so long, but he still played my body like a musical instrument.

“Oh, God,” I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like it had been just seconds since he’d started kissing me down there – but already I was feeling a tidal-wave of a pleasure rolling across me. “Oh, God, Travis…. That feels… That feels…”

I never got to finish that sentence. As Travis continued to relentlessly devour me, my whole body shuddered uncontrollably.

A wave of pure pleasure suddenly struck me – crashing across my body like a tsunami.

I arched my back as I climaxed – eyes rolling upwards, and body shuddering in pleasure.

And Travis didn’t stop licking, or sucking… He continued to devour me relentlessly, until a second detonation of pleasure washed over me, and then a third…

“Oh God,” I gasped, as he threatened to continue. “T-too much, baby…. Too much….”

And then Travis lifted his mouth from between my legs, and I flopped to the covers panting, and gasping.

God, my whole body was limp and tingling. I hadn’t experienced a climax like that since… since…

Well, not since Travis had left, all those years ago. That was for damn sure.

And then, as I lay there, I watched Travis clamber to his knees.

I was too limp and weak to move, so I just watched as he unbuckled his belt and wrenched open his jeans.

Sproing! Freed from the confines of his Levis, Travis’ big, beautiful cock bounced free – long, and thick, and just as I remembered it from all those years ago.

Unbelievably, my greedy pussy throbbed again, and I spread my legs in eager anticipation.

Fortunately, I didn’t have long to wait.

Travis kicked off his jeans, and then – magnificently naked – he clambered onto the bed and between my outstretched thighs.

I was dripping wet already, but I practically gushed the moment I felt the soft skin of his hard cock graze my inner thighs.

Travis gripped the root of his big cock, and maneuvered it into position. I shuddered as I felt the swollen head nuzzle between the lips of my still-trembling pussy.

And then my handsome former lover looked down at me, deep into my eyes.

And his thrust.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” I groaned, eyes widening, as I felt Travis sink inside me.

Inch after delicious inch, stretching and filling me like I hadn’t been in years.

And all the while, he stared into my eyes, and I stared back.

“Jesus, that feels
so
good,” Travis groaned, as his thick cock finally bottomed out inside of me.

His muscular hips were pressed against mine. Each movement ground his pelvis against my clitoris. I shuddered at the sensation.

And then, staring into my eyes, Travis started to thrust.

The bed springs creaked. My heart pulsed. My pussy throbbed at the sensation of Travis’ big, hard dick sliding in and out of me.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Travis groaned, staring into my eyes.

I turned my head. I didn’t want to hear that right now. I didn’t want to have to deal with it.

I just wanted to feel his beautiful muscular body on mine, and feel that thick, throbbing cock sliding in and out of me.

Already, I was nearing orgasm again – and from the speed of Travis’ thrusts, and the heat of his breath on my neck, I knew he was too.

“Cum for me, baby,” I groaned, curling my legs around his hips, and clawing at his broad back. “Please… cum for me.”

And then he was kissing me – his mouth hot, and wet, and eager against mine.

I squeezed shut my eyes and kissed Travis back. The surge of pleasure was building between my legs, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before…

Before…

“Oh, God, Roxy,” Travis pulled his mouth away. “I can’t…. I can’t hold it any longer…”

And finally I found the courage to look into his eyes.

As Travis hung above me, thrusting deep inside, I stared into his blue eyes, and reached up to stroke his cheek.

“Then don’t hold it any longer,” I murmured. “Cum for me.”

And he did.

With a shuddering groan, Travis thrust as deep inside me as he could, and I felt his cock throb, and swell, and pulse.

He groaned, as he exploded deep within me.

And the truth be told? The sensation of Travis’ warm, hot load filling me was all it took to tip me over the edge, too.

As Travis emptied himself inside of me, I came loudly and hotly, clinging to him like he was a rock in the midst of a storm.

The moment seemed to last forever – our two bodies joined as one. And then suddenly it was over, and we both came crashing back to reality.

Travis flopped across my chest, utterly spent. And I just lay shuddering beneath him, still joined wetly at the crotch.

I stroked Travis’ head, and kissed his cheek gently.

“Four years is a hell of a long time to wait, baby,” I murmured, feeling him grow softer inside of me. “But it was worth it.”

And then I curled my arms around his shoulders, and promised myself I’d cling to this moment for as long as I could.

Chapter Twenty Nine

Travis

If it’s a groupie, or a one-night stand, or a friend-with-benefits, the moments after sex can be super awkward.

But it was never that way with Roxy. Not even after four years.

After our intense, passionate encounter, she curled her arms around my shoulders and clung to me, as we both lay there. And then, finally, she was the one to roll me aside and growl: “It’s nearly 3am. You should get home to your dad.”

I laughed, and rolled off her.

God, it was amazing seeing Roxy again.
Feeling
her again.

As I looked across the bed at her nearly-naked figure, I was suddenly struck by how much I’d missed her. Missed
this
.

She looked beautiful, with her tanned, naked curves and her black hair all mussed up and sexy.

I couldn’t believe I’d ever walked away from that.

“I’m serious,” Roxy repeated, groaning as she sat up on the bed. “You should get back to your dad. He can’t even take a whizz by himself right now.”

That wasn’t strictly true – Walt had at least managed to overcome that challenge – but it wasn’t cool to leave an old man with bang-up hands on his own all night.

Reluctantly, I sat up and reached for my jeans.

“So… Now what?” I asked, as I watched Roxy clamber off the bed herself.

In just her tank top – with her delicious, bare ass gyrating as she walked – Roxy crossed the room to the bedside table and grabbed a handful of tissues. She wiped between her legs – where I was still leaking hotly out of her.

“I dunno,” the beautiful martial artist explained, as she looked around for her own pants. With her flushed face and bright eyes, I could tell she’d enjoyed the sex as much as I had – but there was still a sincerity to her voice when she admitted: “Maybe we shouldn’t have done that.”

I clambered off the bed and pulled up my pants. As I tightened my belt, I crossed the room and swept my old girlfriend up into my arms.

Her lips were soft and hot against mine.

“Why shouldn’t we?” I demanded, brushing a waft of hair from her eye. “You’re single. I’m single. What’s the big deal?”

Roxy looked up at me, her blue eyes glistening.

“Because of how it makes me feel,” she admitted. Sniffing, Roxy confessed: “Now I’ve got all sorts of feelings churnin’ around that, frankly, I thought I was done with.”

I looked down at her, and realized that maybe I felt the same way.

I kissed her again.

“So what now?”

Pulling from my arms, Roxy reached for her panties and jeans.

“I dunno,” she shrugged, as she stepped into her panties. “I mean are we… like…?” She snorted bitterly. “
Dating
again, or something?”

I shrugged, which was probably not the answer Roxy wanted.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “All I do know is this: Out of everything that’s happened to me over the past few weeks, this was the
only
thing that felt right to me.”

Roxy looked up at me. She was adorable, standing there in her panties and tank top. Part of me wanted to throw her on the bed and give her a second round of lovin’, right then and there.

But I didn’t – because she countered with a warning:

“You said it
felt
right, Travis,” Roxy warned. “But if you want to make this work, you’ve got to
do
right.”

And I knew that would be a tough challenge to live up to.