Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,15

by his side in an instant, and Micah shivered, gravitating to the warmth that radiated from Travis’s large form.

“Micah?”

He took a slow breath, trying to discern what his body was telling him, but it was difficult. He had the torturous cramps, those painful hours, still fresh in his memory, and his fear made him flinch away from the approaching heat wave long before it could become unpleasant. Was he aroused now? Or was it just a ghost of the feeling playing tricks on him?

“Micah, shh. It’s okay.”

Travis palmed Micah’s cock. Damn, he was hard. In a second, his hole flooded with wetness, and he groaned. His legs shook. Would the waves come even faster now?

“I’ve got you, Micah. Close your eyes. I’ve got you.”

Gentle hands lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and Micah let Travis strip him naked.

“Bend over a little. That’s it.”

He leaned on the counter with his elbows, legs spread, and pushed his ass out. His need was too strong to make him feel self-conscious. Soft warmth touched his pucker. A wet tongue. Oh. Oh!

“Travis?”

Travis licked his crease and circled the flat of his tongue over Micah’s hole. The sensation was fantastic. Micah relaxed, his insides turning to jelly, and he groaned from deep within. His hole opened up, soft and relaxed, no clenching or cramping, just warmth and thrumming arousal as the gentle sweeps of Travis’s tongue sent tendrils of pleasure through his lower body. Then Travis licked inside him and hummed with delight as if Micah tasted better than the breakfast. For a minute, Micah loved the tongue stroking the inner walls of his ass, but soon, he felt empty. The squirming feeling in his hole was both overwhelming and not enough. He was just about to ask Travis for more when the man stood up. How did he know? Sometimes, Micah felt Travis read him better than he read himself, as if he had access to a secret manual to Micah’s body.

The fat, long cock slid inside him, slowly and to the hilt, stretching his slick hole, grazing over his needy gland, and Micah melted with gratitude. That. He needed that.

“You taste just as fantastic as you smell, Micah. Perfect.”

A few slow, sensual thrusts and Micah’s body tingled with happiness. The orgasm slammed into him out of nowhere. No buildup, no deprived begging, no desperate straining, just pleasure, stronger, fiercer, deeper until it burst out of his dick. It didn’t stop. Micah was bathing in it, every cell in his body singing, as the big cock pistoned in and out of his clenching hole. More sensations, so intense, so gratifying, and again.

“Perfect,” he whimpered between moans.

Strong arms enveloped him, Travis’s chest against his back. His feet almost left the ground with the hard thrusts. Travis pressed his forearm on Micah’s chest, and Micah let himself be bent backward while he curved his spine and pushed his ass out. The position made him helpless, but he loved how Travis owned his body, holding him up as if he weighed nothing. A rough hand grabbed his wrist. Guided by the firm grip, Micah laid his palm over his abdomen, curious about what Travis wanted.

“Feel it?” Travis asked. His deep thrusts slowed, and he rolled his hips, stirring Micah’s underbelly with his huge cock.

Micah felt it. A pressure against his palm, his stomach bulging with Travis’s cock. He groaned, the pleasure amplified by the knowledge. How could something so insanely violent feel so good? Travis fisted Micah’s erection and sped up his thrusts, his skin slapping against Micah’s ass, and Micah orgasmed again.

“Love your cock. Love it.”

“I know you do. You can’t stop coming.”

“Aah!”

He was reduced to rhythmic shouts with every hard jab of Travis’s cockhead, his gland pulsing with its own heartbeat, dick and balls tingling with endless streams of ecstasy.

The cock inside him throbbed, the pressure grew, and Micah yelled. His ass stretched to bursting, and raw joy streamed through his veins. This must be nirvana. Travis kept subtly moving the knot inside Micah’s ass, and the bone-deep contentment the pulsating fullness brought was incomparable to anything else Micah had ever felt.

“Damn, sweetheart, you smell like heaven.”

Openmouthed kisses peppered his shoulders. He wanted to turn and kiss Travis on the mouth, but he couldn’t move. He was pinned to the counter, his lower body useless, arms aching. Slowly, he was lowered to the ground until he sat in Travis’s lap, legs folded around Travis’s hips. Travis repositioned them, inevitably jostling the knot, and Micah groaned with