Wrenching my lips away, I give his shoulder a quick shove, pushing him onto his knees. He peers up at me beneath his lashes, chewing on his slick, swollen lip. Desire prickles every inch of my body, my need for him thrumming through my veins, igniting a burning inferno, making it hard to take my time.
Reaching lower, I push my pants down enough to free my aching cock. It bobs long and heavy in front Travis’s face. His pupils blow, and he licks his lips at the sight of me. I’m not even sure if he’s aware he did it.
Wrapping a fist around myself, I give a squeeze at the base and say, “You want this, you little cock slut?”
It’s there in his eyes, the urge to be stubborn and say no, but he can’t. His need for me to own him, to destroy him, to give him what I know he’s been craving since the first time, outweighs his need to fight it.
Instead of replying, he simply nods, chewing on the inside of his cheek, his dick hard and dying to be touched.
Bringing my glistening tip up to his juicy, full lips, my pulse quickens as I watch his pink tongue dart out, lapping up the evidence of my arousal, moaning at the taste of me before enclosing me in his hot, wet mouth once more.God,he looks fucking stunning down there on his knees, lips wrapped around my cock, body practically trembling with need.
“That’s it,cariño…” Bringing my hand up, I fist his short dark blond strands, forcing myself deeper into his mouth. “Get me nice and wet, baby. Suck me good, like I know you can.”
I lodge myself throat deep, my eyes rolling back as I feel him retch around me. Eyes filling up with moisture, a single tear streams down his cheek as his face reddens. Travis’s palms come up to my thighs, but he doesn’t push me away.
No… he fists the material of my pants, holding me closer. He gasps for air when I withdraw, dragging the length of my cock along his tongue. Spit drips out of his mouth, his swollen lips a bright red that suits his pale skin so fucking well.
I let him suck me a little longer before pulling back completely. Tipping my chin to the left, I say, “Up. Over there.”
Travis turns his head, following my gaze before glancing back at me. He swallows hard before standing and obliging. Grabbing the bottle of lube off the bed, I meet him over there. He’s standing in front of the swing awkwardly, like he doesn’t know what to do.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I ask. “Get up there.”
He gawks at me for a brief moment, the refusal right there on the tip of his tongue, I’m sure. I bite the inside of my cheek to hide the smile trying to break free when he heaves a sigh, climbing into the swing. It has a maroon tufted seat that is large enough to fit his entire torso and his ass, with two foot holes. Of course, his stubborn ass doesn’t put his feet in them until I instruct him to.
God forbid he does anything without being asked.
Bringing a slick finger to his tight pink hole, I watch a shudder rumble down his spine as a whimper falls from his lips. He lets out what I can only describe as a sigh of relief when the digit slips past the muscle, getting sucked into the velvety warm channel.
“You’re so tight, baby,” I groan. “Gotta relax for me.”
I withdraw the finger, only to go back in with two this time. Leaning over, I run the flat of my tongue along his sac as I crook my fingers, grazing the spot inside of him that has him crying out. Goosebumps line Travis’s flesh, and his thighs tremble as I work a third finger in, stretching and getting him ready to take my cock. I can’t hold on much longer. I need to be inside himnow.
“I knew you wanted this again,cariño.” Removing my fingers from him, he gifts me with another desperate whimper. Chuckling, I soak my cock in lube, smearing it around, getting it nice and slick before I line myself up. “You can deny it to yourself all you want, but you can’t lie to me.”
Sinking inside of him is wicked. It feels wrong, but so damn right. Knowing he can’t help himself… knowing that he fought this, tried to deny himself, but in the end, the body gets what the body wants. Knowing Travis will probably wake up in the morning and hate himself for giving in—and not only giving in, butinitiatingthe very thing he swore he didn’t want—it shouldn’t make my chest swell and my black heart beat to a different drum, but it does.
He’s squeezing the life out of me by the time I seat myself fully. Face contorted into a grimace, hands white-knuckling the straps on the swing. He’s falling apart. I fucking love it.
My hands wrap around the handles above his head, using them to pull his body off my cock, only to impale him again. The air leaves his lungs as he throws his head back.
“Fuck!”
“Yeah, that’s fucking right,cariño. How does it feel to finally give in again to what you hate yourself for wanting?”
Using the swing as leverage, I’m pumping in and out in earnest now, the slick sound of our skin slapping together filling the sex-infused air. With each thrust comes an animalistic growl from me, and a whimper from him. It’s easy to get lost in him, get lost in the way he feels around me, the way I know I’m making him feel.
Our bodies move together in such perfect synchrony, his body inviting me in and constricting as I leave. The push and pull between us is electric, and when we finally give in to the desire, it’s explosive.
Travis is writhing on this swing as our bodies collide savagely. Perspiration pours down my forehead, a thin sheen lining the back of my neck. I want my mouth on him, I want to taste his sweat, I want tomarkhim, but I can’t when he’s in this swing.
It’s a great contraption for fucking, but not so much if you want to beclose.
Pulling my dick out of him, I could laugh at the disgruntled noise that claws its way up his throat at the loss of fullness. His brows pinch tight, and I swear to God, his lip pops out into a small pout.
“Get the fuck up,cariño,” I order him, backing up and giving him the space to do so. I’ve never seen him move as fast as he does right now, out of the swing in the blink of an eye. He steps up to me, and I don’t know who moves first, but our lips collide before my brain has time to catch up. His tongue, dripping with need, shoves into my mouth, his hands coming up to cup the back of my head, and when I reach down, palming the backs of his thighs, he doesn’t need any further instruction, he hoists himself up into my arms.
I walk us over to the wall, pressing his back up against it as I reach down and line myself back up. There’s nothing gentle about what comes next. He curls his arms around my neck, holding on tight as I pound him up into the wall. My lips find his throat, nipping and sucking along his Adam’s apple, moving over to do the same underneath his ear.
