“Oh, fuck,” he cries out hoarsely. “Like that… yes, fuck, like that.” The smile that slides on my face against his skin is involuntary, but I can’t help but get harder at the fact that the phone is catching all of this. My chest swells even further when he adds, “Bite me again… I want the pain too.”
Little fucking masochist.
Well, shit. Who am I to deny him?
Sinking my teeth into the firm flesh of his ass cheek, I stroke him faster, swiping my thumb over his weeping slit, spearing around the stream of pre-cum leaking out. I suck the reddened flesh into my mouth for a moment before pulling back and grabbing the phone. Ending the audio, I glance up at Travis, whose heavy, blown-out eyes are already on me.
“I’m going to hit send,cariño, unless you tell me not to.”
My heart thumps erratically in my chest as I wait on bated breath for his response. Even though I may be an asshole, I’d never send something like that if he truly didn’t want me to. But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be disappointed if he said no.
“Do it,” he says, voice throaty. “That was fucking hot. Send it and fuck me already. I’m done dealing with Nathaniel.”
Heat pools low in my groin as my finger punches down on the send button. He’s right, it was fucking hot, and now I need to get inside himnow.
Tossing the phone onto the bed beside us, I crawl over him. “Lube?” I ask, my mouth a hairsbreadth away from his.
Travis’s eyes dip to my lips before coming back up. “Nightstand.”
Quickly grabbing it, I return to the spot between his legs, but he stops me before I can bring slick fingers to his crease. My eyes lift to meet his questioningly, but I don’t say anything.
“Let me fuck you this time.”
I don’t know what I expected him to say, but it wasn’tthat.
“No.”
His brows pinch together. “No? Are you a strict top?”
“Yup.” Probably ignorance, but it never crossed my mind that Travis would ever want to top. It’s something we should’ve talked about, but I truly don’t think either of us expected us to wind up here, fucking multiple times.
In his stubborn brain, he probably genuinely thought the snowstorm was going to be the only time.
He looks perturbed, like he wants to argue it, or at the very least, discuss it further. Travis must see something in my features, though, because he thankfully drops it, lying back and widening his thighs to give me better access.
My dick’s gone soft after that, but it doesn’t take long for me to stiffen back up once I’m a few fingers deep into his tight ass. He squirms and moans, chomping down on his lip as his baby blue eyes bore into me.
A deep ache buries itself in my loins. The idea of waiting another second longer to sink into him is impossible. Slathering my cock with the cool gel, I line myself up to his entrance, pushing inside. I’m not gentle and I’m not slow, but the way his features morph into one of rapture as he lets out a low, gravelly moan tells me he prefers it this way.
If there’s one thing I've learned about Travis so far, it’s that he craves the pain right along with the pleasure. The hand on the throat, the smack on the ass, the edging and tempting, he’s desperate for it all. Which works out perfectly because I enjoy dishing out the teasing and the pain.
From the few times we’ve wound up in bed together, it would seem we’re a perfect match; sexually, at least. The way his body moves with mine, the way it opens up so easily for me, the sounds I’m able to pull from his body like he’s an instrument I know how to manipulate naturally.
My mind drifts back to all the toys I have in my room, and I can’t help but wonder if he’d ever let me use them on him. Sure, he put up quite the protest about the leather cuffs at first, but it was glaringly obvious he ended up liking it.
Sitting back on my heels, holding his hips in a bruising grip, I begin to pound into him recklessly. His perfect pink balls bounce with the impact and his jaw seems to be permanently dropped open for the time being as he cries out, moans getting louder and louder as the tip of my cock grazes along his prostate. His chest glistens with sweat as he white-knuckles the sheets below.
Glancing down, my balls throb as I watch my dick disappear in and out of his tight fucking hole. It’s a heady sight. Sordid and lewd.
“Just a pretty, tight little cunt,” I growl, tracing along his stretched hole with the pad of my thumb as my cock continues to plunge in and out. “Do you like when I destroy your tight pink pussy,cariño?”
Travis whimpers but says nothing.
Wrapping my hand around his throat, I squeeze the sides tight enough to cut off the airflow a little, but mostly to get his attention. “Answer me when I ask you a question,cariño.”
“Yes… yes!” he gasps, rolling his hips up to meet me thrust for thrust.
I grunt, the sound feral and animalistic. “That’s fucking right. You love what I do to you, baby. You love the way I make you feel. You can pretend to hate me all you want, but it’s my cock, my fingers, my tongue,me, that’s making you rip at the seams. I want you to remember that the next time that fucker calls or texts you.” My thrusts become harder, the slap of our slick skin reverberating through his room. “I want you to remember this moment, and every other, when you’re even thinking of being with anybody else,cariño. I own you. I make you feel this way.”
