“Fuck,” I moan, wishing I had my hands to wrap around him.
“You like this,cariño?” His nails dig in deeper. I know he’s going to draw blood soon, but I love it. The pain mixed with the pleasure, it’s euphoric. “You like the way my cock makes you feel?”
Words are lost on me. I can do nothing more than nod my head feverishly, breathless moans falling off my lips as he plows into me at a vicious pace. My head’s light, body trembling. There’s an inferno flowing through my veins, my mind and body at war with each other.
“T-take… take these off.” My arms yank on the straps restraining me to the posts on his bed. They’ve gone numb. “P-please.”
His fingernails rake down my chest, beads of blood popping up in their wake. Hissing through gritted teeth, I watch as his gaze zeroes in on the mess he’s made. His near black eyes flit up to mine, a menacing smirk on his face. “Look at you bleed for me,cariño. So beautiful… sodelicate.”
Leaning down, he runs the flat of his tongue along the length of one of the cuts, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. I can feel the vibrations pouring into mine. The way he looks—hair hanging in his eyes, dark gaze locked on mine, as he laps up the blood on my pec from the gashhecreated—is driving me wild. It’s too much. It’s monstrous and lewd. And I can’t get enough of it.
“Mateo,” I whisper breathlessly. “Take these off, please. I need to touch you.” The words leave my lips on a plea, and whatever he sees in my gaze is enough, because the next second, he’s reaching up, undoing the leather strap, and letting my arm fall before moving to do the same to the other. “My feet. Get those, too.”
As soon as I’m free of all restraints, without a second thought, I grab his face, pressing his lips to mine. He moans into my mouth as he slips his tongue inside, the metallic taste of copper heavy, rolling his hips harder into me at the same time.The Death of Peace of Mindby Bad Omens is the background noise to the clashing of our bodies, sweaty and slick.
He burrows his face into my neck, nipping and sucking all over. I’m going to look like a crime scene by the time this is over, but I don’t care. I flip us, so I’m on top of him. He grabs hold of my hips, nails biting into the skin as I grind on his lap. The position makes my eyes roll back as it pegs that sweet spot inside me over and over.
“Fuck…fuck, I’m close,” I breathe. One hand wraps around my cock while my other one stays planted on his chest, holding me up. “I have to come! Please,please…have to come.”
Before I even process what’s happening, he’s flipped us again, him towering over me as he grips the headboard with both hands. The cords of his muscles protrude on his forearms, sweat dripping from his forehead as he slams into me with malice. His teeth are bared, the wild look in his eyes purely animalistic as he pushes us closer to the edge.
I pump myself in time with him, wrapping one hand around his thick, tattooed arm. I’m so,soclose, I can feel the heat building at the base of my spine. “I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come!”
With one hand still gripping the headboard, he wraps the other around my throat, squeezing and cutting off my air supply. It sends me over the cliff. Jaw slack and my eyes rolled back, I cry out, despite no sound escaping, as my cock pumps out thick ropes, coating my chest in my release. My head swims, lungs aching with a need to fill, but the wanton desire coursing through my body in waves is unparalleled.
When he finally releases me, I drag in gulps of air, my hands flying up to thread through my hair. With two thick fingers, he runs them through my release, shoving them into my mouth. The salty flavor of myself paired with the way his fingers taste is enough to make me come again.
Mateo’s movements start to get jerky, and I know he’s close. I’m suddenly desperate to watch him come undone with my name on his tongue when he does.
“Say my name,” I beg. My legs wrap around him as he drops his face near mine. “Say my name when you come. Myrealname.”
He takes my lips in a bruising kiss, unadulterated need pouring into me as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. With his forehead rested on mine, his dark, hooded gaze locks on mine. “I’m gonna come,” he pants. “Travis…fuck, I’m coming.Travis…cariño…” He stills, emptying himself inside me. I’m all too aware that he’s inside me raw right now… something Ineverdo.
Resting on top of me for a few minutes, he finally pulls out, removes the clamps from my nipples, and rolls off me. Now that the moment is over, I’m left feeling incredibly awkward. Like I should go home… but Ican’t. He saunters into the bathroom, coming out a moment later with a washcloth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lifts my leg slightly, bringing the warm, wet cloth to my hole and cleaning me up.
The gesture is soft and unexpected, but during all of this, we never make eye contact. I can’t tell who’s avoiding it more, me or him.
18
MATEO
After I cleaned us up last night, I got Nova some more water and dished up the leftover chicken before climbing into bed. Travis was already passed out by the time I got back, and he drifted onto my side of the bed throughout the night, curling up next to me and nuzzling his face into my neck. He probably doesn’t even know he did it. I’m up—wide awake—before he is. Flashes of last night come back in heavy waves, crashing into me, causing all the blood in my body to fly south. Travis bared to me. Restrained. So, so fucking needy. The way he was so compliant, so eager, so willing to bend to my will. It was the hottest sex I’ve had in too long.
I wasn’t always so aggressive in the bedroom. As a teenager, and even in my early twenties, I was pretty timid. Too shy to voice what I really wanted. I was never ashamed of my sexuality, despite my father’s attempt to do just that, but I think a part of me was afraid to give life to those desires in my head—the ones that neededmore. More than soft and sweet. More than vanilla.
Not that there’s anything wrong with vanilla, it’s just not the flavor for me. And ironically, it took me leaving a really shitty relationship, where I often felt inferior, to finally find my voice, and discover my true likes in the bedroom. It’s how I started to crave control in the bedroom, and I’ve never looked back.
Glancing to my left, he’s sound asleep, lips parted as soft snores reach my ears. Blond hair that’s wild and tousled sticks up every which way. My eyes dip lower to his bare chest. He didn’t put a shirt on before falling asleep, so his creamy complexion, marred only slightly by the nail scratches and bite marksIgave him is on display.
Reaching below the covers, I palm myself over my briefs, squeezing myself almost to the point of pain. This erection needs to go away. I know full well I shouldn’t act on any of the desire coursing through my blood.
I shouldn’t.
But I’m going to.
Scooting a little closer, careful not to disturb himyet, I place my hand on his firm stomach, trailing my hand lower until it slips under the covers. My fingers curl around the thick ridge of his cock, a smirk sliding into place when I find him already hard.
Wonder what he’s dreaming about behind those fluttering eyelids.
