Travis (37 page)

“Goddammit!”
Travis cried out. “Not yet. Fuck. Not until I’m inside you. Shit.”

Travis
jack knifed up on the bed, forcing Gage to release him from his mouth at the
same time he was being pulled down on top of him. A tangle of arms and legs,
their bodies melded together and the heat intensified as flesh met flesh. Taut,
sweaty skin slid over him as Travis flipped them so that he was hovering above
him.

“Don’t
make me wait. You’re fucking killing me,” Travis groaned.

Gage
echoed Travis’ sentiment exactly.

No
more waiting.

♂♂

When
Gage had his lips wrapped around Travis’ cock, it took everything in him not to
force his cock deeper, press the engorged head against the back of his throat,
to hold Gage to him as he controlled the pace until his orgasm was ripped from
him. How he managed to hold off, was beyond him.

Gage
was a temptation Travis found he couldn’t resist. His touch, his taste, hell
his fucking scent was driving him mad, and he needed to be inside of him. Right
fucking now. With Gage beneath him, Travis brushed his thumb over Gage’s lower
lip as their gazes collided, locked. When Gage sucked his thumb into his mouth
and bit down hard enough to have him jerking above him, Travis knew he couldn’t
wait any longer.

Whatever
patience he’d managed to scrounge up over the last few days flew right out the
window. Best of all, he wasn’t sad to see them leave.

Pulling
away, he crawled to the edge of the bed, retrieving a box of condoms from his
drawer and a bottle of lube. The damn condoms were testing his patience as he
fought to retrieve one of the foil packets. Wasting precious time tearing the box
wide open, he managed to get his hands to steady, taking one out and tossing
the rest on the floor.

When
he turned back to Gage, the man was smiling.

“A
little impatient, are you?” Gage asked in that gritty tone that told Travis he
was barely restraining his own need.

“You
have no idea,” Travis mumbled, ripping the foil open with his teeth.

Before
he could roll the condom over his hypersensitive cock, Gage grabbed the latex
from his hands and proceeded to do the honors. Travis was pretty sure he’d need
dental work when this was over for as much as he was grinding his teeth
together. The warmth of Gage’s callused fingers against his skin was going to make
his head explode. And he got the feeling Gage knew exactly what he was doing.

Once
he was sheathed, Travis flipped open the bottle of lube, coating his cock as he
stroked with a firm, almost painful grip. It was that or come right there in
his fucking hand.

Gage
shifted, getting ready to turn over, but Travis stopped him. “No,” he demanded.
“I want you looking at me. That way you know exactly who is taking you.”

Gage
fell back on the bed, spreading his legs, making room for Travis to maneuver
between them and the look on his face was priceless. He hadn’t expected that.

Because
he couldn’t resist the urge, Travis leaned in, sliding his tongue over the wide
head of Gage’s cock, lapping the bead of moisture with slow, delicate strokes as
Gage watched. He took his time, slowly torturing him with only his tongue at
first. When the smirk on Gage’s face disappeared, Travis swirled his tongue
around the crest, then took him deep in his mouth, stopping only when the sensitive
head pressed against the back of his throat.

“Fuck.”
Gage’s tortured whisper settled him.

Mission
accomplished.

Travis
wanted Gage to slow down. Wanted him to know that he wasn’t going to be rushed.
Not this time.

With
his lubed fingers, Travis slipped two inside Gage’s ass as he slowly sucked his
cock to the back of his throat once again, watching the pleasure on the man’s
ruggedly handsome face. He continued at a painfully slow pace, pulling him deep
in his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside, then retreating. Over and over,
he paced himself, enjoying the moans and jumbled words that Gage couldn’t
control.

Letting
Gage’s cock slip from his mouth, Travis began stroking him with his free hand
while he continued to drive his fingers, first two, then three, into Gage’s
tight ass. He watched, mesmerized by the broad, swollen head of Gage’s cock
throbbing as Travis gripped him gently, cupping his balls with every downstroke
until Gage was panting and begging.

“Quit
fucking around,” Gage groaned, his words a tortured whisper as if the pleasure
were consuming him. “Inside me. Travis please. I want to feel you.”

The
plea in his words almost broke him. Shifting, Travis kneeled between Gage’s
legs, releasing his straining erection. Travis took deep, labored breaths,
willing himself to keep things slow because he didn’t want to hurt him as he
pressed the head of his cock against Gage’s anus.

Focused
on where they were now joined, Travis eased inside of him gently, inch by inch
until the head breached the tight ring of muscles. Once he was sliding in deep,
Travis leaned forward, forcing Gage’s legs up, folding him over as he planted
his fists on each side of his head.

“You’re
fucking tight,” Travis whispered, his mouth hovering above Gage’s. So damned
perfect. He eased in deeper, retreating slowly before pushing his hips forward
again. Going as slow as his urgency would allow. “So tight. And you feel so
damn good.”

Gage’s
fingers bit into Travis’ ass, and he was pulled forward abruptly, his cock
burrowing deep and pulling a tortured moan from his chest.
Awww, shit
.
He wasn’t going to last long. The fiery depths of Gage’s body enveloped him,
stripping him of his control, forcing him to get lost in the scorching, snug
confines of his body.

With
their heads close together, Travis brushed his lips against Gage’s. The violent
need to fuck him until neither of them could hold back was overshadowed by the yearning
to make this last. Sliding his palm up Gage’s rippled abs, over the wide planes
of his chest, Travis kept going until he cupped Gage’s face in one hand. He
brushed his thumb over Gage’s bottom lip and then leaned closer until their
lips met. At that point, the world disappeared, and sensation took over.

With
measured strokes, Travis drove in deep and then retreated. Slowly. He kept up
the torturous pace, fucking him deep, over and over until they were both
sweating, unable to keep their mouths locked together because the need to
breathe was too great. He stared down at Gage, willing the man to see deep into
his soul, praying like hell that he wasn’t doing something incredibly stupid like
falling for someone who would turn him away. At this point, it was too late to
turn back because Travis hadn’t lied, he was all in.

“Deeper,”
Gage whispered. “Harder. Give in to it, Travis. Give me everything.”

Travis
pushed up onto his knees, his chest painfully tight as emotion surged through
him. Holding Gage’s shins and pushing him into the mattress, he thrust his hips
forward. Hard. They both groaned as the friction intensified.

“Stroke
your cock,” Travis said. “I want to watch while I fuck you hard.” Gage’s
chocolate brown eyes were ablaze as he took his cock in his fist, slowly
pumping at first, then faster, mirroring Travis’ rhythm.

Travis
offered his hand, fondling the heavy sac between Gage’s thighs as he began
driving faster into him harder as his pelvis slammed against the back of Gage’s
thighs.

“Come
for me,” Travis whispered as Gage’s balls drew in tighter to his body. “Don’t
hold back. I want to make you come, Gage.”

The
second the man heard his name, their eyes locked together once again.

“Harder,”
Gage begged, and Travis delivered.

Picking
up his pace, Travis glanced down where their bodies connected, watching as his
cock tunneled in and out of Gage’s ass over and over, faster and faster until
he knew there was no turning back.

A
violent shudder ripped up his spine, signaling his own release. “Fucking come
for me, dammit!” With that, Travis exploded, watching as Gage let himself go,
semen exploding from his pulsing shaft and over his chest.

As
his breaths returned to normal, Travis stayed where he was for a few minutes
longer than necessary, leaning forward as he kissed Gage lightly on the mouth,
their bodies no longer full of tension. For now.

Finally
forcing himself up, Travis eased from Gage and then climbed off of the bed and
padded to the bathroom. For the first time in as long as he could remember,
Travis didn’t want to savor the few moments of alone time afterward. Instead,
he quickly disposed of the condom and washed up before returning to the bed
with a clean, damp cloth.

Without
giving Gage a chance, he cleaned him quickly, then spooned him from behind,
draping one arm over his chest and pulling him close.

No
questions. No answers. No words.

He
couldn’t have said anything if he wanted to because he was so overwhelmed with
emotion, he was scared shitless of what might come out of his mouth.

So
he closed his eyes and breathed.

♀♂

Kylie
was up with the chickens, ready and eager to reach her destination. She’d woken
before the sun was up, and after forcing herself to hold off for about an hour,
downing two cups of coffee and playing online games on her laptop, she wasn’t
able to sit still any longer. After nearly an hour on the highway, she was
about five minutes from Walker Demolition and supposedly Travis’ house as well.
As she focused on the road, Kylie remembered her phone conversation with Travis
from last night.

“Hey,
baby,” Travis greeted when she answered the phone. Twisting in her bed to see
the time, Kylie realized it was almost midnight.

“Hey.”
Her voice was hoarse from sleep, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from
talking to Travis.

“Did
I wake you?”

“Yes,
but I’m glad.”

“I
needed to hear your voice,” he told her.

“Where
are you?”

“My
house.”

“Yeah?”
She smiled. “What are you wearing?”

“That’s
supposed to be my line,” he teased.

“Well,
I’d be wearing your t-shirt if I had one here. Instead, I’m naked.”

A
low growl emerged through the phone, making Kylie smile. She loved when he did
that.

“Gage
is here with me,” Travis said, his voice thicker than before. Kylie had the
feeling she was turning him on, and knowing that Gage was there only made her
want to do it more.

“Are
you in bed with him?”

“Yes.”

“Are
you both naked?”

“Yes.”

“Did
you make love to him?”

There
was a long pause before Travis finally said, “Yes.”

“Who
was the bottom this time?” she asked.

“He
was.”

God,
the thought of that was so hot, her panties would’ve gone up in flames if she
had any on.

“Is
he awake or asleep now?”

“He’s
awake, and he’s looking at me.”

“I
want you to touch him,” she said, surprised by her own words.

There
was a slight pause before Travis said, “Where?”

Now
it was her turn to pause, trying to work up the nerve to continue. She’d never
done this before.

“Tell
me, Kylie. Tell me where to touch him,” Travis encouraged.

“Stroke
his cock.” The words spilled out of her mouth and she swallowed hard, her face
flaming with heat from her embarrassment.

“I’m
stroking him.”

“How
does it feel?” she asked, picturing the two of them lying in bed, Travis’ big
hand wrapped around Gage’s cock.

“He’s
hard, like velvet over steel.” Travis’ description made her instantly wet and
Kylie wished she were there with them. But she refused to touch herself. She
wanted to build the anticipation because the next time she saw them, she was
going to pay Travis back for this.

“I
want you to take his cock in your mouth. But, Travis,” she said hurriedly,
hoping he didn’t put the phone down, “I want you to put him on the phone
first.”

There
was a rustle, like they were moving and then Gage’s voice came over the phone.
“Hey, baby. Oh, fucking hell!”

Kylie
grinned from ear to ear. “Gage, I want you to tell me how it feels.” She
couldn’t help but think of all the times Gage and Travis had made her lay out
in graphic detail what she wanted to know. Turnabout was fair play.

“Wet,
hot. God, he sucks me so damn good. His lips are around my cock, and he’s
sucking me all the way in his mouth. Fuck, baby. This is too fucking good.”

“Do
you like that I’m on the phone?” she asked.

“I
wish you were here.”

“Would
you let me watch if I was?” she asked, suddenly overly eager to be able to
watch the two of them together.

“If
you want to watch, then hell yes,” he moaned. “Kylie, baby, he’s going to make
me come with his mouth. Do you want me to come?”

“Yes.
I want you to come in his mouth, and I want him to swallow every drop, then I
want you to kiss him, tasting yourself on him.”

Gage
managed to get out a strangled “Ok” and then Kylie heard the sounds of him
moaning, talking to Travis as he fucked his mouth. Kylie was tempted to shove
her hand down between her legs and relieve the ache that had taken up residence
there, but she didn’t.

“Fuck,
baby! I’m gonna come,” Gage moaned. “Take all of me, Travis. Swallow every
drop.”

Once
again there was more groans and then a sexy male roar as Gage came. Kylie
listened, hearing when they began kissing, and she almost lost it, the image in
her mind not nearly as satisfying as it would be if she were there.

“Gage?”
she called to him after a few minutes.

“It’s
Travis again.”

“Travis,
I’m going to be there bright and early in the morning, and when I get there,
I’m going to watch.”

“Watch
what?”

“I’m
going to watch Gage blow you until you come down his throat.” Apparently the
longer she spoke, the easier the words came. “Good night, Travis.”

“Good
night, baby.”

Even
thinking about the conversation made Kylie wet. She wasn’t sure she’d make it
through the door before throwing herself at one of them, and she truly did have
every intention of watching Gage suck Travis off. They hadn’t talked at length
about what the two of them had done before he called her, but part of her
wished she had been there.

The
other part was glad they had the opportunity to be alone. And maybe that was a
strange thought, one that said more about her than she wanted to know, but
Kylie had been with both of them separately. She understood the need for one on
one. Hell, she craved it and looked forward to the opportunities.

For
now, she was just anxious to get there. When she pulled up to Travis’ house,
Kylie grabbed her phone and shot him a text.

I’m
outside. I expect you both to be naked and waiting for me when I walk inside.

She
waited a minute before shutting off the truck, but before she climbed out, she
received a text back.

It
read:
Ready
and waiting

♂♂

Travis
ran a towel over his wet hair and his body before wrapping it around his waist
when his phone buzzed. He picked it up from the bathroom counter and quickly read
the message. Kylie had called him to let him know that she was on the way as
well as confirm which house was his so he’d been expecting her.

A
quick run through the shower hadn’t helped him in the least. He was as horny as
a fucking teenager. He still couldn’t believe the conversation they’d had the
night before. Although Travis hadn’t been wrong. Kylie understood how this
worked between them, and to his relief, she seemed all right with it.

Telling
her what he and Gage had done and then letting her instruct them on what to do
next had been the hottest fucking thing he’d ever done.

Gage
was walking into the bedroom with a huge smile on his face at the same time
Travis was coming out of the bathroom.

“Come
here.” Travis didn’t need to explain because Gage was fully aware of what Kylie
had told them to be doing when she arrived. Travis had made sure to tell him.

“Where
do you want to do this?” Gage countered as Travis dropped the towel that had
been around his hips to the floor, letting him know that right there would be
sufficient.

The
sound of the front door opening and then closing again had his cock jerking as
he held it firmly in his grip.

“Mmm,
I could get used to this,” Gage said as he took a step closer, then another
until they were chest to chest.

“On
your knees,” Travis demanded, his control quickly slipping. “Wrap your lips
around my cock.”

 From
that point on, there wasn’t any more conversation as Gage dropped to his knees
and went to work blowing both his cock and his mind while they waited for Kylie
to join them.

Travis
linked his fingers in Gage’s wet hair, holding him steady as he pumped his hips
forward. He saw Kylie as soon as she stepped foot in the bedroom. If the
blowjob wasn’t doing it for him, – which it totally was – having Kylie standing
there with her hands on her hips as she watched the action would’ve had him
hard enough to hammer nails.

“That’s
it,” Travis groaned. “Let me fuck your mouth.”

Tightening
his fingers in Gage’s hair, Travis pushed his hips forward slowly until the head
of his cock brushed the back of Gage’s throat. Not interested in making him
gag, he pulled back and then drove in again. As the sensations overtook him,
Travis picked up the pace, making his thrusts shallow, the suction from Gage’s
hot mouth making him see stars.

“It’s
so fucking good, Gage. That’s it, make me come. Fuck yes. Suck me harder.” A
strangled sound came out of his throat as Travis made one last attempt to hold
on, but he failed, his hips surging forward as he came in Gage’s mouth.

He
didn’t release his hair until Gage had swallowed every last drop, and then he
was helping him up before claiming his mouth the same way Gage had done the
night before. Travis could hear Kylie’s accelerated breathing and he was
suddenly more than interested in turning the tables on her. When the kiss
broke, Travis stared back at him momentarily. There was a knowing glint in
Gage’s eyes. Breaking the connection, he picked his towel up from the floor
before he turned to Kylie.

“Was
that as hot as you thought it would be?” He questioned her as he strolled naked
in her direction, slowly wrapping the towel around his hips and securing it.

“Yes,”
she croaked and then cleared her throat. “Better… than I thought it would be.”

“Good,
how about coffee?” He knew how turned on she was, but he wasn’t going to give
her what she wanted yet. Always better to make them wait. Increased the chances
she’d be begging in a little while and Travis was desperate to hear her beg.

“Ok,”
she answered, sounding surprised.

Travis
gave her a quick kiss on the mouth and then made his way through the living
room, the smell of already brewed coffee luring him across the house. He knew
Gage had been rummaging around in the kitchen prior to Kylie’s arrival. He wasn’t
sure whether he’d find anything he was looking for, but from the smell, he had.

“I
didn’t even know I had a coffee maker,” Travis mumbled when Gage and Kylie
joined him.

“I
had to dig it out from under the counter. Luckily, you had some sense and had coffee
on hand though.”

Travis
sipped, frowning into his mug. It was true, he didn’t spend much time at home,
and he was a little embarrassed by what little he had now that Kylie was there
to see it. He had a good reason, but he wasn’t going to share it with her. If
he wasn’t at the office, he was usually… well, he wasn’t at home. He’d spent
more than his fair share of time in various beds other than his own.

Meeting
Kylie’s gaze as she stood in his kitchen, all of his worry faded as he
witnessed the sparkle in her eyes. She was on fire, and he was suddenly
extremely interested in taking his mind off of the direction it was headed.

Setting
his mug on the counter, Travis placed his hands palms down on the granite by
his sides and stared at her. Only when she squirmed did he say something.

“Last
night, when you were on the phone with us, did you touch yourself?”

Kylie’s
eyes widened, and her cheeks turned pretty pink before she choked out her
answer. “No.”

Travis
pretended to consider that for a moment and then he said, “Did you want to?”

Kylie
turned to look at Gage who was leaning casually against the door jamb, wearing
only his jeans while he held a coffee mug in his hands.

“He
can’t answer for you,” Travis told her, keeping his tone firm. He loved the
hell out of the fact she initiated a varied version of phone sex last night,
but now he wanted to control her pleasure the same way she had theirs.

“Yes,”
she finally said.

“Yes,
what?”

“Yes,
I wanted to touch myself.”

“Are
you wet now?” he asked, pushing off of the counter and stepping toward her.

“Yes.”

“Show
me.”

Kylie
opened her mouth as though she were going to argue, but then she closed it
without a word.

“As
a matter of fact, take all of your clothes off so I can see exactly how turned
on you are.”