Travis groans. “Are you always this fucking insufferable? Yes, okay! I came here because I thought we could hook up.”
Huffing out a laugh through my nose, I say, “Well, all you had to do was ask, baby.” I take a step toward him, closing the distance once more before lowering my voice and saying, “So, ask.Nicely.”
I wish I could snap a picture of his face right now. He’s beet red, discomfort and embarrassment rolling off him in waves. A better man would put him out of his misery, just give him what he wants… but I certainly never claimed to be a better man, and I plan to watch him squirm as long as I can.
“Please…” He whispers the word. “Will you fuck me?”
“Aww, you can do better than that,” I reply with a grin. “Drop down to your knees,cariño, and beg me like I know you can.”
His eyes narrow into fiery blue slits as he clenches his jaw. “I’m not doing that.”
The smirk on my face brightens, probably bordering on maniacal as I shrug, reaching for the knob behind me. “Okay, then have a good night.”
I don’t even get the door cracked before his knees collide with the hardwood floor. “Fine!” he blurts out. “I’ll do it.”
Arousal and something like pride swells in my chest cavity as I drop my hand, glancing down at him waiting. Travis awkwardly walks over on his knees until he’s directly in front of me, his fingers going to the waistband of my pants. I hear—and see—him gulp loudly before he peers up at me beneath his thick, curly lashes. He’s chewing on his bottom lip and his cheeks are a vibrant shade of red. Disheveled, it’s a good look on him.
Travis tugs the front of my pants down just enough to pull my cock and balls out as he finally seems to find his voice, and says, “Please,Mateo…” He swipes that damn tongue across his lips as my stiff length springs free. Wrapping a surprisingly steady hand around me, he continues. “Please fuck me.”
Keeping my face neutral, I mutter, “I don’t know. What happened to me being a piece of shit, and you saying this’ll never happen again?”
I can see the exact moment Travis fights to not roll his eyes. This isn’t easy for him, but I fucking love it. “I was having a bad day. I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, so youdon’tthink I’m a piece of shit?”
Heaving a sigh, he squares his shoulders. “No, Ido. You’re just a piece of shit with a great dick.”
Laughter bubbles up my throat at his response.
Well, there’s something to be said for brutal honesty, I suppose.
“You’re not wrong,” I say, breath hitching when he starts to stroke me. “But youdidsay, and I quote,that is never going to happen again.”
“Okay, and tomorrow we can go back to that and pretend this never happened too.” His full lips brush against the side of my shaft as he gazes up at me, eyes full of want. “Please?”
I watch as he wraps those same lips around the tip, chest rumbling as I feel the swirl of his tongue brush over the slit. He sucks on the crown gingerly, never taking his eyes off me. My hands clench at my sides as I pretend to think over his offer. Me fucking him was never a question. The minute he came in here, throwing himself at me, it was a yes. But hearing and seeing him beg is too good to pass up.
After a couple of minutes, I step back, removing myself from his mouth. “Alright, up.” I tuck myself back into my pants, brushing past him farther into the house, leaving him to follow.
This should be interesting.
Bypassing my bedroom entirely, I continue on down the hall until I get to the last door on the left. Pushing it open, I flick on the light switch. It turns on the lamp in the corner, covering the space in a deep red glow. He steps in behind me, nearly running into my back, and when I glance over my shoulder, his eyes are scanning the room.
“You must be joking,” he states, walking around me and into the room. “How is this room even more of a sex dungeon than your bedroom?”
Glancing around, I try to look at the room through fresh eyes. The bed in the middle is a wooden four-post just like the one in my room, only smaller, and black and red candles line the shelves hanging at various levels on the wall above it. To the left, there’s a swing made up of leather straps and a velvet seat that has my mind swirling with ideas for him, and to the right, there’s a red-and-black leather St. Andrews Cross. A long, black massage table sits by the window, and there’s an assortment of funtoolshanging from the wall.
Dragging my gaze over to a wide-eyed Travis, I smirk. “Get undressed,cariño.”
That sentence and the scene unfolding before me gives me a wicked sense of deja vu to the first time I had him in my house, ready to bend him to my will.
Travis is frozen in place as he stares at me. “Don’t make me ask you again,” I warn. “Get undressed.”
Crossing the room, I reach into the chest in front of the bed—similar to the one in my room—and take out a thin, clear bottle of lube. After tossing it on the bed, I turn around, pleased to find him undressed down to his navy-blue briefs. He looks unsure of himself, his right arm folding over his chest, fingers wrapped around his left upper arm.
“We gotta loosen you up,cariño,” I tell him, crooking my finger and using it in acome heremotion.
Travis stops in front of me, his breath coming out in shallow pants, his dick stiff behind the thin piece of cotton. I wrap my palm around the back of his neck, hauling him into me. His apprehension is potent as my lips move against his, the lust barely overshadowing the tension in his body. He sighs into my mouth as I suck on the tip of his tongue, his body molding against mine.
