Billionaire Undone ~ Travis (Billionaire’s Obsession #5)(38)
Author: J.S. Scott

“Ally, what the f**k are you doing?” Travis’s voice was hoarse and deeply aroused.

“I’m…exploring,” she told him, giving his own words back to him. “I want to know what you like. Tell me what you like.” She parted the material of his shirt and traced her tongue over the majestic phoenix on his chest. He’d told her why and how he’d gotten it, that it symbolized his dedication to weather the storm of the controversy after the death of his parents. “You’re so strong, Travis.”

She bit one of his ni**les and then soothed it with her tongue. His body tensed, but he didn’t move, didn’t fight. She repeated the action on the other one, and then trailed her tongue down his ripped abdomen, moaning at the feel of his skin as her fingers trailed down the same path. Her nimble fingers undid his belt, flipped open the button of his pants and lowered the zipper. She yanked on his black boxer briefs, liberating his cock, which almost looked like it was twitching anxiously and fully erect. She wrapped her fingers around the engorged member and sighed as she looked at him, his head tipped back, the corded muscles in his neck straining. “God, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen. And you’re mine, Travis.” She squeezed his c**k lightly. “This is mine.” She’d already figured out that he liked her claiming him.

“Jesus, Ally. If you don’t stop touching me, I’ll explode,” Travis rasped, his head snapping up to look down at her.

Their eyes met in clash of wills, but Ally was determined to win this time. “That’s the whole idea, big guy.” She licked her lips hungrily. “I want my breakfast. And I want to taste you until you lose your mind.”

“Already there,” he answered darkly.

“Not yet. But you will be. I’ve wanted this since the first time you kissed me. It’s one of my fantasies. And I’m in charge right now.” She knew she really wasn’t, that he was letting her do this, but it didn’t matter.

“My fantasy, too,” Travis growled.

Ally wanted to ask him why he’d never let her do it, but she already knew the answer. Travis was totally unselfish when it came to giving her pleasure. What he didn’t realize was that it pleased her to give him that same ecstasy.

Lowering her mouth to him, Ally twirled her tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, lapping up a drop of salty moisture dotting the tip, sucking it off leisurely.

“You’re going to kill me,” Travis groaned, threading his hands through her hair, causing her hair clip to drop to the floor.

She let the tip of his c**k pop out of her mouth. “Do you like that?” she asked innocently, mimicking what he’d done to her just a few nights ago.

“Fuck, yeah. I just don’t understand any of this,” he panted.

“You don’t need to. Just…feel.” Ally wrapped her lips around his c**k and took him deeply into her mouth, letting her throat relax. Travis was built big, but she took him as far as she possibly could, tightening her lips around the shaft as she let him slide in and out.

“Christ. I’m dying,” Travis grunted as he fisted her hair, his hips pumping.

Ally savored every groan that came out of Travis’s mouth as she gently fingered his balls, trying to take his c**k even deeper into her mouth. She slowly increased her speed, Travis becoming more demanding as his hips jerked up to meet her mouth.

Ally didn’t stop as she tilted her eyes up, watching Travis as he watched her, as though riveted to the sight of her sucking him off.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Ally,” Travis told her in a guttural tone.

And he did, his c**k spilling his warm release into the back of her throat as his body bucked and he groaned her name over and over. Ally kept her mouth on him, savoring every drop of his pleasure, her tongue toying with the head of his c**k until he slumped in the chair, obviously sated.

She gently tucked him back into his briefs and put his clothing back together. His eyes were still closed when she moved to the back of the chair and released the knot on the tie.

“Why?” Travis asked in a confused voice.

“Because I wanted to,” she replied sweetly. She bent and picked up her hair clip from the floor.

“Jesus. What are you wearing?” Travis exploded.

Ally smiled at him. “One of the dresses you bought me. I didn’t have any matching lingerie, so I bought my own.” She knew he’d seen the sexy panties and the top of her garters. She’d done it on purpose. Lifting the hem of the dress, she gave him a peek at the white ensemble underneath. “Isn’t it sweet?” It was fairly modest, white with little pink bows.

Travis gaped at her as she let the hem float back down and arranged her hair again in a small decorative mirror on the wall.

Sashaying to the door, she tossed the tie across the room and Travis’s quick reflexes caught it in mid-air.

“For the next time I’m naughty.” She unlocked and opened the door, looking back at him as she swung it open. “Enjoy your coffee, Mr. Harrison. But just for the record, I’m still not getting your coffee every day. Today was special.”

She walked out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her. Her heart was still hammering, her knees weak, knowing what she’d just done had been a risk. But she’d already decided that a life without some risk wasn’t worth living. With risk came hope. And she’d keep her hopes alive for Travis until all her belief in him was gone, until there was no chance for them. He was worth it. He’d lived in darkness for way too long, and he needed to conquer his demons or let them destroy his life. He’d been there when she needed someone to believe in her, and she wanted to do the same for him. Because, truth was, she trusted him more than any other person on earth. Now he just needed to trust himself.

Ally went to the restroom and cleaned herself up before returning to her desk.

She stared at Travis’s office door for a long time before going back to work.

Travis sat totally immobile for a long time, stunned as he looked at the door where Ally had exited.

His coffee was tepid, but he gulped it down anyway, trying to figure out if what had happened was really truth or if it was just a very vivid fantasy he’d conjured up because of his need for Ally.

Why isn’t she running?

His first shock had come when he discovered that Ally was actually at her desk today. He hadn’t expected her to be. Not after what he’d said the night he’d left her to go to the hospital. Had she been so tired she hadn’t really gotten what he’d told her?