John dropped his fork and sat back in surprise. “You live in Toledo? As in Toledo, Ohio?”
“Indeed I do. And it’s every bit as unglamorous as you’ve heard.”
“I live in Ypsilanti and my sister Gracie lives in Sylvania.” He couldn’t believe they lived less than an hour apart.
Travis’s jaw gaped. “No way. And we had to fly all the way down here to meet? Crazy.”
“I teach Law at U of M.”
Travis groaned. “You’re telling me I slept with a Wolverine? Shoot me now. If my OSU alums ever find out, I’m dead.”
“You went to Ohio State? Now, I know why you had on that blasphemous Buckeye T-shirt,” John teased.
“Hey now!” Travis popped him square in the face with a grape. “We totally kicked your ass last year.”
John tossed the grape right back, grinning when Travis dodged the fruit projectile. “Oh, you wait ’til this fall.” He loved how Travis could joke about the football rivalry. Most guys took sports far too seriously.
A smile still playing about his full lips, Travis took a sip of champagne, his attention shifting to the spectacular coastline. John followed his gaze as well. The moon cast silvery shadows across the water, creating the illusion the ships were diamonds floating on the horizon. “It’s beautiful here.”
“It is.” John agreed, not really looking at the view. Half of the candles had been extinguished by the gentle breeze, but the twinkling lights on the plants provided plenty of light for John to enjoy the much better scenery sitting across from him.
Travis was exceptional looking, lean but well-defined. Funny, too. John had never been so completely charmed in all his life. A few moles dotted his chest, which John hadn’t noticed before. He yearned for a chance to savor his body more slowly. Make Travis moan and wriggle around again. His mind entertained ways to make him come so hard he’d never forget their night together. His cock swelled at the prospect. Oh, yeah, John planned to leave such a lasting impression Travis would be begging for his home phone number.
Wait! No way would a guy like Travis want to be seen with a hairy ape like him. Yet, despite the unlikely match, Travis seemed genuinely attracted to him.
Shouldn’t he take the chance? He came to Turks and Caicos with a plan to jump start his life, but subconsciously he’d been attempting to recreate his old one. Travis had not been what he asked for but he seemed to be just what John needed.
A subtle shift in the wind fluttered the hair lying down John’s back, the whisper of a ghost. For a flash, he imagined the warm air to be the touch of Kurt’s hands; the waves, the sound of his voice. The sensation did not linger, however, but caught on the gentle ocean breeze, flitting away like the distant echo of a forgotten story.
A shiver went down his spine, yet before sadness and grief could take him, Travis turned to him and smiled. The empty feeling, the hole that had been there since Kurt died, began to fill with the exuberance for life radiating from Travis.
This night should not have created such strong feelings of promise and hope within him. Yet, even if John could’ve figured out how to make them stop, he wouldn’t. He’d finally read the last sentence of a favorite book. Though it would always have a special place in his heart, the time had come to put it back on the shelf and start a new one.
That soft breeze kissed his naked back again, as if a farewell blessing of approval. The palms swayed and fluttered overhead, the sounds of good-bye.
Feeling like a millstone had fallen from his neck, John took hold of Travis’s smooth, youthful hand and brought the knuckles to his lips. “Shall we go inside?”
Travis nodded.
Still holding his hand, John helped him stand, the sight of the raging hard on Travis had been hiding under the table making his knees a little weak. As they moved back inside, he realized he’d already begun a new book, though he hadn’t even realized he’d read the first word.
The anticipation at what he might find on the next page thrilled him.
Chapter Nine
The sounds of the ocean muffled slightly when they entered the suite. Travis had never been anywhere like this, and as badly as he wanted to get down and dirty with John, the warm tropical night beckoned him to linger outdoors.
“Too bad we can’t make love under the stars.”
John paused and gave him a funny look. “Why can’t we?”
“What do you mean?”
Without answering, John went to the bed and slid the mattress off the box springs.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“What’s it look like?” A statue of the Greek god Atlas come to life, he hoisted the mattress as if it weighed nothing, dragging it out onto the terrace.
Travis worried his lip. “Are you sure you’re allowed to do that?”
“What are they gonna say?” Voice strained from the effort of lifting, he dropped the mattress in the center of the patio with a loud thump. “If my man wants sleep under the stars, by damn, he’s gonna sleep under the stars.”
My man. Those words hit Travis right in the gut.
After fussing with the blankets and pillows, John stretched out on his side, legs crossed at the ankles. His long, blond curls cascaded down his shoulders like ripples of sand in the shallows. To Travis’s delight, his large, veiny dick had already grown semi-hard.
With a heavy-lidded gaze, John reached for him. “Care to join me?”
Travis never moved so fast in all his life. He crawled toward his bear, heart racing in anticipation. Falling into John’s embrace, their lips met in a long, wet kiss. Coiling his leg over a hairy thigh, he took that meaty cock in his hand once more, eliciting a growly noise of approval from John.
Travis grinned madly. His bear even growled. How awesome was that?
Pumping his hand slowly up the thick girth of John’s cock, Travis easily brought him to full erection. John’s head fell back, mouth damp and open. Travis kissed his lips, the goatee tickling his chin. Knowing he could make this giant tremble intoxicated him. Even more wonderful than that, Travis could trust John and let all of his inhibitions down, be himself. John would not judge. He would hold him. Protect him.
It was silly, he knew. John only came to this tropical paradise to get over his dead partner—Travis, the means to that end. Yet, it didn’t matter. He couldn’t deny how safe he felt in John’s arms. Safer than anywhere in his entire, fucked-up life.
With another growl, John pulled his leg all the way over, placing Travis on all fours above him. He adored how easily John could move and reposition him. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Travis.”
“You, too,” he whispered, shivering as rough hands slid up his thighs and over his ass.
Travis buried his face in John’s neck, inhaling his masculine scent. He never wanted to forget the heady nuance of it. Pushing his long, blond locks out of the way, Travis exposed John’s throat to his questing mouth. He kissed him then proceeded to lick a trail across the broad expanse of hairy chest. He could lick this man forever. The weight of his erection bobbed above John’s belly. Pushing his heavy, muscled arms over his head, Travis tongued the hollow of John’s throat until he writhed and moaned beneath him.
Needing to make John know what a magnificent body he had, and how amazing it felt just to be with him, Travis worshiped him with his tongue. John offered little sighs of encouragement so Travis made his way to his armpit, leaving a wet trail in his wake. He sank his face in that crevice, the musk filling his senses and making him dizzier than a dozen mojitos. He could easily become addicted to the scent of John Godfrey’s body.
Hell, who was he kidding? His addiction started the second he saw him.
“Kiss me,” John pleaded, the sound making Travis weak with need.
Obediently, he spread out over John, his cock nestling in the valley where his thigh and stomach met. While eager tongues explored one another, John wrapped him up with his legs and arms, coarse body hair scintillating every inch of Travis’s naked skin
. Squirming with delight, he couldn’t stop the happy giggle bubbling out of him.
John raised his brows. “What?”
Travis trailed a finger across his jaw, the goatee prickling his fingertip. He smiled down at his lover. “You feel so damn good. I love how your hairy skin tickles me.”
John sported a smug, sideways grin. “Oh yeah? How’s this?” He shifted and pinned Travis beneath him.
Lightning shot into his every nerve the moment John’s colossal body smothered his. A long, raspy groan burst from his lips and he swore the pressure on his cock might make him come.
“What?” John asked a bit too loudly. “Am I hurting you?”
He made to roll off, but Travis frantically held him in place. “Please, God, don’t go anywhere. I want to be covered by you. Please….”
His brows furrowed skeptically. “You’re sure I’m not too heavy?”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure! You feel fantastic on top of me, John. This is what I wanted from the beginning, I love it. I feel so safe. I want you to fuck me like this. Please…” His voice had taken on a whiny, frustrated tone, but he couldn’t help it. His cock throbbed from John’s weight pressing into him, his belly pushing into Travis’s dick and the hairs tickling the sensitive skin. Each breath John took made the pressure increase, rushing Travis toward orgasm. He rocked his hips, desperately rubbing his erection into the big man. “Can’t you feel how much I want it?”
John groaned as if he were in pain. He gripped him by the hips to stop his wild gyrating.
“Fuck me, please!” Travis didn’t care if he sounded pathetic. He needed this gentle giant inside him. The one he’d been searching for, the one he’d always wanted.
“That’s not a good idea.”
Travis wanted to pound his fists on the bed in a temper tantrum. “Then what the hell are we doing here? Rubbing and kissing like a couple of teenagers? I want you to fuck me.”
John shifted his weight so he lay beside Travis. His dick was still rock hard. As if his cock, like Travis, didn’t understand this ban on screwing either.
After a deep sigh, John whispered, “Travis, please, the one time I…fucked a smaller guy, like you…I-I made him bleed.” His voice broke. “I hurt him so bad he cried for hours. Travis, I don’t wanna—”
“John.” Travis cut him off, placing a finger on his chin so he would look at him. When their gazes met he gave him a reassuring smile. “You could never hurt me. It’s not like that with us.”
“I want you, but I won’t hurt you just so I can get off. I care too much about you.”
More than the sincere panic in his voice stopped Travis from replying. A lump had formed in his throat at the notion John might really care about him. Could it be true? No one had ever denied himself to spare Travis. They usually took what he offered and did what they pleased with him, figuring if a small guy willingly offered up his ass then he could take whatever they dished out. Even when he begged and cried for them to stop. He’d been such a fool so many times before, falling into the same traps with men, hoping the next time would be different, better.
Maybe better had finally arrived.
Bottom lip trembling, Travis cupped John’s face in his hand. “You won’t hurt me, John. I trust you. I—” He bit his lip to keep from adding, I love you.
To his shock, it seemed like the most logical thing in the world to say. Naturally, he’d simply been caught up in the moment, yet with John’s warm, hairy body so close, he had a hard time sorting out his thoughts. How could he love someone he just met? Was he really so damn clingy? Desperate? He didn’t know and right now he didn’t care. The only thing he knew for certain—he wanted that huge cock in his ass.
He clutched John’s arms, pulling him closer. “Please!”
After studying him seriously for a moment, John relented with a sigh. “Okay…but you have to promise if it hurts you’ll tell me, so I can stop.”
An impatient rush of breath escaped Travis’s lips. “I promise, okay? Now, go get the damn condoms!”
Chuckling, John climbed from the mattress, returning with a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube. Travis grinned at his magnificent bear as he knelt on the bed, crawling closer.
“How do you wanna do this?”
“You on top, facing me.” Travis grabbed the backs of his knees and lifted his legs.
John let out a little whimper at the sight of the readily displayed hole. Travis grinned, the helpless yearning in John’s eyes the most powerful aphrodisiac he could imagine. John gazed upon him for a lingering moment then hastily slid between his thighs, leaning down to ravish his mouth with a kiss. Their cocks squashed together and Travis snaked his hands through John’s beautiful, long tresses. Panting and out of breath, John reached down to tug and stroke Travis’s dick. His incredible touch caused a surge of pre-cum to leak but Travis ached for more.
“Stop teasing me,” he moaned, rocking his hips and nudging the underside of John’s balls. “I can’t stand it. Just get that big dick in me!”
His bear growled again and the lid on the lube snapped open. The squish of fluid followed and Travis braced himself for the icy shock, but none came. John must have warmed it—thoughtful and considerate, even in the heat of the moment.
Travis groaned with relief when John’s strong fingers began to work his hole. First one finger, then two. He thrust down, desperate to make sharp contact with his prostate. But John teased, going in far enough to drive Travis crazy, yet not giving him what he wanted. Just when he thought about shamelessly begging for cock like the slut this man had apparently turned him into, John had the condom wrapper between his teeth and lube in hand. He tore off the corner and Travis eagerly helped him roll it on. Then the wet, slick sounds of John lubing up his dick filled the air, driving him crazy with anticipation.
Smiling, he watched John inch forward on his knees. When he took hold of Travis’s legs and positioned them over his shoulders, chest hairs tickled the back of his thighs and butt. As he supported the weight of John’s torso with his legs while his lover arrowed that latex wrapped dick at his ass, insanely, Travis congratulated himself on spending so much time stretching his hamstrings.
“Are you ready?” John paused, his voice and face strained with need.
“I’ve been ready my whole life for you, John.” Travis met his gaze, wondering if his lover knew how sincere those words were.
Holding his breath, Travis waited for the delicious sting of first entry. When John pressed against him, he pushed out, relaxing and welcoming him inside. The painful burn of that enormous dick invading his body caused sweat to break out on his brow, his back to tense. But no way in hell would ask John to stop, not when he knew unspeakable pleasure lay only moments away.
He studied the planes of John’s face, knowing at one word from him, he would pull out, deny himself to spare any hurt. If he only understood the hurt Travis feared most was not having John in his life after tonight.
As John pushed, for a flash, Travis wondered if it would actually fit, the pain had grown so intense. But the further he went, the more the hurt morphed into a decadent, wondrous sensation.
“Are you okay?” John whispered.
He nodded quickly, reaching up to brush a hand along his jaw. “Thank you.”
He thanked him for far more than John would ever know. They would most likely part ways in the morning, but he wanted John to know how much this night meant to him.
When John kissed him soft and sweetly, Travis thought maybe he did understand. Maybe he sensed what was happening between them, too.
“Oh, God, you’re so tight,” John moaned, bracing his hands on either side of Travis’s head, the weight of his shoulders pulling on Travis’s thighs as he practically folded him in half. He loved being pinned like this, gazing up at the restrained passion contorting John’s face as he kneeled above him, the way his thighs framed him perfectly.
He reached around and gripped John’s hips, willing him deeper. “More, please….”
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John complied, letting out a groan as he pressed harder this time. When the tip of his cock finally slid over his prostate, Travis shook, screaming out from the joy of it.
“I’m sorry!”
The instant John retreated in a panic, Travis grappled for his hips to keep him close. “No, no! Don’t you dare stop now! You’re not hurting me. You’re right there! Give it all to me harder, please!”
John must have believed the desperate plea, because after kissing one of Travis’s knees, the levy broke. A flood of passion and pain, of heaven and hell, swamped Travis as John dropped his hips, driving his cock all the way to the root. Flashes of light blurred his vision from the intensity of John finally being inside him, his groin flush against his butt, Travis’s legs straight up in the air. The delicious agony of it all. Crying out in exquisite relief, he grabbed a handful of luscious blond hair and yanked John’s mouth down for a starved kiss.
Gasping for breath, Travis rocked his hips up, and finally, blessedly, John began to move. He released his death grip on John’s hair and held on to his biceps, loving the slide of cock retreating from his body, and craving it to slam back in. John’s movements were gentle and firm, methodical but creative as he fucked him. He crawled to get closer, pressing Travis’s legs back and lifting his ass off the bed. With a tilt of his hips, John nailed his prostate hard. Travis dug his fingers into his arm, crying out. With a grunt, John pulled back, only to give him two short jabs, leaving no part of his insides untouched or unsatisfied by John’s nine-inch cock.
Travis’s knees ratcheted to John’s body—thighs shaking, he met him thrust for thrust. Fingers still slick from lube, John took hold of Travis’s dick. He swore he’d died and gone to heaven as the slick pressure of his stroking made him whimper. At a loss as to whether he should be fucking John’s hand or pushing onto the cock in his ass, he ended up lost in a wild rhythm of trying to do both, using John’s shoulders as leverage and knowing he would climax in mere seconds.
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