Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,26

then…shit!”

“The heat’s peaking, Micah. Don’t panic. Breathe.”

Travis slithered down Micah’s body and pushed on his thighs until Micah’s legs were folded to his chest. Then he licked his pucker. It was dilated and clenched frantically when Travis touched it with the tip of his tongue. Micah tensed and whined with another cramp.

“Shh, relax. Breathe. Feel my tongue.” Travis licked again, pushing inside, and this time, Micah moaned with pleasure. “Breathe with me,” Travis mumbled against the wet skin. “When I lick inside you, you exhale. When I pull out, you inhale.”

“Travis!”

Another cramp but it seemed milder.

Travis lapped at Micah’s quivering hole and licked into it slowly, deeply, in and out, until Micah’s breathing matched the gentle fucks of his tongue. When Micah was moaning softly, no pain in his voice, Travis grabbed Micah’s cock and stroked. Slick ran everywhere, Travis’s beard was soaking wet, and it only made him more and more aroused. The sweet taste and scent were intoxicating. The base of his dick tingled, his balls already drawn up. As soon as he got inside Micah, he’d knot him.

When Micah was close to coming, Travis quickly rose to his knees and glided into the clenching heat. He forced his cock in deep, staring at how Micah’s hole stretched around his girth. Micah arched with an immediate orgasm, drops of seed flying and splattering onto his chest. Turned on to the extreme, Travis barely managed ten thrusts before he succumbed to the pleasure, and his knot swelled. But Micah didn’t relax like he usually did when Travis filled him. He kept whimpering, the heat wave still in full force.

Trust your instincts and read his signals. Give him whatever he needs. Anything. Your sweat, cum, even your blood. Anything he needs.

Holding Micah’s ass cheeks in his hands, he rolled onto his back so Micah straddled him.

Micah leaned back, bracing himself on Travis’s thighs, and groaned from deep within. He writhed on Travis’s swollen cock, circling his hips and thrusting gently, as much as the knot locking them together allowed.

“You’re gorgeous, Micah.”

“So full. It’s even bigger.”

“It’s your own scent and taste that makes me hard for you, sweetheart. The knot gets as big as you need it to be.”

“Feels fantastic…Oh! Fuck, yes!”

“You’re beautiful when you come.”

Smoothing his palms up and down Micah’s thighs, Travis marveled for a moment. Micah’s hard cock dribbled cum onto Travis’s abdomen, the drugging scent as strong as it had ever been. Travis kept collecting it with his fingers and licking every drop. It drove him insane with pleasure, his knot jerking as if he were still coming. Micah bowed back, rutting against Travis’s hips as hard as he could. The sounds he made turned guttural.

“So beautiful.”

But Micah obviously didn’t hear him.

This was it. The highest point of the entire heat, Micah’s first. The single most pleasurable day in his life and Travis was there to witness it.

Ecstatic groans mingled with animalistic growls when Micah caressed his own skin with his hands, scratching at his nipples, pinching them, sliding down his torso and belly, stroking his straining cock, and cupping his balls. Eyes closed, he lifted his hand to his lips and licked his own cum, and all the time his hips kept rolling, Travis’s huge knot bulging his abdomen with each small thrust.

Travis was mesmerized. Micah’s unbelievable beauty cut into his soul once again, amplified by the openly erotic display, and this time, Travis knew the wound would never heal. Micah’s features were angelic, otherworldly with his deep, turquoise eyes and perfectly shaped lips. But with the force of his passion, he became an all-powerful vision. The connection between their bodies, together with the image, was hypnotic, and Travis unraveled in dangerous ways.

He needed something, an outlet for the overpowering emotions ravaging his mind. He almost asked Micah to hurt him, bite him…anything. Burning inside, he bucked, and Micah purred in response, his internal muscles clutching the knot with more force. That. Travis needed more of that.

When he repeated the movement, Micah’s sounds grew louder, and he seemed to be locked in an endless orgasm, his cock pulsing in his hand.

“Kiss me,” he murmured.

Travis sat up, cupped Micah’s cheeks, and leaned in for a deep kiss. Their tongues slid against each other, and Micah groaned into the kiss. He writhed in Travis’s lap, hands clutching Travis’s neck with desperation, and instead of slowing down, his thrusts got frantic. Travis tried to soothe him with gentle touches, but Micah seemed terrified by the intensity of what he