I just took Nova downstairs to go potty. When we got back upstairs, she was staring at me expectantly, like she was starving and couldn’t wait a minute longer for breakfast. After rummaging through his cabinets, I found her food. I don’t know when I became the guy to wake up and walk and feed someone else’s dog. If this were anyone other than Travis, I feel like I would’ve woken up and gone straight home.
Now, I’m back in Travis’s room, watching him as hestillsleeps, but that’s about to change. Similar to the first morning we spent together during the snowstorm, I’m horny, and hungry as fuck for a taste of Travis. Snooping as quietly as possible in his closet, I find exactly what I’m looking for, grabbing them quickly and padding back over to the bed.
He stirs as I secure his left hand to the headboard, and by the time I fully secure his right, his eyes have peeled open and he’s watching me with a sleepy, but unsurprised gaze. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, voice raspy.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I retort. “I’m getting ready to have my filthy way with you,cariño.”
Travis tugs on the restraints, heaving a sigh when he doesn’t get very far. “Must you tie me to my own bed using my own ties? I wear those for work, you know.”
“Yeah, well, we aren’t at my house where all the real equipment is, so we must improvise.” Flashing him a wide grin, I grab the third tie sitting beside him, and use it to wrap around his head, covering his eyes.
“You can’t be serious,” he deadpans.
“Oh, but I am,cariño.” Placing a quick peck on his lips, I bring my hand down roughly on his cheek, using it to grip his face in my palm. “Now, hush, baby, and let me take care of you.”
His Adam’s apple bobs on a harsh swallow, but he doesn’t say anything else.
My eyes greedily rake over Travis’s body as he lies before me, vulnerable and unable to move. His chest is already bare, having taken his shirt off last night, but from the waist down, he’s in a pair of boxers that are getting more snug by the minute as his cock thickens behind the cotton.
A smirk pulls at my lips, knowing he’s getting aroused by this just like I am.
The sleepy, throaty groan that pulls from him when my fingers tweak his tiny pink nipple rolls through me like tornado, stirring arousal deep in my balls, making me want to hear more and more of that sweet fucking sound. I bend down, running the flat of my tongue over the now erect bud before sucking it into my mouth. His skin is an intoxicating mix of salty and sweet, my mouth watering as I switch to the other one, giving it the same treatment.
Goosebumps break out all along his flesh as my tongue licks across his chest, up to his neck. My pulse quickens as his body trembles beneath my touch. He’s always been so responsive for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. The pads of my fingers dance along his hip bones as I pepper his throat with kisses that turn into little red marks.
Travis groans, his hips lifting to seek me out. “Fuck, Mateo…”
I love that he can’t move, can’t see. He’s completely helpless to me and my desires. His body is wound up tight, lit up like live wire, and with every single brush of my tongue or nip of my teeth, he’s that much closer to detonating. To exploding. And I haven’t even got to the good stuff yet.
“You like this,cariño?” My fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down.
Travis nods, lifting his hips, his stiff cock jutting out and slapping his abs. “Touch me,” he pleads.
Chuckling, I say, “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
His dick is pulled taut and angry, the bulbous tip glistening with his growing arousal. My eyes travel up, taking in the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the marks on his collarbone and neck, various shades of red. His bottom lip is red and swollen from where he’s been biting down on it, and his hair is in a disarray, dirty blond strands sticking up every which way.
He’s such a beautiful, stunning, infuriating man.
Ninety percent of the time, he wants nothing to do with me, and I can’t seem to get enough of it. From the very first time we slept together, I’ve felt this pull to him. This possessiveness over him. And it’s only growing stronger as the days pass.
Seeing him with my family last night, seeing the way he fit in so well, and then having him notice the tension I felt from being near Robbie without me even having to tell him, only to have him dance with me. It’s like he knew exactly what I needed to calm down without me having to breathe a single word of it. To top the whole night off, coming back here afterward and him listening to me as I tell him things I’ve never told anybody else. I honestly don’t know what came over me, or why I decided to share what I did. It felt… right. Like I could trust him fully. I can pretend all I want that last night didn’t change something for me, but it’s a fucking lie, because as I sit here right now, with him undressed and willing for me, my chest aches with something so wholly unfamiliar, it scares me.
The longing in my bones for him, the way my mindalwaysgravitates toward him lately, and hell, even the way I feel some sort of odd attachment to his fucking dog… it’s so unlike me. And I feel like it should worry me more than it does, especially considering he’s still firmly in theI hate Mateostance most of the time. Although, maybe after what we shared last night, that’ll lessen a little more.
But even if it doesn’t, I don’t fucking care.
I don’t care if he thinks he can’t stand me.
I don’t care if I have to fight him every step of the way.
I don’t care because whether or not he believes it, he’s fuckingmine.
Lowering my head, I run the flat of my tongue along the underside of his cock, a shaky whimper falling from his lips moments before he bites down on his lip again. I breathe out a laugh before closing my lips around him, the salty flavor of his pre-cum exploding on my taste buds.
He’s a high unlike any other. A high I never plan to get sober from.
He slides all the way to the back of my throat, his entire body thrumming with need. Spit dribbles out of my mouth, and I use it to slip a finger through his crack until I’m circling his tight, puckered hole. Working a finger in, his cock leaks onto my tongue, and I moan around his length. He tastes so fucking good.
