"You." He crawls over to me, his cock ready for me. "Will take my cock." He slaps my clit with his cock, then rubs it up and down my slit. He slips the tip in. "How I give it to you," he says right before slamming into me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and he pulls out and slams back into me. I feel so full. "You can do it harder," I egg him on, knowing that he always gave it to me the way I wanted it. I tilt my hips back to get him even deeper, and his balls slap against my ass over and over again. He fucks me like he’s never fucked me before, every thrust is harder than the last one, and I love every second of it. My fingers strum my clit, and when I’m about to come, he can feel it because he pulls out of me completely and buries his face in my pussy, sliding his tongue in a couple of times before slamming his cock back in. "I need," I say, and the only sound in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together. His hips thrust in and out, and he bends to bite my nipple, and it’s the push I needed to go over the edge. "I’m coming." I try to close my legs to make him stay put, but he just keeps slamming into me over and over again. I think I’m at the end of it when he pulls out and turns me over to my stomach. He grabs me by the hips and slams into me, and I come again, and this time so does he. He roars out my name as he comes into the condom. He collapses on top of me, and my eyes close. "That," I say when I feel his head touch the pillow next to me. I turn my head to see him with his head turned and his eyes closed.
He opens them, and I have never seen his eyes so clear before. "That was out of this fucking world," he says, slipping out of me and going to his back. He closes his eyes and puts one hand on his chest.
My pussy cries for him to come back. "I mean, it was good," I joke with him, and he opens one eye to look at me. "I think we can do better."
"Is that so?" He smirks at me, and I get on my knees.
"Only way to find out is to do it again," I say, and he pulls me to him.
"I see us doing that," he says, pushing the hair away from my face. "A lot more."
"Oh, really?" I say before his mouth is on mine.
"I’m going to start upstairs," I hear a woman’s voice say. "And then come and help you guys down here."
My eyes flutter open, thinking that I was just dreaming I heard voices. But when I hear someone gasp, I know it’s not a dream. "Oh my fucking God." I don’t move because I’m not sure if I’m covered or not. I don’t even know how long I’ve been sleeping, every single time I closed my eyes, we would snuggle up, and his dick would end up inside me. The last time, I collapsed on my stomach and fell asleep when he was going to get rid of the condom. My mouth feels like I have swallowed sand on the beach.
I look over my shoulder, and my eyes meet Shelby, who just stares with her mouth open and her hand moving to cover said mouth. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs has Travis opening his eyes. I watch Clarabella and Presley come to the top of the stairs and halt in their steps behind Shelby. Both of them have the same expression on their faces that Shelby has. Just Clarabella smirks at me and rolls her lips to stop from laughing out.
"Jesus Christ, Shelby," Travis hisses out from beside me. "What are you doing here?" He sits up now, and the sheet that was on his chest falls to his lap.
"What am I doing here?" she asks, shocked.
"Can the floor swallow me?" I’m shocked when I hear the words out loud. I thought I was thinking it instead of saying it. I look around to see if they heard me say what I just did.
"Someone swallowed someone last night," Presley says, folding her arms over her chest. I groan out and grab the cover and try to bring it over my head.
"Okay, all of you need to go downstairs, and we’ll meet you there."
"I’ll make coffee," Clarabella says, turning and going down the stairs.
"I’m going to go help her and discuss what we just saw." Presley steps down one step. "Come on, Shelby." She pulls Shelby beside her.
"Oh my God," I grumble, and if I didn’t want to die before, I definitely want to die now. "This is so embarrassing,” I say, getting up and holding the sheet to my chest as I get out of the bed. Panic is running through me as I look back at Travis, who is now naked, and his cock is up.
I hold up my hand to stop my eyes from looking at it. "It’s a little too late for modesty." Travis gets out of bed. "You sat on my face less than two hours ago."
"That was different," I hiss whisper at him, but the openness of the room makes my voice carry.
"It was still you naked," he points out, walking to the door and then thinking about walking out onto the balcony, and I shout his name.
"Cover yourself. It’s light out," I hiss at him, and he grabs a towel that we used when we got out of the tub sometime during the night. "And get my dress." I point at the door.
"Well, there goes morning sex," he says, wrapping the towel around his hips at the same time the phone in my purse starts to ring.
Chapter 15
Travis
I put my hand on the doorknob to go outside when a phone starts ringing from downstairs. "That’s my phone," she says, clinging to the sheet in front of her.
"Can someone bring up the phone?" I shout down the steps and then go to walk outside. The sun makes me squint as I grab our clothes and walk back inside.
"Here," Clarabella says, handing Harlow her purse.
"Thank you," she mumbles and doesn’t even make eye contact with her. The phone stops ringing. I smile at Clarabella as she turns and walks back down the stairs. "Can this be any worse?"
I laugh. "It could have been my mother," I say, and she glares at me, and I laugh. "We are two consenting adults who can do what we want." I try to smooth it over with her. The last thing I wanted was to wake up with my sisters barging in. Not after the night I just had. The best night of my life, and of course, it would make sense that it was with Harlow.
The phone rings again from her purse, and she opens it and looks at me. "It’s Rachel." She closes her eyes and puts her head back. "Hello." She puts the phone to her ear. "Yeah, yeah, I’m fine," she says, looking at me. "Brunch sounds like a plan. I’ll be ready in about an hour." I don’t know what Rachel says, but two minutes later, she hangs up. "I need to get back to the hotel." She grabs her dress from my hand. "Where are my panties?"
"Outside on the front porch.” I hear Presley from downstairs. "We thought it was a joke."
"Well, the joke's on all of you," Harlow says and laughs as she stands up. "I’m guessing you aren’t going to turn around."
"You would be right," I say, getting up, and I hate that she is shy in front of me this morning. "But I will," I say, turning and dropping the towel from my waist as I put on my boxers. I hear the zipper from her dress at the same time as I zip up my own pants.
"How do I look?" she asks, and I turn around, and I can’t help but smile.
"Beautiful," I say softly, and then my eyes go to her neck, and I put my hand to my mouth. "Your neck," I say, and she walks over to the bathroom, and she looks in the mirror.
"Did you give me a hickey?" she shrieks out. "What is wrong with you?" Her head comes out from the bathroom.
"It’s not my fault." I hold up my hands. "I think it’s when you were sitting on." She walks out of the bathroom and holds up her hand.
"I don’t need a replay. I was there," she retorts, and I walk over to her and take her in my arms. She comes reluctantly. "This is crazy."
"Is it?" I ask her softly, and she doesn’t answer. All she does is look up at me, and I bend to kiss her lips.
"I have to go," she says. "Rachel is going to be waiting for me."
I nod my head at her and slip my fingers in hers as we walk down the stairs. My chest hurts, thinking she is going to leave any minute. "Well, well, well, if that isn’t the walk of shame," Presley says from the stool in the kitchen. "I don’t know what is."
"There is no shame," I say, and Harlow untangles her fingers from mine.
"Can one of you drive me to the hotel?" she asks them. "Or point me in the direction, and I can Uber there."