Feeling as if he were caught with his fingers in a cookie jar, Micah dropped it. Travis held his gaze when he knelt in front of him and gently slid his palms over Micah’s stomach. He rubbed circles, the tenderness in his face both beautiful and heartbreaking.
Micah didn’t feel ready to have a child. Far from it. But one day, he would. And that day, he’d want a man to look at him like Travis did. With longing and reverence.
“It’s still inside me?” he asked softly.
“Yes, some of it. It takes a few days before your body expels it.”
“I’m glad we did that.”
“It was wonderful, Micah. You’ve given me the most amazing moments of my life.”
He felt the same, but he couldn’t say it. Not now when he didn’t know if it would last.
“I like knowing your cum is still there,” he whispered instead.
Travis must have read his mind. “Micah, even if it’s just for now. I wish…” He bent his head and pressed an openmouthed kiss to Micah’s chest, just under his breastbone. “Say you belong to me,” Travis murmured into Micah’s skin, voice faltering. The warm hands spread, covering his belly and abdomen, pressing softly, a plea. “Can you pretend for me?”
“I’m yours, Travis. And you are mine.” It didn’t feel like pretending at all.
Travis nuzzled Micah’s chest, then kissed all over the skin on his stomach. Micah hugged Travis’s head to him.
The toast went cold.
Micah was glad the breaks between the heat waves would get longer now, allowing him to move around a bit. In the afternoon, Travis worked on his laptop while Micah watched a movie, cuddled to his side. And when he finally felt the now familiar tingle in his underbelly, he welcomed it, knowing he’d get to touch Travis again. He had a plan. There was still so much he wanted to try.
“Travis, will you fuck me with your fist again?”
Raising his eyebrow, Travis gave him a devilish grin. “On all fours.”
Micah shivered with excitement. He loved Travis’s tongue in his hole. Adored it. He moaned luxuriously when Travis licked inside and groaned, sending delicious vibrations into Micah’s gut. Then his need intensified, and he whimpered, craving something bigger, harder, deeper.
Two fingers, three, four. His hole felt as if it was gaping open, but it wasn’t enough. More. More.
Finally, the stretch became uncomfortable for half a second, and Micah cried out with joy because he knew what would follow after the short sting. Ecstasy. He came immediately, his ass rippling around Travis’s fist. He rocked back. That was why Travis had wanted him on all fours. He chased the pleasure, finding the right rhythm, depth, and angle, and then he just let his body move.
The orgasms were countless. Every brush of those hard knuckles over his gland felt like one. Intense and overwhelming, turning him into a sex-crazed beast until he was mewling and rutting on Travis’s hand while his cock drooled cum onto the towel he’d insisted on this time. Travis touched the mouth of Micah’s womb, and Micah remembered the feeling of Travis’s cock lodged there, jerking as it shot cum deep inside. With that image on his mind, he screamed, his pleasure cresting. Then the world went black. When he resurfaced, he was spread out on the bed with Travis’s hand still tucked in his hole, the fullness blissful.
He’d need to ask Travis to breed him again. He would try to stay awake this time, feel it, and remember everything. How much time did they have? Four more days?
After a few minutes, Travis eased his hand out, and Micah breathed as his body adjusted. His sex-muddled mind recalled what he wanted to do, why he’d asked Travis to fist him in the first place, and he turned around slowly. Travis was gazing at him with fiery eyes, lips parted, his slick hand on his hard cock, slowly stroking.
Micah didn’t hesitate. He crawled toward Travis and batted his hand away. He caught the big cock in both hands, and with a moan, he closed his mouth over the tip.
Yes.
“Micah…you don’t have to…”
Oh, but Micah knew very well he didn’t have to. He wanted. He craved. He bobbed his head, taking Travis deeper into his mouth and rejoicing when the big man groaned with pleasure.
Strong fingers weaved into Micah’s hair; the other hand cupped his cheek and stroked down his neck, and he didn’t give a damn about the traces of slick on his face. He gave himself up to the act, just