We resume making out, and he’s rougher now, nipping at my bottom lip a few times until I whimper. Then he sucks my lip into his mouth and licks across it, soothing the sting. Pulling my mouth away from his, I kiss along his sharp, scruffy jawline and down his neck. I suck hard on the skin there, and he thrusts his hips up once, then goes for the button on my jeans.

I helpfully lift my hips so he can get them down past my ass. But I have to climb off him in order to remove them completely, which sucks.

Resisting the urge to hop back on his lap immediately, I take the time to get his jeans off him too. And when I straddle him again, I decide my effort was totally worth it, because now there are only two thin pieces of cloth covering our hard cocks as we rut against each other.

His finger dips below the waistband of my briefs, skimming along the top of my ass cheeks, and it’s all I can do not to beg him to fuck me right now. It’s been a while, and Travis is all rough and muscular. I’ve had thoughts of topping him before, but in this particular moment, he’s making me desperate to bottom.

I’m about to crawl off his lap, with the intention of lying down and pulling him on top of me, when the front door opens. Elise and Grant are talking to each other as they come inside, and the sound of their voices is like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head, dousing my libido.

Scrambling off Travis and grabbing for my clothes, I almost fall off the couch. But he catches me. Then he quickly lets go like my skin is on fire, and he’s reaching for his shirt right as the Richardsons step into view.

“Oh!” Elise’s hand flies to her mouth.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I say, throwing my legs into my jeans and hopping until I’ve got them pulled up. How the hell did I forget about these two?

“No, it’s—” Elise starts.

“We should’ve knocked,” Grant talks over her.

“Not your fault,” I tell him. God, where’s my damn shirt?

My eyes land on Travis, widening when I realize he’s got his shirt on but is sans-pants and still sporting a semi. He grabs a throw pillow and uses it to cover his groin. His face is bright red like I’ve never seen it before, and he looks entirely panicked.

Somehow his extreme embarrassment helps me calm down and refocus. I find my shirt and pull it over my head, then ask Elise and Grant if they could please give us a minute to get ourselves together. They oblige, quickly heading upstairs with their shopping bags.