Oakley
My racing heart threatens to escape my chest. I was happy just to come over and fuck his brains out. Show him what he was missing.
But that damn kiss. Holy shit. I’ve never experienced a kiss like that in my life. I felt it everywhere. I got lost in it in a way I never have before. His lips were as soft as I’d imagined, but they were also firm and demanding.
He wasn’t just a pliant participant, letting me do my thing. With Travis, there was push and pull. There was almost a fierceness to it. Yeah, that’s it. It was fierce. Angry and passionate but also soft and willing.
When he stopped kissing me back, I thought it was over. That he’d push me away and I’d have to fight my way back in. I wouldn’t have been above begging at that point. Offering up my truck for another shot. But he didn’t push me away.
He just wanted to slow down. His hands moving over me slowly as he touched every part of me was enough to nearly drive me insane, but in the best possible way.
His touch was just as firm as his mouth, but it was gentle too.
Like he almost couldn’t believe he was touching me, that he was able to take his time exploring.
So I didn’t dare move or speak. I stood still, my cock pleading for relief, but it’s just going to have to wait. I want this for him. I want this for me.
I want the time. This moment.
Because I know he’s going to overthink this. I know he’ll likely regret it, although I hope to hell not, and I selfishly want the memory.
Why? I’m not exactly sure.
He moves closer to me, and I suck in a harsh breath before he presses his lips to mine, softly exploring my mouth, like he did with his hands on my body. He nips lightly on my lower lip and then on the upper one, before languidly fucking my mouth with his tongue.
I can’t resist the urge to touch him anymore and slide my hand up his smooth back and grasp the back of his neck, holding him in place and deepening the kiss.
He grunts, running his hands over my chest and pecs as he kisses me back.
He doesn’t have as much muscle as I do. He’s leaner, but his body is defined and beautiful.
Hard everywhere. Including his dick that slides against mine every so often.
To say Travis Wyatt is beautiful would be an understatement.
He’s perfect. That’s just a fact. His hard body against mine is my new addiction, I can feel it, my brain attaching to this memory and holding on. Knowing I’ll desperately want this over and over.
When his hand grips both our cocks, I close my eyes hard, my body firing with intense pleasure as I thrust into his hand and our cocks slide against each other.
“Yes,” he gasps against my mouth.
“Oh holy fuck,” I say between heated kisses and thrusting in a perfect rhythm with him. Who knew cock against cock could feel so damn good? I mean, seriously? I had no idea, but I’m addicted now.
“Yes, Oakley.” My name on his lips spurs me on. It’s a beautiful sound. One I want to hear over and over.
“Are you close? I want to feel you come so damn bad, Travis. I want you to scream my name when you do.”
“Oh, Jesus,” he says, his cock sliding over mine, our precum making the glide easy because we’re both leaking like crazy.
“Oakley,” I correct, and he bites my bottom lip, but he’s smiling and panting.
“Oh fuck, Oakley.” He tosses his head back, and I take the opportunity to suck on his neck, over his Adam’s apple and his jawline. I nibble as he pants and throws his hips forward. “I’m so damn close.”
I grip his ass in both hands, pulling him to me. “Me too. Come with me, Travis. You’re so fucking hot.”
“Oh, God,” he moans, his head still thrown back, and he looks blissed-out.
“Oakley,” he gasps, not exactly a shout, but it’s just as beautiful as I imagined.
His body draws up tight, the veins in his neck banded with tension just as he comes, and his warm, sticky cum coats his hand, my cock, and our bodies, which is enough to set off my own orgasm.
Pleasure shoots down my spine to my balls as I empty them, combining our releases as he strokes us until neither of us can take it anymore.
He lowers his chin, and I press my forehead to his, both of us trying to catch our breath as I take in the sight of our cocks in his hand, covered in cum. His stomach muscles flex with every single pant of breath.
It was slow and frantic at the same time. The best damn orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. The best kiss. The best fucking everything.
His eyes close as he takes a deep breath, and then he pulls back to look into my eyes. Fear floods my system because I don’t want him to say this was a mistake. I don’t want him to push me away.
I don’t want him to overthink this.
His eyes open, and I see a blissed-out, sexy grin on his swollen red lips. “Damn, Oakley. Sometimes you do have good ideas.”
I laugh and shove him playfully as he laughs too, releasing us and shoving me back. “We should get cleaned up.”
“Your shower big enough for the both of us?”
His eyes slyly slide over my body before he shrugs.
“I guess we’ll find out.” He starts toward the bathroom, and I take a moment to admire his firm ass as he walks.
Goddamn, he has a nice ass. He shoots a wink over his shoulder at me like he knows exactly what I was just doing, and he doesn’t scold me for it. “Come on. I want to do that again.”
Well, hot damn. I think he’s actually going to just go with this for once. No overthinking. Not being very Travis Wyatt. While that’s not always a bad thing, and I’m sure I could stand to think about some things a little more, I’m glad he’s going to give this a try.
For once, he’s going to try the Oakley Easton way.
And I’m determined to show him just how fun that can be.