“Oh, God…”
The flat of his tongue runs along the side of my neck. “You know there’ll be no one else, right,cariño? Whether you want to believe it or not, you’re. Fucking.mine.” Each word is spoken with a violent strike of his hips. “My lips to kiss. My body to mark. My pussy to fill.Mine.”
“Mateo… oh, fuck!”
Mateo’s gruff, boisterous laugh washes over me. “Are you gonna come listening to me claim you,cariño?”
I nod feverishly. “I’m close… so… fucking… close.”
With a growl, he nips at my ear. “Then come for me,mi amor. Show me how much being mine turns you on. Show me how much me owning you turns you inside out.”
That’s it. I’m a goner. Heat spreads rapidly through the base of my spine, through my balls, until I’m coming hard, completely untouched, against the front of this cross. Mateo doesn’t let up either. He lets go of one of the cuffs, grabbing my chin to roughly turn my face to the side, smashing our mouths together as his tongue delves inside.
The hunger, the want, the need, all of it is potent on his tongue as it tangles and meshes with mine. It takes as much as it gives, his hips undulating into me. He grunts into my mouth, body stiffening against mine as he spills into me.
We stand there together for several moments, him still inside of me, as we both work on steadying our breathing. Eventually, he uncuffs my hands before leaning down to do the same to my ankles. I rub at both my wrists, my arms tired as fuck.
“Come here,” he says, reaching for my hand and leading me out of the room and into the living room. He sits me down on the couch, leaving me for a moment, only to come back with a bottle of water. He uncaps it, handing it to me as I chug most of it in one go. Once I’m finished with it, he twists the cap back on, setting it on the side table before having me lay my head in his lap.
There’s a blanket resting on the back of the couch that he grabs, covering me with it as one hand strokes through my hair, which is probably disgustingly sweaty, and the other slips under the blanket, massaging my very sore backside. Neither of us says anything during this process, but we sit there as he does this for probably close to twenty minutes.
The emotion swirling around inside of me feels uncontrollable. My eyes sting, my throat aches. I’m overwhelmed with how good his gentle touches feel. I’m overwhelmed with how all of him is making me feel right now. Eventually, my eyes get heavy and sleepy, my body more relaxed than it’s been in who knows how long, and my chest swells with an emotion I can’t quite place.
Or maybe I can, I’m just not ready to.
34
MATEO
The door to my apartment creeks as it opens, and glancing over my shoulder, my eyes connect with Travis’s baby blues, a grin tugging on his plump, pink lips. “Hey,cariño. About time your ass gets here.”
“Well, I’m sorry we can’t all slum it at home all day,” he mutters sarcastically. “Some of us have jobs to get to.”
“Oh, fuck you,” I growl, turning and hauling him into me. The kiss we share is heated and passionate, my tongue slipping past his parted lips, tangling with his, and ending much too soon.
Benny’s having the office repainted, so he gave Miguel and me the day off, which has been really fucking nice. Lying around in pajamas all day, watching trash TV, snacking and smoking to my heart’s content, is the highlight of my week… Until now, of course.
Travis’s work, on the other hand, has been insane for the past week and a half. Apparently, they’re amping up to bring on a couple more high-profile clients, so we’ve barely seen each other.
It’s been about a month since he let me paddle him against the St. Andrews Cross. Things between us have continued since that night, minus the hate. We’ve started hanging out more often, doing things other than just having sex. Now, don’t get me wrong, we’re still having sex, but it’s like he’s allowing an actual friendship to form too.
I don’t fucking want a friendship with him, though. No, not even close. I want everything with him, but I feel like he still has this wall up that I can’t seem to tear down. As the days pass and my feelings only grow deeper, it’s driving me nuts and making me desperate. I was trying to ease the bricks down, one by one, and now I’m ready to make a sledgehammer move instead. Knocking down that wall around his heart will be the only way he’ll be able to see what we could be.
“What are you making?” Travis asks against my lips.
“Just some skillet enchiladas. You hungry?”
“Starving. There was a last-minute meeting this afternoon, and I skipped lunch.”
Turning back to the stove, I turn the oven down to simmer. “Wanna go into my room and grab a joint from my dresser?” I glance over my shoulder at him. “We can smoke before we eat.”
“Um, yes, please,” he replies dramatically. “That sounds perfect.”
After we get a nice buzz going and eat our body weights in enchiladas, we curl up on the couch together, turning onShameless. Travis had never seen a single episode of this show until a few weeks ago, but I have opened his eyes, and now we watch it together whenever we get a chance.
Lying here with him like this feels so natural. I don’t get why he won’t just give in and take the leap already. Travis has got to be one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met… and that’s saying a lot coming fromme.
Burying my nose in the hair atop his head, I inhale, getting dizzy on his scent. “Want to go grab Nova, and you guys can stay the night?”
