His body quivers with need, legs coming down to sit on my shoulders, thighs squeezing the sides of my head. He cries out as my stiffened tongue slips through his tight muscle, fucking him with it while my hand comes up to stroke his cock.
I’m fucking insatiable when it comes to Travis. My tongue can’t move fast enough, can’t lap up his flavor quick enough. I want him every single way I can have him all at once; a ravenous type of hunger claws at my insides, fighting to break free for him.
And the way he wants to hate me? It makes the craving even more ferocious. I wasn’t lying earlier when I referred to our bickering as foreplay. I get off on it as much as it infuriates me. He awakens something inside of me, and as much as I’ve tried to chalk it up to simply enjoying the chase, I think it’s time I admit that it’s more than that.
This thing with Travis isn’t just about the chase. About scoring. Because if that was the case, I’ve already scored, I’ve already caught my prey. It’s more than that, and truthfully, I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I’m pulled from my thoughts and the heavenly sound of Travis moaning my name when his phone goes offagain.
“Who the fuck keeps calling you?” I growl, demanding an answer like I have any right whatsoever.
Travis grabs the phone, glancing at the screen before heaving a sigh. He takes entirely too long for my liking to respond to my question, so I sink my teeth into the part of his ass that meets his thigh. He jerks back, gasping. “Ow, you fuck! It’s Nathaniel.”
Nathaniel? Why the fuck is he calling him?My jaw aches as I grind down on my molars, my blood pressure skyrocketing as I try to make sense of this.
“Why the fuck is he calling you?” I snarl, clearly unable to keep it cool.
He shrugs. “Fuck if I know.”
“Does he do that a lot?”
“Like, a few times a month,” he states, like it’s no big fucking deal.
Multiple times in a row?Huffing out a snort through my nose, I say, “What? Are you getting back with the guy?”
“Um, no?” His brows knit together as he phrases it like a question. A beat passes, and his eyes widen. “Wait, are youjealous?”
I watch as he chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to hide a smirk. It fucking pisses me off.
“No, I’m not fucking jealous,pendejo,” I growl. That’s fucking ludicrous.
He snorts out a laugh. “Whatever you say, Mateo.” He wraps a fist around his softening cock, stroking himself lazily. “Just because he calls doesn’t mean I answer. I have no desire to speak to him.”
Damn fucking right.That guys a fucking douchebag.
“Give me your phone.”
Confusion clouds his features, his hand stalling. “Why?”
Because I fucking said so,” I rumble, extending my hand toward him palm up. Travis narrows his eyes on me for a moment before doing as I ask. Turning on the screen, I pass it back, grumbling, “Unlock it.”
Once I have the phone in my hand unlocked, I find that stupid fucking prick’s contact, pulling up a new message.
“What are you doing?” he asks, tone full of skepticism.
“Don’t you worry about a thing,cariño. Just lie on back and let me take care of you while we send a little clip to this douchebag, letting him know how much youdon’tmiss him.”
“A video?” he croaks, looking and sounding horrified.
“Nah… just an audio clip.” I smirk, turning on the record button and setting it down beside us, wasting no more time spreading him open for me and diving back in. A moan hiccups out of him as he falls onto his back, hands gripping the sheets.
My tongue delves out, lapping up a hot, wet trail from his hole all the way up to his balls. Sucking one into my mouth, I peer up at him through my lashes, loving the lust-drunk expression on his face. His lip is tucked between his teeth, biting down so hard it’s nearly white.
Shaking my head, I say, “Uh-uh. Let me hear you, baby.”
For good measure, I nip at the skin just underneath his ass cheek, pulling a beautiful yelp from him before I return my attention and my tongue to his tight, fluttering hole. I can’t wait to sink my fucking cock into it soon. It’s practically begging me to with the way it constricts and pulses around my tongue.
I wrap my hand around his length, squeezing at the base before I stroke, continuing to loosen his ass with my tongue. He cries out, a slick hand coming up to fist the strands atop my head.
