“Mateo…more,” he begs. “I need more. Please.”
A growl rips from my throat as I pull off of him. “Mmm, what is it that you need,cariño?”
He whimpers, the sound rolling through me, wrapping around my being like moss. “F-fuck me,” he cries out as I sit back, taking my hands completely off him. “Please!”
Travis’s body is flushed, glistening with sweat as the early morning sunshine beams in through the opening in the curtains, blanketing him in a warm, angelic glow.
I’m almost glad he’s blindfolded so he can’t see the way I’m ogling over him.
“Lube?” I ask, my voice breathy.
Travis tips his chin to the left. “Bedside table.”
My heart is racing a mile a minute, my hands practically trembling as I reach for the little clear bottle in the drawer. Sinking into him, feeling his tight warmth surround me, is suddenly all I can think about. Pouring the cool gel onto my fingers, I work him open thoroughly but swiftly, anticipation and need prickling at my nerve endings.
Once I’m sure he’s well prepped, I lather up my length, lining up to his pretty pink hole. I sink inside, both of us groaning. His velvety hot channel sucks me in, gripping me tightly as he wraps his legs around my hips. His hands tug on the restraints to no avail, and he lets out a frustrated whimper that has my nuts aching.
“Goddamn,cariño,” I growl, gripping onto his hips as I pull all the way out, sliding back home, my head dropping onto my shoulders at how fucking good he feels. “Your pretty little pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it, baby?”
He cries out, his cheeks splashing a blushing pink. “Yes… fuck, yes, it does.”
His admission fuels the fire raging through my veins, the heat only intensifying each time I brush against his sweet spot, causing his hole to constrict against my cock. It’s heavenly, the way he feels.
Reaching up, I rip the tie off his face, his baby blues finding my gaze automatically. “My hands,” is all he says, tugging against the other ties for emphasis.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Not yet,cariño.”
Sitting back on my calves, I lift his lower half, raising him up and down my shaft, the new angle seemingly hitting all the right spots inside of him because his jaw drops open, eyes rolling back. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps. “Oh, holy fuck. Shit…yessss.”
His body writhes as I pound into him, my name falling off his lips in a chant, mixed in with other inhuman sounds that feed the gluttonous beast in my soul. There’s nothing more beautiful than when Travis lets go. When he gives himself over to the pleasure I can give him. He shoves aside all his issues, his insecurities, his qualms with me, and he just feels. There’s nothing quite like it. It’s a glorious thing to witness, especially when his lust-fueled eyes drink me in as I feed his greedy cunt every last inch of my cock.
I can feel myself getting close, so I decide to put him out of his misery and untie his hands. Wrapping my arms around his middle, I haul him into my lap, drilling into him from below. His arms find purchase around my neck, his lips right beside the shell of my ear as he moans breathlessly.
My balls tighten up to my body, and he feels too damn good to hold back. “Want me to come into this tight pussy?” I growl, tightening my hold on him. “Fill you up like the fucking cum slut I know you love to be, hmm? Have you feel me drip out of you messily for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, God…” Travis pulls back, his soft, warm palm cupping my cheek. “Do it,” he begs. “Please, Mateo.Please.”
His mouth crashes down on mine as soon as the plea leaves his lips. Hungry tongues clash together, swiping and tasting and professing. It’s my undoing. I spill inside of him, a deep-throated groan rumbling out of me as tears spring to my eyes from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Between us, I can feel him explode. Thick, hot spurts of cum marking my chest as he cries out into my mouth.
The moment feels supercharged, everything about it heightened. We kiss our way through both of our releases, taking and giving in equal measures. By the time we finish, we’re both out of breath and utterly spent.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
Travis snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, holy shit is right.”
Lying him on his back, I pull out, watching with pride as my seed spills out of him. Using my thumb, I shove it back inside, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of his thigh.
“We should stop the games and give this a real go. What do you say,cariño?” Looking back on this moment, I don’t think I’ll ever know what came over me or why I thought it was a good idea to blurt that out. Post-nut psychosis, maybe.
The look of part-confusion, part-horror, plastered on Travis’s face would normally be funny, but right now, it has my gut shooting up into my throat, lodging itself there, making it hard to breathe.
“What? Absolutely not.” He sits up, knees pulled into his chest. “This”—he indicates between us—“isn’t anything. It can’t be.”
My heart is pounding. It feels as if my chest is sliced wide open and everything—all the muscles, tendons, guts, organs, everything—is spilling out and on display. It’s unsettling, and I suddenly need to leave.
Barking out a laugh, I jump up off the bed, reaching for my clothes. “No, yeah, of course,” I mumble. “I know what you mean. I was joking.”
Something passes through his eyes, and he rises off the bed. “Wait, Mateo…”
