Chapter 42 My seat is on hip lap

Chapter 42 My seat is on hip lap


Nyx's p.o.v

I walked through the garage and towards the car I had only just gotten introduced to this morning.

I slipped in and slide the painting on the backseat while I sat on the passenger's side waiting patiently.

Where has he disappeared to?

A tiny part of me wants to disobey him, get a cab and head home but knowing Travis. A repercussion is certain. So I leaned on the chair and waited.

Bored to the brim, I unwrapped the painting

My fingers curled around the frame delicately

The painting looked great. I traced the lines without meaning to, the curve of the jaw, the sharp familiarity of those eyes. I hated how easily they swallowed me whole.

Still.

Still.

I was staring when the car door suddenly opened.

I jolted, the breath punching out of my lungs as Travis slid into the driver’s seat like he’d always been there.

“Do you have a knack for startling me?” I snapped, heart racing.

He only smirked.

Pulling off his gloves, he tossed them into the compartment between us with lazy precision. “Nope,” he said easily. Then his gaze flicked once, sharp and deliberate between me and the painting in my hands. “But I’m pretty sure you have a knack for my eyes.”

Heat crawled up my neck.

I dropped the painting back onto the seat like it had burned me.

His low chuckle filled the car.

Up close, he looked… off. Jacket slightly rumpled. Hair not as neat. Like he’d just finished something tedious. Something that had tested his patience.

“Where were you?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached out, pulled me closer, and buried his face in my hair, inhaling slowly deeply like it was the only thing grounding him.

I went stiff.

Confused.

Every instinct screamed to pull away, but I didn’t. My body betrayed me, staying still as his breath warmed my scalp.

Then he murmured, voice low against my head, “Where were we?”

Goosebumps erupted everywhere.

“Nowhere,” I said, too quickly.

He made a soft tsk sound and lifted his head.

Our faces were inches apart.

“Now I remember,” he said quietly. “I dared you to lie to me.”

His gaze sharpened as he nodded toward the back seat. “Now whose eyes are those?”

My breathing picked up. My throat went dry.

What was the point of lying? He already knew.

And yet…
A reckless, mischievous part of me lifted its chin.

“Not yours.”

The air shifted.

Just as the words left my mouth, Travis' hand landed hard on my nipple, I sucked in a deep breath and he repeated the same cycle with the other one. Pain and pleasure shot through me like fire.

“You enjoy riling me up huh.” He repeated it again, three times by the time he finished the third round I was already a panting mess and I could feel my nipples raw and swollen.

“Whose eyes are those Nyx,” he barked, our lips closer than before. I wanted him to kiss, seems he knows that because he made sure that didn't happen. Without thinking I said.

“Yours Travis, only yours,”

He pulled me into his laps, and crashed his lips into mine, his tongue slipped into my mouth as he sucked ferociously. Kissing me like a wild dog in heat. He pulled away, raised my blouse and took a nipples into his mouth, sucking soothingly.

I almost cried from the relief and pleasure his tongue brought to my aching nipples, he repeated the action with my other nipples. I couldn't control the moan that poured out of my mouth.

“So responsive for your uncle.” He said with my nipple in his mouth, he let it out with a pop and I pressed my lips together.

“Hope you are well little cat, I can't wait to sink into you.” He asked, his voice barely loud.

I nodded like a little nymph.

“You want my cock huh?”

I nodded once more.

Fuck morals.

“Say it, say you want my cock.”

I want your cock,” I said shyly.

That did it as he said.

“Unzip me,”

I did, my hand trembling but I did.

“Release what you want,” he ordered. I did

His thick, veiny length sprang free, hot and heavy in my palm. I wrapped my fingers around him instinctively, feeling the pulse of him beneath the silky skin, the way he twitched when I gave an experimental squeeze.

Travis let out a low, guttural sound against my throat half growl, half approval that sent another rush of heat straight between my legs.

“Fuck, Nyx,” he rasped, voice rough like gravel. His hand slid up to fist my hair, not pulling, just holding me in place so our eyes stayed locked. “Look at you. Already hungry for me.”

I had. I wouldn’t admit it out loud not yet but the evidence was in the way my thighs clenched, the way my core ached every time his cock jerked in my grip.

He rocked his hips up once, sliding himself through my loose fist, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip along my palm. My breath hitched.

“Tell me again,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Tell me you want it.”

My pride was long gone, burned away somewhere between the third smack to my nipples and the moment he’d called me responsive like it was a compliment carved into sin. I leaned in until my lips grazed his jaw.

“I want your cock,” I whispered, the words feeling filthy and right at the same time.
Travis groaned deep, satisfied and rewarded me by dragging his mouth back to mine in a bruising kiss.

His tongue claimed every corner while his free hand shoved my skirt higher, bunching the fabric at my waist. Cool air hit the soaked cotton between my thighs and I whimpered into his mouth.

He broke the kiss only long enough to glance down at where my hand still worked him in slow, firm strokes.

“Take your panties off,” he ordered, voice dark velvet. “Now.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. We were still in the garage dim, mostly empty, but still a garage. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see.

And yet my hands were already moving.
I lifted my hips just enough to drag the damp fabric down my thighs.

Travis helped, impatient, hooking his fingers in the sides and yanking them the rest of the way off. The scrap of lace disappeared somewhere on the floorboard.

He didn’t give me time to feel exposed.
One arm banded around my waist and he lifted me like I weighed nothing, turning me so I straddled him properly in the driver’s seat.

My knees bracketed his hips, skirt rucked up around my waist, blouse still shoved above my breasts. His cock stood rigid between us, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

He gripped the base of himself, guiding the swollen head to my entrance. Not pushing in just resting there, letting me feel how wide he was, how hot, how ready.

“Last chance to back out, little liar,” he said, eyes glittering with challenge and something dangerously close to tenderness. “Say the word and I stop.”
My nails dug into his shoulders.
“Don’t you dare stop.”

That was all he needed.

He thrust up in one long, relentless stroke, stretching me open, filling me so completely my vision blurred at the edges. A broken moan tore out of my throat. Pain, pleasure, fullness everything crashed together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

Travis stilled for a second, letting me adjust, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.

“So fucking tight,” he gritted out. “Made for this cock, weren’t you?”

I couldn’t answer with words. Instead I rolled my hips, grinding down, chasing more of that devastating stretch. He cursed under his breath and started moving slow at first, deliberate, letting me feel every thick inch dragging out and then slamming back in. “That speech was all mine right.” He asked and I nodded. He shook his head disapprovingly but didn't say anything.

The car rocked faintly with each thrust. Windows already fogging. My hands scrambled for purchase one braced on his shoulder, the other tangled in his hair while his palms gripped my ass, spreading me wider, pulling me down harder onto him.

“Whose eyes are on that canvas, Nyx?” he demanded between thrusts, voice strained. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasped, head falling back. “They’re yours fuck…Travis…”

“Good girl.” he breath. “I like how you curse for me.”

He rewarded me by angling his hips just right, hitting that spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My rhythm faltered; I couldn’t keep up anymore. He took over completely, fucking up into me with punishing, perfect strokes while his thumb found my clit and circled once…twice…

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me without warning, sharp and blinding. I cried out his name, clenching around him so hard he hissed. My whole body shook, thighs trembling, core pulsing in frantic waves.

Travis didn’t stop.

He fucked me through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive, pleading and then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a choked groan, pulsing hot and deep inside me.

For long seconds we just
breathed…harsh, uneven…foreheads pressed together, hearts hammering against each other.

He kissed me softer this time. Slower. Like he was savoring the taste of my surrender.
When he finally pulled back, his smirk was lazy, satisfied, and entirely too smug.

“Still think you can lie to me, baby?”

I let out a shaky laugh, too wrecked to pretend.

“Not anymore.”

The compartment is open, p
robably because of the movement in the car, that was when I saw it, is that blood on the glove…I frowned.

Travis reached for it and shut it.

I shrugged, maybe I was hallucinating.