The last part is snarled through gritted teeth, the honesty behind the words shocking me a little. Sweat pours down my back, coating my hair, and the organ in my chest is pounding so hard against my ribs. My head’s light. I feel high on Travis, and Travis alone.
He thrusts both hands into his hair, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Mateo…oh, God.”
“Fuck, yes, baby,” I growl. “Let me hear you scream for me. Give it all to me. Don’t hold back.”
“Shit… Mateo, ahh. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he cries out.
The hand around his throat tightens a bit more, one of his hands coming down to grip my wrist as he dips his chin, lust-drenched gaze connecting with mine. His lips part, jaw dropping moments before his dick erupts, spilling his release all over his stomach.
“Mateo…Mateo…” My name plays on a breathy loop off his tongue as I work him through his orgasm. He’s squeezing my cock so tight, he’s practically strangling it, his hole constricting with each spurt of cum.
It takes no time at all for me to catch up, following suit, spilling into his tight, spent cunt. My release plunders through me, taking me with such force, tears spring to my eyes by the time I drain myself into him. I let out a guttural roar, my muscles tightening, my jaw clenching.
That’s the hardest I’ve come… I think ever.
27
TRAVIS
Stepping under the hot stream, my shoulders release from my ears, my muscles relaxing almost immediately. I let the water fall over my face, my eyes closed as I try to gather my bearings. The large, overpowering body asleep on the left side of my bed is currently haunting me. I don’t know why I let him sleep over, nor do I know why he wanted to.
I’m confused. So fucking confused.
Why can’t I seem to stick to my guns around him? When he isn’t near me, I have no problem setting boundaries and sticking with them. But him standing anywhere in my vicinity? I’m helpless to his magic. No matter how much my mind knows I need to keep my distance, every other part of me craves him like a feint. It’s like his minty green eyes and huge devil dick have a kill switch for my brain.
Why else would I have let him not only record that audio yesterday, but send it to Nathaniel? I’m not the type of person to do petty shit like that, but he brings out that side of me. And I don’t know whether it turns me on or terrifies me. It’s not like Nathaniel doesn’t deserve a little retaliation for what he put me through...
Another thing my mind keeps replaying from yesterday is how adamant he was about not bottoming. Which, yes, I’ve been with plenty of men who are strict tops, so that doesn’t bother me. I love to bottom. But I don’t know… something about it just feels off with him. The way he tensed up at the mere question, and how clearly closed off he was to the discussion.
I want to ask him why, but I’m not sure it’s my place.
Whatismy place in all this with him anyway? I keep saying and insisting this’ll never happen again, only for it to happen again… and again.
The bathroom door pushes open in my periphery, grabbing my attention. This apartment has a glass shower, so I can see everything out there and Mateo can see everything in here. His eyes shamelessly rake down the length of my body, stopping to unabashedly check out my cock, which is now thickening under his gaze. Even through the fog and the glass, I don’t miss the sexy smirk that slides on his face when his eyes finally land on mine.
Of course, I take my time checking him out too. He’s in nothing more than a pair of maroon briefs. They hug his thick thighs and his massive bulge in a mouthwatering way. His chest is bare, save for the miles of black ink covering every inch of flesh, and the two silver bars pierced through his deep red nipples.
The weight of his stare on my body, and the way I know I affect him, it’s a powerful feeling. Mateo sits on the corner of the sink, his fingers gripping the edge as his eyes never stray from me.
An overwhelming sense of confidence and boldness washes over me, and when the object in the corner of my shower that I completely forgot about until right this moment catches my eye, a wide grin pulls on my lips.
Glancing back over at Mateo, I reach over, grabbing the eight-inch suction cup realistic dildo from where it was sitting on the shelf. Beside it is a bottle of lube, so I grab that too. Coating my fingers with the gel, I bring them to my hole, inserting one, then two, while Mateo watches in rapt silence.
It doesn’t take much for me to work myself open since he was inside me not even a full night’s sleep ago. I pour a generous amount onto the thick toy, spreading it around. Lifting my eyes to meet his again, I place my foot on one of the lower shelves, opening myself up further as I bring the blunt tip of the dildo to my entrance.
I bite down on my lip as the toy inches its way in. Mateo’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he continues to watch me, his gaze alternating between the silicone dick pumping in and out of me and my face. Letting my eyes drop for a single beat, I can tell he’s hard. Extremely so. That fact urges me on, giving me more confidence.
It hits me as I’m fucking myself for Mateo’s viewing pleasure, that not only is it a strong, heady feeling having his eyes on me, but despite the fact that I wish I didn’t, I enjoy it too. I enjoy his desire for me. I get off on the way he talks to me when we’re in bed, the way he man-handles me. His asshole personality turns me on, even though it shouldn’t. Even though I wish it didn’t. This, right here, is setting my blood ablaze. I can’t get enough of his attention.
A deep, throaty groan rumbles from my chest as the toy grazes that sweet button inside of me. It sends an electric jolt through my body, and my legs tremble from the sensation as I let out a breathy, “Fuck…”
Mateo swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His hands are gripping the edge of the sink so hard, his knuckles have blanched. I wrap a hand around my throbbing cock while my other continues to fuck my ass with the toy. My back rests on the cold tile wall, the temperature a stark difference to the inferno inside of me.
He watches without moving for much longer than I thought he would, but eventually, he shoves his briefs down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, before stalking toward the shower with arousal and mischief dancing in his eyes. Mateo rips the door open, nearly off the hinges, as he steps inside, crowding the tight space with his massive body.
“You drive me crazy,cariño. You know that?”
I smirk. “I could say the same about you.”
