Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,72

from any touch but had found a way around it. He’d still enjoyed sucking Travis off as long as Travis kept his hands to himself. Swallowing Travis’s cum had been indescribably comforting for Micah. So that’s what he had done every night before bed. And while they couldn’t cuddle like they’d otherwise done, they had held hands during the nights. After one more week, they’d returned to Dalton City.

Did the mild recovery mean that…? Shaking his head at himself, Micah returned to the bedroom, to Travis. Being close to his husband grounded him. He put the water glass on the nightstand and was about to plaster himself over Travis’s back when Travis rolled toward him, eyes open.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Just thirsty. Been to fetch more water.”

“Come here.”

Travis wrapped his arms around him, and Micah cuddled close. The coarse hair on Travis’s chest against his skin was heavenly. He shivered again, gasping softly. Struggling to get even closer, he threw his leg over Travis’s side. Travis ran his hand over Micah’s thigh and ass cheek and up his back. Micah bit back a whimper. Damn, what was that? Travis’s touch felt so distinct on his skin, leaving prickles of awareness behind. Goose bumps peppered his arms.

“Micah, what’s wrong? You’re so tense you’re almost vibrating.”

“I don’t know. Feels weird.”

“What feels weird, love?”

Travis kissed the side of his throat, and Micah moaned. The simple brush of lips sent an electric current right into his dick. Rough fingers brushed over his collarbone and down his sternum.

“Micah, darling, you’re scaring me. You’re shaking. What is it?”

“No idea,” Micah forced out. “Please keep touching me.”

Right then, Travis’s fingertips brushed over his nipple, and Micah arched into the touch, his cock jerking between his legs. Oh god, that was… Travis circled the sensitive bud with his fingers, and Micah moaned. It felt as if his nipples were directly connected to his groin, sending pulses of pleasure back and forth.

“Please!” What was he begging for?

But Travis seemed to understand better than Micah did. He slid lower, and his lips closed over Micah’s other nipple, and Micah saw stars.

Travis rolled him onto his back, and Micah lay spread-eagled, arching his spine, pushing his chest up to meet the devastatingly delicious sensations. Travis laved his nipples, alternating sides, plucking at them with his fingers. Micah gave himself up to the delightful torture, groaning when Travis sucked one nipple into his mouth and pinched the other one. Micah’s untouched cock kept twitching, currents of pleasure spreading from his gland to his balls.

When Travis switched sides and sucked the left one in, tugging on the right one with wet fingers, Micah was done for. His cock reared and jerked, splashing seed over his belly and chest, and he keened with the tingling orgasm. Travis kept lapping at his chest and stomach, sucking the cum into his mouth until Micah’s skin was clean.

“Spread your legs, my love.”

Still buzzing with aftershocks, Micah obeyed. Lying on his side next to him, Travis touched between Micah’s ass cheeks, eyes pinned on Micah’s face. Their gazes locked, and Micah waited, curious why Travis was looking at him so intently. With little warning but for a gentle brush over his pucker, Travis pushed what seemed to be three fingers into Micah’s hole. Oh god! Micah whimpered at the intensity, but there was no discomfort. At all. Only overwhelming need.

“You’re leaking slick, Micah.”

He was. How come he hadn’t noticed? His hole was overflowing with wetness.

“Fuck me! Travis, please, fuck me!”

“On all fours.”

A tap on his hip and Micah scrambled to obey. He pushed his ass out, unconcerned about how horny he acted. It felt almost like heat sex but different still. He was more aware, equally ravenous but without the pain of heat cramps. Thankfully, Travis didn’t bother with preparation. He simply lined up and forced his hard flesh inside, all the way to the hilt in one stroke, and Micah cried out with joy. With the abundance of slick, the cock felt soothing, not like an intrusion but like gentle caresses to his needy insides. The warmth and friction and fullness, the incredible pressure…right there. That spot! Micah was hard again, and his balls were already drawn up. He was going to detonate in no time.

His husband could read him so easily Micah didn’t have to beg and yell. Travis moved like a machine, fucking Micah harshly and fast, the stabs into Micah’s gut gloriously fulfilling. The exact right amount of ruthlessness, as if calculated to wipe