Chapter 13 #3
Good lord is he a devastating sight. His large body over top of me.
I’m cradled with the way his arm’s holding me under my leg, and I’m full of him.
His dick, his scent, his shoulder-length hair hitting my face.
His muscles clench with passion as he fucks into me.
I wish I could see the way his ass must be squeezing.
But oh shit. My cock already thinks it’s about to blow its load. I know that’s not how this works—not from the man who just told me all my orgasms are his.
“I’m gonna, gonna come, Trav.”
“No, you’re fucking not.”
Knew it. “Fucking hell, Trav,” I say with all the attitude and tone he doesn’t appreciate.
“Watch it, pretty boy. I knew that mouth of yours was gonna show at some point. You wanna come, don’t you?”
“God, yes. Please.” I might die if he doesn’t let me.
“Then behave yourself.”
Fuck. He makes it so hard, though. “You do realize how fucking hot you are, right?”
He chuckles, running a hand through his sexy hair. “I’m okay, I guess.”
“Trav!”
“Keep being my pretty little sex doll, and maybe I’ll let you come. If I feel like it.”
Okay, so Trav’s a fucking sadist. I suspected that. Not only because he was in a motorcycle gang, but definitely because he was in a motorcycle gang.
I can’t look at him anymore. Looking at him’s such a turn-on in and of itself that I have to block that shit out.
But he also knows what he’s doing with that cock of his.
He slowly takes me apart with it until I don’t know where to put my hands.
I claw at the sheets, but then I settle on clinging to him for dear life.
Every slide of his cock makes my insides ache in the best way. The stretch, the burn, the explosive tingles when he hits my prostate. His teeth nip at my neck, sucking his brand into me.
“I’m gonna come, pretty boy,” he says. “And what are you gonna do—because you don’t have permission?”
Fucking hell. He’s making me pay for my attitude. Lesson learned.
“I’m gonna be a good boy and not come because I don’t have permission,” I half-bite out, half-moan.
“That’s right,” he says, still fucking me with the force of a god as he builds to an inevitable conclusion. He pants. “Take it. Suffer. I wanna see you suffer for me.”
Oh, I’m suffering alright. Staving off my orgasm is sweet torture. Tears prick my eyes and stream down my face from the pressure of holding it in, but I won’t come. I won’t.
Travis’s beautiful cry rips from him as he shakes and shudders out an orgasm, dick pulsing, filling me. I wanna be sticky with his cum. Want him to mark me with it. If I don’t get to come, it’s a suitable consolation prize.
“Good boy,” he says because I held my ground. He wipes a tear away, licking it from his finger. “Fuck, do I love these.”
I’m still at the edge of the bed, he lowers his mouth, poised over my miserable cock. Hot breath ghosts over it. I whimper and moan, crying some more, chest shaking. I’m gonna be such a good fucking boy from now on.
“Time to reward you, baby. Come whenever you want.”
Shit.
I’m on a pinhead. It doesn’t take long with my dick in the succulent cave of his mouth. My body clenches, and I see nothing but white behind my eyelids as I come down his throat. There’s a moment when I think it’s my last. This is too much sensation for one body.
But I don’t die. I live, and oh, what a glorious time to be alive. Trav just sucked me off. The man of every fantasy I’ve ever had.
The only man I’ve ever been in love with.
“How’d you know I’d like all that?” I murmur, half dead. It was the orgasm of my fucking life.
We’re on his bed. There isn’t much light in here with just what’s coming from the window, but it’s enough to illuminate his handsome face. My naked thigh slides over his, scratching against his coarse leg hair, and I breathe him in.
Holy fuck, I’m naked in bed with Travis.
Naked in his bed.
Don’t see that ever getting old.
“I’ve been keeping mental notes about how certain things affect you. I dreamed of doing them—this. I dreamed of doing this to you all season. Got me through a lot of missing you.”
“Did you really miss me that much?”
Trav buries his face into my neck. “Dirk, I thought my heart was gonna seize. Being apart is painful.”
“I’m in love with you, Travis,” I whisper, and it carries across the cool night air, breezing in from the window.
He traces fingers over my sweat-slick skin as if he’s committing me to memory, like he wants to etch this moment into his bones. He places my hand over his heart, the burning fire within him, and his breathing slows. “I love you so goddamn much, Dirk.”
Trav places a tender kiss on my crown, which seems the antithesis of what we just did. This wasn’t just sex; it was a fucking reclaiming. He rebranded himself into me—a mark of ownership and a vow. That’s … kinda perfect. I own you, but, like, with love. I snuggle further into him.
“Do you think the fact that I tried to stay away from you’ll hold up in court?”
“I’m an adult, babe. The court doesn’t have a say.”
“The court of public opinion does. Do you know what they think of guys like me?”
The world falls out of my stomach. I know what they think of the older person in a relationship like ours. They’ll call him a predator. Hell, I know what my brother thinks about Travis, and it’s not fucking nice.
“And…” He huffs. “It’s the last thing I wanna bring up, but what makes me better than that asshole who did what he did to my son?”
“Consent, Trav.”
“I believe you’re consenting, but people will say ugly things, and I can’t blame them. I know what I’d think from the outside, too.”
I sigh against his chest, all of it hitting me hard. I don’t want people looking at Trav that way.
“Even though I wish we could tell everyone, I’m fine for us to stay private, forever if need be.
It’s important to me that no one’s a dick about this to you, Trav.
And, hey, if I never have to tell Hunter, that’s a huge perk.
Hell, we can be that couple who moves to live on a ranch together as ‘friends’,” I say with air quotes around friends. “And never tell a fucking soul.”
“That bad with Hunter, eh?”
“We had the biggest fight we’ve had since before we moved away from Mom.” And I don’t feel like talking about it. Thankfully, Trav can read me pretty well by now, and leaves it.
“How you feeling? You ready for round two?” he says, changing the subject.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the one with the slow refractory period?”
“I take care of myself, pretty boy,” he says, fondling my nuts in a way that pools unchallenged arousal in my belly. His grip has that controlling quality to it, one that says, “I fucking own your ass” and fucking god it undoes me.
“Am I still allowed to make old people jokes at your expense?”
“Depends. Do you like orgasms or not?”
Fuck. My breath. Gone. Just fucking gone. My heart races. “Noted.”
“But just so you know, as much as I love fucking you, I love lying with you too, just like this.” He groans. “This is gonna be hard. You leave tomorrow.”
Didn’t think about that. I’ve finally got what I want, and it’s better than my imagination could conjure, now I’ve gotta leave it?
“You should attend more of your son’s games,” I lecture, because it’ll benefit me.
“When they’re in Canada. I have a criminal record. Leaving the country is tough. I’ve been denied entry to the US.”
Right. I’m in love with a criminal.
“But even if I could, I haven’t followed Dash around the country for his games. It would be weird if I suddenly started now.”
Yeah, I guess it would. I hold him tighter. “Then I guess we’ll have to find other ways to keep in touch.”
“I’m a territorial mother fucker, Dirk.”
“I noticed,” I say. Must be where Dash gets it from. Dash is a little territorial with me. Not like he is with Stace, but it’s clear that he’s got a stamp of ownership on me, too. I’m fine with being claimed as Nolan territory.
He shakes his head as his fingers toy with my hole. “The way I express my territorialism is physical. I’m gonna need to claim you over and over, own you in all kinds of ways. I’m gonna have to get creative during the season. Think you can handle that?”
Trav pries my ass open. It’s still sloppy with his cum. He slides his dick inside but doesn’t move, just like the last time we fucked, letting me be his human cock warmer.
Sigh. That’s fucking better. I wanna stay filled with him like this.
“Honestly, Trav? I fucking crave that. I wanna feel your ownership no matter where I am.”
“Then we’re on the same page.” He frowns.
“Don’t like that frown, Trav. On the same page is good.”
“It is, but there’s one more thing you need to know about me. I don’t really want to tell you,” he admits.
“Does it happen to be about the trip you take up north every summer?”
His brows meet in the middle. “Perceptive fucker.”
I laugh. “No, just a jealous one. Things between us were fragile, and you told Dash you were going up for ‘dad’ time. I was so pissed at you until you got back and, um, it was kind of obvious who you meant when you said your person wasn’t on the road.
For that to be true, you lied to Dash so he wouldn’t wanna go with you.
For you to lie to Dash, it had to be fucking important.
Still haven’t parsed together what it is, though. ”
He pushes the hair off my face. It’s long again. Didn’t take much to grow it to a respectable hockey hair length. It’s not as long or as shaggy as the rest of my friends, but it’s long enough for Trav to control me like a marionette. “The visit is mandatory.”
“As in they make you go?”
He nods. “They’re not just my buddies, they’re crew. A brotherhood. They can’t let me go, or they’d have to kill me, kind of thing. But so long as I satisfy their few demands, all is well. I haven’t had any problems.”
“When you say crew…?”
“They’re active criminals, Dirk. Not the most hardcore criminals out there, but criminals nonetheless.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“Does that change things, pretty boy?” I try to look away, but he maneuvers me by the chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Not for me. I’m done for, Trav—in the best way. But this makes the Hunter thing even worse. I told him your biker gang was like those older guy bike clubs who joyride up the Coquihalla together. He didn’t even like that.”
“A bike club that joyrides? Dirk, you know I’ve been to prison,” he says, his voice darkening to the exact octave I’d expect from a man who’s been to prison.
“What was I supposed to tell him? So, hey, Hunt. Know that older guy you said no to because he’s twenty years older? He was also in a super shady biker gang—one he’s still technically a member of. Promise he doesn’t do crime.”
I let my forehead rest on Trav’s sweaty chest. There’s hair there, and I love the man smell coming off him. Silence wars on for several heartbeats.
“I’m not proud of my past, but I can’t change it.”
I’d like to say Hunter knows that and can see beyond a person’s past, but I’m not sure he’s over his own. Even if he was, different rules would apply to me. They always do.
“If by some miracle he accepts the age gap, we’re gonna go with my story—old man joyriding club.”
Trav wrinkles his nose. “I was a badass, you know.”
“Still are, baby, but not as far as my brother’s concerned.”
“I suppose I can pretend I’m an old man for you.” He winks, his hand returning to toy with my balls as if they’re his personal fidget spinner. His lips press into the sensitive areas of my neck.
My arousal spikes, and I’m panting into his ear. “Am I just a toy to you?”
“My favorite toy, if it helps.” I can’t see his smirk, but I know he’s smirking. “I’ll even let you come again tonight.”
His devilish fingers slide around my hole that’s still filled with his cock, which he refuses to move for some reason.
“Why do I get the impression that’s not gonna be for a while?”
“Because you’re smart.”
Then his lips cover mine, and he takes me under again. Okay, yeah, I’m his toy, his lover, his man, his pretty boy, and whatever the fuck else he wants me to be.