Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,66
around the beer bottle, legs dangling from the countertop, cheeks pink and eyes glistening.
The shrill tone of Travis’s phone interrupted them.
“Sorry. I forgot to turn the sound off. It’s probably my dad.”
“Go take it.”
Travis found the phone in the hall, still in his jacket pocket. He dialed back.
“I’m fine, back at the chalet,” he said without preamble.
“You were supposed to message me when you arrived. You know I worry when you drive long distances.”
“Sorry, I got distracted.”
Travis walked back to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. Micah smiled at him and took another sip from the beer, his naked feet swinging a little.
“Distracted, you say?”
“Um.”
“I’ll visit you next week. I want to meet him.”
Travis ran his gaze down the opening in Micah’s robe.
“Can you wait for two weeks?”
“Very well, then. But we’ll come for the whole weekend.”
“I’ll get the guest room ready for you. Say hi to Pa.”
“I will. Give my regards to Micah.”
“Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, Travis. Take care.”
He hung up and turned the sound off. After leaving the phone on the kitchen table, he stepped back between Micah’s parted knees. He pried the bottle from Micah’s hand and finished the last of the beer in one swig.
“Bed?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
It was a sight fit for the gods. Micah put his knees under himself, spreading his legs, his chest on the bed, and he clutched the pillow in his arms. With his flawless ass cheeks parted, his crease exposed, he looked like a delicious meal. Travis touched the little opening with his fingertips, caressing gently, and Micah shivered. Running his fingers through Micah’s crease, over his taint and smooth balls, Travis let his desire burn hotter and then smolder. He bent down and kissed Micah’s pucker softly.
“Travis, please.”
“What, Micah? What do you need?” Another kiss, lingering.
“Talk to me. Touch me. Fuck me.”
Travis licked the sensitive skin and smiled. His innocent sweetheart liked dirty talk.
“You want me to whisper filthy words into your skin before I defile your little hole?”
Micah sighed when Travis rubbed his thumb over his taint, creating pressure on his gland. “Yes.”
“It’s so tiny, love. How will I ever get my fat dick in there, hm? Sweet, innocent hole. You’re a virgin all over.”
“Please, I want your cock. I missed you so much.”
Travis pushed at Micah’s pucker, sliding his finger higher, imitating a fucking motion. His mouth continued to spill nonsense, but Micah shuddered with every crude word.
“My beautiful virgin, I need to teach you how to take a fat cock. You’ll love it. Soon you’ll be begging to ride my cock every night.”
“Fuck me, Travis, now!”
“You’re not in heat, my darling horny monster. Patience. I need to get you slick enough. I’m going to kiss your lovely hole and fuck it with my tongue until you come. When you’re drooling slick all over the bed, then I’ll ram my cock in as deep as it’ll go.”
Teasing Micah’s little pucker with his tongue, Travis grabbed his cock and squeezed. He’d get to have Micah again. It felt so improbable, surreal. He licked inside, coaxing the shy hole open. The sounds Micah made when Travis rimmed him were out of this world. He tasted sweet slick on his tongue, and the smell made his balls ache. Micah was so slim and delicate, the signs of his heat long gone. His asshole could barely take two fingers, but Travis knew that once he got Micah aroused enough, he’d ride Travis’s cock like he’d been made to do it.
Micah rocked his hips, moaning and groaning with pleasure, and he tried to get Travis’s tongue deeper.
Travis took Micah’s twitching cock in his hand and just held it, no stroking or squeezing, and Micah fucked into his fist, finding his rhythm.
“I’m so close,” he whined.
One more teasing lap with the flat of his tongue and Travis lifted his head and stared at the small, softened opening.
“Push, Micah. Show me how slick you are.”
With a moan, Micah obeyed, and the ring of muscles widened a little. Pink and glistening, dark emptiness waiting inside, just begging Travis to fill it, to appease the needy flutter of wet flesh.
“God, that’s beautiful. I love your gorgeous ass. It’s begging for a hard fucking.”
Travis jabbed into the open hole with his tongue, and Micah gasped, his pucker clenching around the tip.
“Again, c’mon.”
“So empty… Travis!”
“Push, Micah. Show me.”
Micah’s hole widened again, the ring protruding subtly, and he panted. A little of the clear liquid escaped, trickling down his taint.
“There. Fuck, you’re sexy. Your tiny hole is