Micah’s ear and caressed Micah’s soft cock, then traveled lower, grazing Micah’s crease under the water. “What else did you like?”
Micah hummed. “Everything.”
Running his hands along Micah’s inner thighs, Travis massaged him slowly, the water sloshing, and Micah’s arousal simmered. Glum memories dispersed in anticipation of more sensual delights.
“Tell me,” Travis commanded, and those two simple words sounded so seductive, Travis’s voice deep and raspy with desire.
“The first second when you push into me, stretching me open. For just a moment, it feels impossible, but then you glide in so easily, and it’s such a relief to feel you. I love that.”
“I love that feeling too.” Travis’s fingers brushed gently over Micah’s opening.
“When I’m so sleepy, I don’t know if I’m dreaming or not, but you keep moving inside me, and it feels so good. When you knot me, I’m full, and it should be over, but you make me come again. When your cock touches the spot deep inside, far up my hole. It always makes me come harder, as if you push a button. I want to feel you there. Deeper.”
A slight tremor ran through Travis’s body, letting Micah know how much he was desired. Arousal coiled in his belly. Was it another heat wave, or did their conversation arouse him? It didn’t matter.
“I’ve read about breeding orgasms. It’s supposed to feel amazing,” he whispered.
“I want that, Micah, so much. But during first heat, it might not be possible to reach your womb well enough to open it up.”
“I want to try. I want to experience it with you.”
“Do you have any idea what it means to me, Micah darling?”
Oh god, they were going to do it. Micah grew hard. “Tell me.”
“You want my cum in your womb. Nobody has ever let me do that.”
“I’ll be your first, like you’re mine.”
“Micah, you’re making me crazy. I can smell you, sweetheart. You’re hot for me again, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Without another word, Travis pulled the plug and let the water drain from the tub. Micah cried out with need and arched in Travis’s arms, the remaining water churning around them. The heat wave came like lightning.
“Hurry!” Micah pleaded.
Travis grabbed his hips, lifted him, and plunked him down onto his erection. No teasing, no buildup, just the brutal invasion of his hard cock up Micah’s ass.
Tendrils of pleasure spread from Micah’s hole into his stomach and chest, and both men moaned, the sound hitting the walls of the bathroom, resonating around them like music. With his back to Travis’s chest, Micah rocked back and forth and to the sides, wanting to feel Travis everywhere, more, and again. Travis took the massaging showerhead, set the temperature, and then let the water hit Micah’s cock and balls. The nerve endings in Micah’s groin sang. Micah couldn’t recall much after that, just fractured moments of both desperate need and exquisite pleasure. The edge of the tub kept slipping from his grip, his feet slid on the wet bottom of the tub, and he hit his elbow while Travis swore, gripping him tightly. At one point, he thought Travis called him darling and sweetheart and my cum-hungry little monster. He kept trying to lean back because then Travis’s cock dragged along the front wall of his hole, the sensation so gratifying and fulfilling it made him leak cum without pause. In the end, he just lay there, limp, and Travis fucked up into him, hitting all the right places, and Micah couldn’t stop coming.
A kiss to his cheek, wet hands on his abdomen.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Was he? He wiggled, and the knot rubbed his inner walls. Oh yeah.
“Perfect.”
Travis played with his cock and sack. Micah was still hard. He circled his hips as much as the knot allowed, and Travis jacked him off in earnest.
“You’re insatiable,” he purred into Micah’s ear.
“It’s your fault…it’s all you. I always want you.”
Micah moaned when Travis pressed up into him with force. His cockhead grazed Micah’s womb at the same time his hand slid down Micah’s cock. Bliss.
This time, the orgasm was long and slow. Not like an explosion but more like a submersion. Like sinking into a tub of pleasure and floating there. He was weightless.
Seven
Travis
“Travis, it feels wrong.”
Travis jolted awake and turned on the lamp.
Micah lay on his back, the covers kicked away. He held both hands over his abdomen.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Micah’s face scrunched up with pain. “Cramps again. But there was no buildup. Ah! Fuck! Hurts.”
“You mean you didn’t feel the wave coming?”
“No. I was asleep and