“Fuck Parker. He doesn’t know you l

“Fuck Parker. He doesn’t know you like I do.”
“Trav, c’mon. Let’s get your clothes off and get you in
bed.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he chuckled.
“How much did you drink?” I asked, finally getting my
footing between his legs.
“Enough,” he smiled, pulling at the hem of my dress.
“You probably surpassed enough a gallon ago,” I said,
slapping his hand away. I planted my knee on the mattress
beside him, and pulled his shirt over his head. He reached
for me again and I grabbed his wrist, sniffing at the pungent
stench in the air. “God, Trav, you reek of Jack Daniels.”
“Jim Beam,” he corrected with a drunken nod.
“It smells like burnt wood and chemicals.”
“It tastes like it, too,” he laughed. I pulled open his belt
buckle and yanked it from the loops. He laughed with the
jerking motion, and then lifted his head to look at me.
“Better guard your virginity, Pidge. You know I like it rough.”
“Shut up,” I said, unbuttoning his jeans, slipping them
down over his hips, and then off his legs. I threw the denim
to the floor and stood with my hands on my hips, breathing
hard. His legs were hanging off the end of the bed, his eyes
closed, and his breathing deep and heavy. He had passed
out.
I took a deep breath and walked over the closet,
shaking my head as I rifled through our clothes. I unzipped
my dress and shoved it down over my hips, letting it fall to
my ankles. Kicking it into the corner, I pulled my ponytail
holder from my hair, shaking my hair out.
The closet was bursting with his clothes and mine, and I
puffed, blowing my hair from my face as I searched through
the mess for a t-shirt. As I pulled one off the hanger, Travis
slammed into my back, wrapping his arms around my
waist.
“You scared the shit outta me!” I complained.
He ran his hands over my skin. I noticed they felt
different; slow and deliberate. I closed my eyes when he
pulled me against him and buried his face in my hair,
nuzzling my neck. Feeling his bare skin against mine, it
took me a moment to protest.
“Travis…,”
He pulled my hair to one side and grazed his lips along
my back from one shoulder to the other, unsnapping the
clasp of my bra. He kissed the bare skin at the base of my
neck and I closed my eyes, the warm softness of his mouth
felt too good to make him stop. A quiet moan escaped
from his throat when he pressed his pelvis against mine,
and I could feel how much he wanted me through his
boxers. I held my breath, knowing the only thing keeping us
from that big step I was so opposed to a few moments
before was two thin pieces of fabric.
Travis turned me to face him, and then pressed against
me, leaning my back against the wall. Our eyes met, and I
could see the ache in his expression as he scanned the
bare pieces of my skin. I had seen him peruse women
before, but this was different. He didn’t want to conquer me;
he wanted me to say yes.
He leaned in to kiss me, stopping just an inch away. I
could feel the heat from his skin radiating against my lips,
and I had to stop myself from drawing him in the rest of the
way. His fingers were digging into my skin as he
deliberated, and then his hands slid from my back to the
hem of my panties. His index fingers slid down my hips, in
between my skin and the lacey fabric, and in the same
moment that he was about to slip the delicate threads down
my legs, he hesitated. Just when I opened my mouth to say
yes, he clenched his eyes shut.

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“Fuck Parker. He doesn’t know you like I do.”“Trav, c’mon. Let’s get your clothes off and get you inbed.”“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he chuckled.“How much did you drink?” I asked, finally getting myfooting between his legs.“Enough,” he smiled, pulling at the hem of my dress.“You probably surpassed enough a gallon ago,” I said,slapping his hand away. I planted my knee on the mattressbeside him, and pulled his shirt over his head. He reachedfor me again and I grabbed his wrist, sniffing at the pungentstench in the air. “God, Trav, you reek of Jack Daniels.”“Jim Beam,” he corrected with a drunken nod.“It smells like burnt wood and chemicals.”“It tastes like it, too,” he laughed. I pulled open his beltbuckle and yanked it from the loops. He laughed with thejerking motion, and then lifted his head to look at me.“Better guard your virginity, Pidge. You know I like it rough.”“Shut up,” I said, unbuttoning his jeans, slipping themdown over his hips, and then off his legs. I threw the denimto the floor and stood with my hands on my hips, breathinghard. His legs were hanging off the end of the bed, his eyesclosed, and his breathing deep and heavy. He had passedout.I took a deep breath and walked over the closet,shaking my head as I rifled through our clothes. I unzippedmy dress and shoved it down over my hips, letting it fall topergelangan kaki saya. Menendang ke sudut, aku menarik saya ekor kudapemegang dari rambut saya, penggojogan rambut saya.Lemari penuh dengan pakaian dan saya, dan sayasombong, meniup rambut saya dari wajahku saat aku mencari melaluikekacauan untuk t-shirt. Seperti yang saya menarik satu dari gantungan, Travismembanting ke belakang, membungkus lengannya di sekitar sayapinggang."Anda takut kotoran outta me!" Aku mengeluh.Ia berlari tangannya atas kulit saya. Aku melihat mereka merasaberbeda; lambat dan disengaja. Saya menutup mata saya ketika diamenarikku melawan dia dan membenamkan wajahnya dalam rambut saya,nuzzling leher saya. Perasaan kulitnya telanjang terhadap saya, ituAku butuh waktu untuk protes."Travis..."Dia menarik rambut saya ke satu sisi dan menyerempet bibirnya sepanjangsaya kembali dari bahu satu ke yang lain, selektif unsnappinggesper bra saya. Ia mencium kulit terbuka di dasar sayaleher dan aku memejamkan mata, kelembutan hangat mulutnyamerasa terlalu baik untuk membuatnya berhenti. Erangan tenang melarikan diridari tenggorokannya ketika ia ditekan nya panggul terhadap saya,dan aku bisa merasakan betapa ia menginginkan saya melaluipetinju. Aku menahan napas, mengetahui satu-satunya hal yang membuat kitadari langkah besar bahwa aku begitu menentang beberapa saatsebelum adalah dua lembar kain tipis.Travis berubah saya menghadapi dia, dan kemudian ditekan terhadapsaya, condong saya kembali ke dinding. Mata kami bertemu, danbisa melihat sakit dalam ekspresi seperti yang ia dipindaitelanjang potongan kulit saya. Aku pernah melihat dia membaca dengan teliti wanitasebelumnya, tapi ini berbeda. Dia tidak mau menaklukkan saya;Dia ingin aku untuk mengatakan ya.Dia membungkuk untuk menciumku, berhenti hanya satu inci jauhnya. Sayabisa merasakan panas dari kulit nya memancar terhadap bibir saya,dan aku harus menahan diri dari menggambar dia di seluruhcara. Jari yang menggali ke dalam kulit sebagai diadibahas, dan kemudian tangan meluncur dari saya kembali keHEM saya celana dalam. Indeks jari meluncur turun pinggul, diantara kulit dan kain lacey, dan yang samasaat ia hendak tergelincir benang halus turunkaki saya, dia ragu-ragu. Hanya ketika aku membuka mulut untuk mengatakanYa, dia mengepalkan dengan mata tertutup.

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"Persetan Parker. Dia tidak tahu Anda seperti yang saya lakukan.
"" Trav, c'mon. Mari kita mendapatkan pakaian Anda dari dan Anda di
tempat tidur.
"" Itulah apa yang saya bicarakan, "ia
tertawa." Berapa banyak yang Anda minum? "Tanya saya, akhirnya mendapatkan saya
pijakan antara
kakinya." Cukup, "ia tersenyum, menarik-narik ujung baju saya.
"Anda mungkin cukup melampaui per galon lalu," kataku,
menampar tangannya. Aku menanam lutut saya di kasur
di sampingnya, dan menarik bajunya di atas kepalanya. Ia mencapai
bagi saya lagi dan saya meraih pergelangan tangannya, mengendus di menyengat
bau di udara. "Tuhan, Trav, Anda berbau Jack Daniels."
"Jim Beam," ia mengoreksi dengan anggukan mabuk.
"Baunya seperti kayu terbakar dan bahan kimia."
"Rasanya seperti itu juga," katanya sambil tertawa. Aku menarik terbuka sabuk
gesper dan menariknya dari loop. Dia tertawa dengan
gerakan menyentak, dan kemudian mengangkat kepalanya untuk melihat saya.
"Lebih baik menjaga keperawanan Anda, Pidge. Kau tahu aku suka kasar.
"" Diam, "kataku, membuka kancing celana jins, tergelincir mereka
ke bawah pinggulnya, dan kemudian dari kakinya. Aku melemparkan denim
ke lantai dan berdiri dengan tangan di pinggul saya, bernapas
keras. Kakinya menggantung akhir tempat tidur, matanya
tertutup, dan napasnya yang dalam dan berat. Dia telah berlalu
keluar.
Aku mengambil napas dalam-dalam dan berjalan lemari,
menggelengkan kepala saya seperti yang saya mengobrak-abrik pakaian kami. Aku membuka ritsleting
pakaian saya dan memasukkannya ke bawah pinggul saya, membiarkannya jatuh ke
pergelangan kaki saya. Menendang ke sudut, aku menarik ekor kuda saya
pemegang dari rambut saya, gemetar rambut saya.
Lemari itu penuh dengan pakaian dan tambang, dan aku
sombong, meniup rambut saya dari wajah saya ketika saya mencari melalui
kekacauan untuk t a kemeja. Saat aku menarik salah satu dari gantungan, Travis
membanting ke belakang, membungkus lengannya di saya
pinggang.
"Kamu takut kotoran keluar dari saya!" Aku mengeluh.
Dia berlari tangannya di atas kulit saya. Aku melihat mereka merasa
berbeda; lambat dan disengaja. Aku memejamkan mata ketika ia
menarik saya terhadap dia dan membenamkan wajahnya di rambut saya,
nuzzling leher saya. Merasa kulit telanjang melawan saya, itu
membawa saya waktu sejenak untuk memprotes.
"Travis ...,"
Dia menarik rambut saya ke satu sisi dan menyerempet bibirnya bersama
kembali saya dari satu bahu ke yang lain, unsnapping yang
gesper bra saya. Dia mencium kulit telanjang di dasar saya
leher dan aku menutup mata, kelembutan hangat mulutnya
terasa terlalu bagus untuk membuatnya berhenti. Erangan tenang melarikan diri
dari tenggorokannya ketika ia ditekan panggul melawan saya,
dan saya bisa merasakan betapa dia ingin saya melalui nya
petinju. Aku menahan napas, mengetahui satu-satunya hal yang menjaga kita
dari langkah besar saya sangat menentang beberapa saat
sebelum itu dua potong tipis kain.
Travis berubah saya untuk menghadapinya, dan kemudian menekan
saya, bersandar ke dinding . Mata kami bertemu, dan aku
bisa melihat sakit di ekspresinya saat ia mengamati
potongan telanjang kulit saya. Saya telah melihat dia membaca dengan teliti wanita
sebelumnya, tapi ini berbeda. Dia tidak ingin menaklukkan saya,
dia ingin aku mengatakan ya.
Dia membungkuk untuk menciumku, berhenti hanya satu inci. Aku
bisa merasakan panas dari kulitnya memancar bibir saya,
dan saya harus menahan diri dari menggambar dia di sisa
perjalanan. Jari-jarinya menggali ke dalam kulit saya sebagai dia
dibahas, dan kemudian tangannya meluncur dari belakang saya ke
ujung celana saya. Jari telunjuknya meluncur turun pinggulku, di
antara kulit dan kain lacey, dan dalam yang sama
saat itu ia hendak menyelinap benang halus bawah
kaki saya, dia ragu-ragu. Hanya ketika saya membuka mulut untuk mengatakan
ya, ia mengepalkan matanya ditutup.