AllFreeNovel
Share Us
With one hand still gripping the headboard, he wraps the other around my throat, squeezing and cutting off my air supply. It sends me over the cliff. Jaw slack and my eyes rolled back, I cry out despite no sound escaping, as my cock pumps out thick ropes, coating my chest in my release. My head swims, lungs aching with a need to fill, but the wanton desire coursing through my body in waves is unparalleled.
When he finally releases me, I drag in gulps of air, my hands flying up to thread through my hair. With two thick fingers, he runs them through my release, shoving them into my mouth. The salty flavor of myself paired with the way his fingers taste is enough to make me come again.
Mateo’s movements start to get jerky, and I know he’s close. I’m suddenly desperate to watch him come undone with my name on his tongue when he does.
“Say my name,” I beg. My legs wrap around him as he drops his face near mine. “Say my name when you come. My real name.”
He takes my lips in a bruising kiss, unadulterated need pouring into me as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. With his forehead rested on mine, his dark, hooded gaze locks on mine. “I’m gonna come,” he pants. “Travis… fuck, I’m coming. Travis… cariño…” He stills, emptying himself inside me. I’m all too aware that he’s inside me raw right now… something I never do.
Resting on top of me for a few minutes, he finally pulls out, removes the clamps from my nipples, and rolls off me. Now that the moment is over, I’m left feeling incredibly awkward. Like I should go home… but I can’t. He saunters into the bathroom, coming out a moment later with a washcloth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lifts my leg slightly, bringing the warm, wet cloth to my hole and cleaning me up.
The gesture is soft and unexpected, but during all of this, we never make eye contact. I can’t tell who’s avoiding it more, me or him.
8
MATEO ROJAS
After I cleaned us up last night, we passed out. He drifted onto my side of the bed throughout the night, curling up next to me and nuzzling his face into my neck. He probably doesn’t even know he did it. I’m up—wide awake—before he is. Flashes of last night come back in heavy waves, crashing into me, causing all the blood in my body to fly south.
Glancing to my left, he’s sound asleep, lips parted as soft snores reach my ears. Blond hair, that’s wild and tousled, sticks up every which way. My eyes dip lower to his bare chest. He didn’t put a shirt on before passing out, so his creamy complexion, marred only slightly by the nail scratches and bite marks I gave him, is on display.
Reaching below the covers, I palm myself over my briefs, squeezing myself almost to the point of pain. This erection needs to go away. I know full well I shouldn’t act on any of the desire coursing through my blood.
I shouldn’t.
But I’m going to.
Scooting a little closer, careful not to disturb him yet, I place my hand on his firm stomach, trailing my hand lower until it slips under the covers. My fingers curl around the thick ridge of his cock, a smirk sliding into place when I find him already hard.
Wonder what he’s dreaming about behind those fluttering eyelids.
Making myself as light as can be, I shimmy down the bed until I’m almost eye level with his hips. He stirs a little, letting out a sleepy sigh, and as if his body can sense what I want to do, he shifts over until his front is turned ever so slightly toward me, giving me better access.
Slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, I shove them down enough to let his beautiful cock spring free, my own twitching behind the confines of cotton. The pretty pink tip glistens as the sunlight beams in from the open window. Using the flat of my tongue, I swipe up the precum leaking from his slit as his hips thrust up a little. I glance up at him, seeing he’s still sleeping.
I close my lips around the flared head, flicking my tongue gently along the underside. He tastes faintly like the pineapple oil I used on him last night and a mouthwatering musk that’s all him. It’s intoxicating. Hollowing my cheeks, I mold my tongue around him, sucking hard as he stirs a little more. His hand absently reaches for something—if I had to guess, probably his cock—but when his fingers thread into my hair, I feel his body jerk as he lifts himself onto his elbows. With him still in my mouth, I peer up at him from beneath my lashes. He moans softly when I twirl my thumb, and when he speaks, it’s thick and raspy from sleep.
“That goddamn tongue ring.” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he shoves me farther down until there’s nothing more for me to take. “God,” he groans, deep and low. “It was only supposed to be one time.”
I pull off him, a smirk tugging on my wet lips as I replace my mouth with my hand, pumping him hard and slow. “Come on, cariño. You didn’t really believe that, did you?”
He grumbles, as if it physically pains him to be unable to deny himself me. Bright blue eyes gaze at me while he watches his cock disappear into my mouth. He bites down on his bottom lip, the act causing my nuts to ache. “Fine,” he finally mutters. “But once the snow clears, that’s it. I mean it.”
Chuckling, I say, “Sure, whatever you say.” You’re not getting rid of me that easily, boy.
He huffs, lying flat on his back. “Now, come fuck me already.”
Shit, you don’t gotta ask me twice.
I roll over, sliding off the bed, and open the chest in front. Rummaging through the junk in there, I grab the bottle of lube. As soon as I drop the bottle onto the bed, I get rid of my briefs, letting them pool on the floor as I climb back over him. He’s already gotten himself completely naked, his heavy eyes watching me as he runs his closed fist up and down his shaft.
Positioning myself between his spread thighs, I slather my cock, drinking all of him in. “Need me to fill you up again, cariño?” My words are taunting as he chews on his bottom lip some more. “Pull your legs back for me, baby. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.”
His face flames as he averts his gaze, sliding his hands behind his knees and pulling them toward his chest. I don’t know why Travis being shy is so endearing, but it is. Makes me think of all the ways I can corrupt him and push him out of his comfort zone.
My oiled-up finger drops to his hole, slipping inside with ease. We didn’t shower last night, and he’s still slick with my cum and worked open from that. “You’re so wet for me already, baby.”
“Oh, my God,” he groans, tossing his head back. “You’re so fucking vulgar. Must you say shit like that to me?”
