Chapter 13 #2
I keep my eyes closed while I kiss him, working each button of his plaid shirt open, tracing the hot skin over his abs before I push the shirt away from his shoulders.
He deepens the kiss, and I explore with my hands first, filling in the ridges and valleys of him with my mind.
Letting his familiar scent burrow into my senses.
We come up for air, panting. I open my eyes.
Trav’s nearing his mid-forties, but you’d never know it.
Fuck, I’d go as far as to say your forties isn’t as old as some people make it out to be.
He works out, and outside of working out, he’s active.
He’s got the largest pecs I’ve ever seen up close and a perfect V, tapering down to his crotch.
His dick’s better than I could have dreamt up. Long, thick, uncut.
Hard.
He’s so fucking hard for me.
One of his hard-working hands strokes his cock a few times. Bet those callused hands feel so good, scratching their way up and down like that. “I hope you know you’ve fucking asked for it, Dirk. I was gonna let you go home tonight.”
“I am home.” I can take whatever he wants to throw at me. I belong right here.
He’s staring again. Don’t know what that means. He keeps looking at me. He’s always looking at me.
Trav throws me against the wall, face forward this time. My palms meet the flat surface. Crack! Hot pain blooms over my right ass cheek through my cotton boxers, but I’m quickly divested of those as he pulls them halfway down my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.”
“Trav.” Asshole.
“Can’t help it. You are.”
My other cheeks heat, the ones on my face.
Pretty. Him calling me pretty does something to me.
Most of me isn’t what you’d call pretty, but it’s my fucking eyes.
I have feminine eyes because of my damn lashes.
It doesn’t help that the irises are bright fucking blue.
Okay, maybe my lips are plump for a dude, and they’re kinda pouty for one too, but that’s it.
The rest of me’s so damn masculine that no one but an alpha male like Trav would dare call me pretty.
He crowds me from behind. “I wanna defile that pretty face. God, I wanna do the dirtiest things to you, Dirk. Your brother should beat the shit outta me for my thoughts alone.”
I groan. “Don’t talk about my brother when we’re about to fuck.”
“Get these wet,” he says. Without much warning than that, two beer-flavored fingers shove into my mouth. I gag around them, but I refuse to let them leave my mouth before they’re good and wet. I know where they’re going, and I wanna do a good job for him.
The length of his thick cock presses between my cheeks. I want it in me so bad.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Suck.”
Pretty boy. Fucking hell, Trav. I burn hot with humiliation. Sweet, sweet humiliation. He’s the only one who gets to call me pretty boy. If anyone else does, they’re getting their teeth knocked out.
A callused hand—one of the ones I’ve been fucking dreaming about—wraps around my cock. But not for pleasure. To trap me there. Control me.
“You think I like having to watch other men make eyes at you?” He fucks my mouth with his fingers. I take it, moaning around them. The question’s rhetorical anyway. “If only they could see you now, taking what I give you, being so pretty for me.”
God. Fuck. Jesus fuck.
They might as well be in the room with us.
It’s as if their eyes are burning into me as they watch me debasing myself for Travis.
Fuck, I’d like that. Love that. Travis making me do humiliating shit in front of people.
Wonder if he’d do it? He’s possessive as fuck, so I doubt it, but it’s a nice fantasy.
He pulls his fingers outta my mouth, a string of saliva’s all that connects them to my lips now.
“You only do this for me, don’t you, pretty boy?”
“Only you.”
“I don’t share,” he says as if I didn’t already know that, poking those wet fingers at my ass. “Spread. Wider for me, baby. That’s it.”
I’m on fire. Literal fire.
I can only spread so far with the boxers still trapping my legs, but he’s not gonna accept that as an excuse. I widen my stance as much as I can, straining the elastic.
The first round is a smooth twist into me, shallow but firm. The second is a sinful shove. Deep. Hitting my prostate like an exploding firecracker.
“You gonna be good for me if I fuck you?”
“Fuck. Yes,” I say, breathless. “Goddammit, Trav. I’ll be go-good. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
I’m already about to cry, and he’s barely done anything. His fingers pick up the pace, fucking into me with wild abandon, getting me ready for his cock.
“But see, we have a problem. I—”
“Trav,” I complain. I’m beyond horny. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I might die.
He drops my cock to smack my ass. “When I talk, you listen, understood?”
I swallow. “Y-Yes.”
His hand grips my cock again. I like it there. Warm and trapped. “I don’t know what the fuck it is about you, but I don’t want to simply have you. I want to own you. Everything. This ass, your cock, every orgasm you’ll ever have. It’s … terrifying.”
“Please. I w-want that. Please.” If he’s as fucking clueless as the rest of our crew, I’m gonna rectify that immediately.
I know I come off as a fucking force to the guys—because I am—but that’s not what I’d want to be for Trav.
Not exactly. I’d love to give myself to him.
I have already. Doesn’t he see that? Maybe other men look at me, but I’m not looking at them.
That’s all the words I have left. His fingers pull the dirtiest whimpers from me.
I slap my hand against the wall over and over.
As much as I love what he’s doing, I want him to fill me with that big dick of his.
But I’ve gotten the message loud and clear: I’m not in charge; he is, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I let my forehead fall against the wall, taking what he gives me like a good fucking boy.
“I can be good, so good for you, Trav,” I promise like my life depends on it. Is he really that worried about needing to own me? He already does. I’ve been doomed for a long time now.
His fingers leave my ass, and his massive arms wrap around me, pressing me tight against him from behind. He sucks my ear into his mouth, breathing me in.
“Show me how good you can be. Turn around and get on your knees. I want those pretty eyes looking up at me.”
As I turn, he pulls my boxers off the rest of the way, and I’m just as naked as he is, but I feel even more naked somehow. I let my palms trace down his body as I sink, tilting my head back, so I’m looking up.
“Suck my balls into your mouth, pretty boy. Swirl them with your tongue.”
I do exactly as he says. Trav definitely manscapes, but there’s still enough hair to tickle the inside of my mouth. He groans. “That’s it. God, you’re fucking perfect. Lick up the shaft, get it nice and wet for me.”
Gathering saliva, I lathe my tongue up and down his cock. Fucking hell. I’m here, I’m doing it—licking Trav’s cock. I’ve dreamed of this moment. Envisioned it while I stroked my cock into a desperate orgasm.
I try to suck. His grip tightens in my hair. “I said lick, not suck. I punish in orgasm denial, Dirk. I’m sure you don’t want that.”
I most certainly fucking do not.
Even if it sounds hot as fuck.
Mending my ways quickly, I return to licking up and down his shaft and sucking his nuts into my mouth as instructed, relishing in the musky taste of him.
His dick’s soaked in my saliva, but I summon more from the depths of me, hoping he’s gonna sink it into me just like this.
I’m nice and open back there from the hard fucking I received from his fingers.
I need to be filled. He slaps my cheek, gently.
“On the bed, pretty boy. On your back. I want you to pull your knees into your chest and then pry them apart. Show me my hole.”
Fuck, he’s filthy. But how depraved am I? Because I don’t think about it, I just do, gagging for his dick in my ass, his unrelenting dominance. He spanks my hole a few times.
“Good boy.”
My face warms. I’m a sucker for praise like that.
He fishes something from the bedside drawer, and I peer to look. Lube.
“Don’t worry, pretty boy. You did a good job getting my dick wet. That was an exercise in obedience, by the way, and you obeyed me so good. You’ve earned my cock. But I don’t think I can hold back, I want a little extra lubricant just in case.”
I smile, letting the praise shower over me.
Cold lube hits my crack. I yelp with a flinch, but I don’t dare let myself close, keeping myself open for him. I’m his to view. His to use.
His bare cock is next, sliding back and forth between my cheeks, teasing my hole that so desperately wants him. He’s gonna make me ache for it. Beg for it.
“C’mon, Trav. Please.” And fuck if my devious mind doesn’t come up with the perfect way to manipulate him. The way he’s always looking at me. Pretty Boy. Dare I? I dare. I blink my long lashes, being his perfect, pretty boy. “Please use my pretty hole.”
“Fuck.”
It’s not a nice slide into my hole; it’s brutal. He’s a lion on a mission to claim.
But I fucking asked for it.
And oh, fucking god am I here for it.
Trav growls, sinking that large cock of his into a hole that belongs to him. And if I didn’t know it, he shows me. Shows me how much he fucking owns my ass.
The bump of his biceps muscles clenches under my right hamstring, taking over the job of holding my leg in place as he fucks into me over and over again.
He rams into me, unfettered, without any of the shame I usually see living in him because of his feelings for me.
I’m simply his heart’s desire, his dick’s desire, and I belong to him.