Travis is frozen. Like I made him glitch. He’s staring at me with his baby blue eyes wide, his lips parted open in disbelief, and he hasn’t moved from his position above me. A chuckle rumbles out of me.
“Did I break you,cariño?”
He blinks a few times, tongue poking out to wet his lips. “I, uh… I don’t think I heard you right, is all.”
Travis is a masterpiece right now, and always. Miles of pale skin on display, I can’t help but admire every curve and dip his body has to offer. Where I’m covered in ink, he’s free of it; all untouched flesh. His dick is long and hanging heavy between us, a flushed, swollen pink tip glistening with his arousal. He’s gotta be dying with how hard he is right now, yet he hasn’t made a single move to get himself off.
Reaching up and grabbing him by the back of his neck, I haul him into me. He gasps into my mouth as my tongue sweeps inside. He tastes so fucking good. Slowly, he relaxes into my touch, his body coming down, blanketing mine, with not a single fucking care in the world that I’m covered in cum.
My body is still spasming from the hardest orgasm I think I’ve ever had in my life. The way his one hand worked my cock like a fucking instrument while his other massaged the hell out of my prostate was the most intense experience I’ve ever had.
Every bottoming experience I’ve ever had with someone other than myself was awful. There was little to no prep, spit for lube most of the time, and it was abundantly clear that it was an experience for their pleasure, not mine.
I’ve done butt stuff by myself before, but the end result was never likethat. That was fucking mind blowing. I saw stars as I came, and I thought for a second I was going to pass out. My entire body tensed and twitched, and when my release finally hit me, an insane tidal wave of pleasure rushed through my entire body, limb to limb. It was unlike anything, and I never knew it could be like that.
The kiss breaks, but we make no move to separate. It’s like neither of us can get close enough to the other tonight. Our breathing is heavy, chests heaving.
“You heard me right,” I whisper against his mouth. “I want you to fuck me,cariño.”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” I laugh. “Why do you look so terrified?”
“I just…” He lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “I just want it to be good for you.”
My entire body warms, chest tightening, at his admission. At the sincerity in his tone. And it’s how I know, without a shadow of a doubt, hewillmake it good for me.
“You will,” I assure him, wholeheartedly believing that.
He nods, lip tipping up in a smile that makes my stomach clench. Finding the lube, he applies more to his fingers, thoroughly working me open. It’s not so bad since he was just knuckle deep in there a few minutes ago, but he still takes his time.
Once he seems satisfied, he pours some directly on his cock, lathering it around, and getting himself nice and slick before setting the bottle to the side and lining himself up to my entrance. My heart hammers in my chest at the feel of his blunt tip pressed up against me, the air leaving my lungs in a huge exhale.
His eyes meet mine, and the emotion pouring out of them takes my breath away. But it isn’t until I give him a quick, subtle nod that he pushes forward, inching his way into my body. He goes slow, giving me time to breathe and get used to his size. He’s significantly larger than the fingers he used on me earlier, but the burn and the stretch aren’t so overwhelming that I can’t handle it.
With Travis, it’s very easy to slip into this bubble of just him and I. It’s easy to forget that there’s a whole world around us, and this time is no different. Travis gives us a moment once he’s fully seated, and I’m already dying for him to move. To fuck me in all the ways I’ve fucked him.
Once his hips begin to rock into me, the burn quickly gives way to a pleasure I’m not used to feeling. It’s different, but amazing. My hand wraps around him, gripping his tight, firm ass, pushing him into me farther.
Sweat beads on his forehead and his cheeks are flushed, lip tucked between his teeth as he bites down so hard on it, I’m surprised it doesn’t bleed.
“Come on,mi amor. Give it to me harder.” To emphasize my point, I wrap my legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Travis blows out a laugh, sitting back on his haunches to pick up the pace. “You aren’t in control here, Matty. You don’t get to top me from the bottom. It’s my turn.”
I’ll never admit this out loud, but hearing him call meMattyfeels so right. I kind of love it, and I’ve never loved anybody calling me that. Not even Miguel, and he’s done it our whole lives.
I snort. “I’m always in control,cariño. The sooner you realize that, the better.”
Arching a brow, he asks, “Is that right?”
“You know it, baby,” I quip, winking at him.
Surprising me, he pulls out, flipping me onto my stomach in one swift move. Grabbing my hips, he hikes them up, arching my back before sliding back inside me. The move happens so quickly, I have no time to react, a choked gasp falling from my lips at the sudden change in position.
Hands planted on the pillow beside my head, he covers my body as his hips roll into mine, bringing his lips right next to the shell of my ear. “You were saying?”
He chuckles darkly, and it causes a chill to roll down my spine. Despite already coming, my dick is thickening up again, throbbing as he fucks into me with purpose. A yelp is pulled from me when the sting of his hand cracking down on my ass cheek reverberates through my body.
