He lets go of his spent cock, running his fingers through the second mess he’s made on me, shoving his fingers into my mouth until I can taste nothing more than his flavor. I swallow every drop, and when he slides the digits of my mouth, strings of spit and cum still connecting us, he yanks me up by my throat, crashing his lips down on mine. He kisses me until I’m breathless.
Until I don’t even know what’s happening.
He kisses me until the water finally runs cold.
He kisses me until a longing ache forms in my chest, telling me I never want him to stop.
28
TRAVIS
Mateo went home after we got out of the shower.
That was almost five minutes ago, and I’m still sitting on my bed in nothing but a towel around my waist. I think I’m in shock… Yeah, this could definitely be characterized as shock. Or maybe I experienced an aneurysm and lost function in the rational, sane part of my brain. That has to be it, because why else would I have not only let what just happened happen, but alsoinstigateit?
I can’t even pretend I was coaxed into it or pressured. No, it was whollymyidea to have Mateopisson me like I’m some fucking city fire hydrant and he’s a dog.
Nova is standing in the doorway to my room, staring at me with eyes full of judgement like she knows what I just did. Like she can sense that he marked his territory on her owner.
“What the fuck.” Scrubbing a hand down my face, I try to figure out which part disturbs me more; the fact that I let him—asked him—to give me a golden fucking shower, or the fact that I enjoyed it as much as I did. Honestly, it’s probably the latter.Why did I like it so much?
My throat feels tight, shame sitting like lead in my gut as I force myself off the bed to get dressed. It’s late morning by now, and I haven’t even taken Nova for her walk yet. My whole day is off kilter because of this now.
As I’m tugging my t-shirt over my head, a knock sounds at the door. I glance behind me at Nova, like she would know anything. Her fuzzy ears lift and flop back down as her tail wags a little.
“Who is it, girl? Is it for you?” She, of course, says nothing. “Maybe it’s Hank, your doggy boyfriend.” Her head cocks to the side at the name. Hank was the name of the dog that lived next door to us when we lived in the house with Nathaniel. He’s this adorable black and white mutt, and his nose had a spot on it that made it look heart shaped. They used to love playing together.
A knock sounds again. “C’mon girl,” I say, patting the side of my leg. “Let’s see who’s here, and then we can go for a walk.” Her ears really perk up for that.
Strolling across the apartment, I glance out the window in my living room, seeing the sun shining. Getting to the door, I pull it open, my heart palpitating in my chest. “What are you doing here?”
Mateo holds up a joint, his eyes gleaming. “Wanna smoke this with me?”
He says it so nonchalantly, like he didn’t just piss all over my chest and then subsequently come all over my face.
I can’t help but wonder if he’s ever done that before. Given someone a golden shower. He didn’t seem to be too shocked by the idea, and he went along with it easily enough.Why does the idea of him doing that with someone else make my stomach churn?
Remembering he asked me a question, I shake my head. “Can’t. Going on a walk with Nova.” And as if to further prove my point, I reach behind me toward the coat rack hanging on the wall in the hallway, grabbing the pink leash hanging there.
“I’ll come with you,” he states effortlessly with a shrug. “Let me grab my coat.”
Not bothering to wait for me to agree to him coming along, he spins on his heel, heading back into his apartment across the hall, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded.
What the fuck is happening?
He comes back out a moment later, a black puffer coat and a matching black beanie on. “Ready?”
“Uh…” My brows dip inward as I slip my arms into my coat. “I didn’t say you could come.”
“Don’t be fucking weird,” he scoffs. “It’s a walk,cariño.I’m not asking for your damn hand in marriage. Let’s go.”
He’s so bossy.
Why is that hot? It should be repulsive.
“And give me her leash.” Mateo grabs it from my hand. Clearly, he’s not bothering to wait for approval on anything today.
Quickly shoving my feet into my shoes, I shove my keys and my phone into my pocket, and we leave. It’s hellaciously cold outside. I should’ve taken a page out of Mateo’s book and grabbed a hat.
