Fix Her Up (Hot & Hammered #1)(72)

Beating back the reluctance, Travis took his tongue away and found the condom he’d left beside the couch. He quickly covered himself in stretched latex and prowled up her body, quieting her requests to hurry with a hard kiss. “Next time, I’ll let you come all over my mouth, baby girl,” he said, words muffled by her lips. “I’ll lick it up like ice cream. But this first time you’re going to go off while I’m sunk so deep in that pussy it never forgets who broke it in.”

He didn’t mean to give such a vicious first thrust, but there was no help for it. No option to go slow when his dominant position above Georgie turned her flushed and panting. A corresponding part of Travis recognized what she wanted—needed—and his body gave it in no uncertain terms. That first drive of his cock drew a scream from her throat, but it wasn’t made up entirely of pain. It was relief. He could actually feel her relief at being filled. Knowing Georgie had lived with an unfilled need made him wild to fill it. To blow those expectations out of the water.

“Again,” she whispered into his shoulder, her eyes unfocused. “Don’t stop.”

Travis reared back and bucked, the possessive streak she’d brought to his life buzzing and snapping to run free. “Look at me while I’m teaching you how to fuck.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, shifting underneath him, making him grind his teeth. “Please.”

I want to own her. Make her say his name in that breathless way until he heard it in his sleep. It was an urge that rippled through Travis’s muscles, rife with hunger so thick he couldn’t saw through it. He’d just taken her virginity, and the responsibility of that made him want more. More. She felt better than anything he could ever imagine on his own. Hot and tight and needy, but her eyes looked up at him . . . and knew him. Nothing better in the fucking world. God, there was nothing that compared.

When Georgie made a choked sound, Travis realized his hips were bearing down hard, circling, grinding into her pussy. Making his mark. Her eyes left his, ticking down to where their bodies joined, and she bit her lip, some of the fever clearing from her expression. Here was proof that Georgie had gotten under his skin—into his head—because he could sense her thoughts changing direction.

“Hey.” He dropped forward and captured her mouth in a seeking kiss. “Talk.”

She shook her head, her words emerging choppy. “No, it feels so good . . .”

Another kiss. Another longer one with tongue. “And?”

Travis reversed the circle of his hips and a shudder passed through her. “I guess . . . I’m worried about whether it’s feeling this good for you, too.”

This girl who’d shown up and shouted him back into existence, brought him leftovers and bravely poked his sore spots? He had her number. She was a giver in all things. Right now, he had to convince her to take. He needed to be the giver. For her. Just . . . her. “I’ve never had my head in this before, Georgie. I’m usually a million miles away.” Heart rapping against his ribs, he skated his open lips over her temple. “I’m right here. I can feel every fucking squeeze of your pussy and breath out of your mouth. Feels so good, I’m already trying to figure out how to get back inside you again. You’re worried it doesn’t feel good? I’m trying not to bust too early like a chump.”

If eyes could actually take the shape of hearts, Georgie’s probably would have in that moment. Her palms cupped his face and he leaned into her, letting her sigh wash over his face. “Really?”

“Yes. Christ, the things I’m going to do to you . . .” He pressed his face into the crook of her neck and pumped his hips harder, groaning over the perfect give of soft, wet flesh between Georgie’s thighs. “No more worrying about me. When I do something you love, tell me.”

Her fingernails grazed his back lightly on the way down to his ass, which she gripped hesitantly, then with more confidence. “I love when you teach me.”

Travis held his breath as heat threatened to erupt from his balls. Fuck. Fuck. He hadn’t beat off enough thinking about Georgie lately to last even a good half hour? Fight it back. Make it perfect for her. “You’re not hurting?”

One breath against his neck. Two. “I don’t mind it. I think I . . . like it.”

Travis’s hips were rolling harder and harder of their own volition at this point, his hunger strengthening with every smack of flesh, every whimper from Georgie. Jesus, she was sweet between the legs, so snug and hot. He’d never wanted this bad. Never felt wanted this much. A tightening started at the back of his neck and continued down his spine, curling at the base. Get her there. “You want me to teach you how to get off with my cock?”

Her eyelids fluttered, the muscles of her pussy contracting. “Yes.”

He nipped at her mouth. “Use your fingers. Go find that little clit I licked so right.” Breath coming faster, Georgie did as he asked, fingers wedging in between their hips, farther and farther until she gasped. “Good girl. Use your fingers to keep it from hiding. We want my cock to rub it all over, don’t we?”

Georgie’s nod was vigorous, her legs restless on either side of his body. “Yes, please. Rubbing.”

Travis slid his forearm beneath Georgie’s neck to anchor himself, loosely locking their lips together. “Tell me when I’m hitting it good, baby girl,” he rasped, flicking their tongues together. “You want to learn, you open your thighs and let your man grind. Let me swell that pretty clit up good.”