Bear It All

by Deanna Wadsworth

  “Oh, God, John! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Travis’s voice echoed wantonly in the tropical night, but he didn’t care, too lost to the ecstasy of being filled completely.

  Pressing the flat of both hands on the back of Travis’s thighs, John growled, and began to pound into him. The sudden intensity of his thrusting made Travis’s cock slap wetly, over and over against his stomach. It sent him to the brink. Clinging to John’s massive shoulders, an electric jolt striking just below his spine, he released a strangled cry and sharp pleasure exploded from the base of his dick like the cork bursting free from a shaken bottle of champagne. The first wave of thick cum hit him in the chin, but he thrashed so hard the second landed on his thighs and John’s belly. As his own ride shuddered to a stop, he remembered to clench down when the huge cock swelled and quivered inside him as John reached orgasm, too. Travis swore he could feel the pulses of hot cum filling up the condom as John thrust his way to completion.

  Boneless and melting in elation, they untangled and collapsed in a sweaty mass of naked limbs and hot spunk. Travis shuddered when John retreated from his body. He could barely breathe from the weight on top of him, but he hugged John closer, terrified of the moment when it would end. When Travis returned to his own room, his own life, never to see John again.

  The very idea made him want to weep.

  After a sweet kiss, John climbed from the bed, leaving Travis chilled and hollow. He returned with a warm, wet cloth and lovingly, painstakingly, cleaned off the cum and excess lube from their bodies. As if nothing were more natural, the moment he lay beside Travis, they wrapped up in each other’s arms, their bodies fitting perfectly together. Perhaps serendipity really had intervened to put them together.

  All his life, Travis had searched for someone to care for him, protect him. Love him. Though he’d only known John this one night, he wanted to believe their connection had been genuine. John had even said he cared about him. Yet, Travis wasn’t so dumb he couldn’t separate pillow talk from reality. No matter what ridiculously romantic drivel he wanted to believe, John only came to Turks and Caicos to get back in the saddle.

  Travis would never be more than a one-night stand.

  Chapter Ten

  John woke the next morning to sunshine warming his face, the gentle rush of the Caribbean Sea in the distance a lullaby he could easily get used to serenading him as he slept. With a lazy, contented sigh, he reached for the slim body of his new lover only to find cool, untouched sheets. Heart racing, he blinked a few times and looked around.

  Had Travis left without saying good-bye?

  His breath let out in a rush of relief when he spied Travis, wrapped in a white bed sheet, sitting on the edge of the terrace wall, facing the beautiful sunrise.

  “There you are,” John said softly, so as not to startle him.

  Travis turned only his head, squinting back at him. His dark hair stood up in the back and he looked absolutely stunning with the pink morning sky framing him. “Morning.”

  John climbed from the mattress, his knees popping a little bit. Damn, he missed the days he could jump out of bed. But the sight of his sexy lover waiting ten feet away put a decent spring in his step. Wrapping his arms around Travis from behind, he savored the easy way he leaned into him and shivered when John kissed a sun-soaked cheek.

  He looked down at the dizzying drop. “You should be careful sitting up here.”

  Travis spun to face him, wrapping his legs around his waist and arms around his neck. “You’d never let me fall, would you?”

  Cocking his head to the side, John drew him closer. The sheet shifted and their naked groins touched. Hoping Travis meant something deeper, John answered with sincerity, “No, I wouldn’t.”

  A smile danced on Travis’s rosy lips and without hesitation, John kissed him. Per his usual, Travis’s entire body became involved. He pressed into him, making the delicious little noises John loved so much. John’s morning wood stiffened further as he cupped Travis’s butt in his hands. Never ending the kiss, he lifted Travis off the railing, back-stepping to a safe distance. He set him on his feet but didn’t release him.

  “I’m starving,” he whispered, nipping hungrily at Travis’s neck. “Do you wanna stay for breakfast?”

  Travis practically purred as he pressed against him. “As long as you’re on the menu.”

  “I meant real food, hon.” John ignored his body’s fiery reaction and led Travis to the serving cart. Unfortunately, they’d been too distracted with each other to cover the dishes the night before and ants had begun to set up house. He snorted. “Well, that sucks.”

  Travis ran wandering fingers up his muscular back. “I’m sorry. Wish I would’ve noticed this and ordered you something. I usually don’t eat breakfast.”

  John gave his shoulders a companionable squeeze. “That’s okay. What time did you get up anyway?”

  Travis looked like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “I never really slept.”

  John quirked his brow. “Why not?”

  “I’ve been sleeping my whole life. Last night I didn’t want to miss….” He looked suddenly embarrassed, as if he’s said far more than he intended.

  Mind reeling, John’s insides did somersaults.

  John had been sleepwalking through life since Kurt died, living day to day and waiting for something—anything to save him. From the moment Travis entered his life, it had been as if he’d been given a jolt of caffeine. Though it made no sense, John realized he’d fallen faster and harder for Travis than any man he’d ever known.

  There was something magnetic about Travis, something fragile John wanted to protect. He exuded an energy and passion John admired, too. He’d be a fool if he let Travis slip from his grasp without at least seeing where things could go.

  For the first time he could remember, crippling grief did not claim him when he thought of moving on with a new lover. He’d come down here to learn to live again, and Travis had shown him not only what he’d been missing, but how to say good-bye. Travis might never comprehend what he’d done with just a smile and a touch.

  Indeed, a new chapter in John’s life had begun. But would Travis want to be in the story?

  Deciding the time had come to bare it all, regardless of what happened, John reached out and took Travis’s hands in his. The bed sheet fell to the floor so they both were naked, fully exposed in every way. “Travis?”

  His brow crinkled at the serious tone John adopted. “Yes?”

  “I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like this. It terrifies me, but I wanna find out what it means. What it could mean. For us….”

  Travis stared and John held his breath. Just when he thought he’d made a huge mistake, Travis rose up on tip-toes to kiss him, the touch sweet, but full of promise.

  Breathless, John pulled back for clarification, more than aware kissing had roused them both. “Does that mean you wanna keep seeing me? Maybe even after we go home?”

  The pleased smile Travis wore answered the question, but he replied anyway. “Definitely.”

  John couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. “You know, I have this suite all week. Would you sleep here, under the stars, with me?”

  Travis’s lower lip trembled and he bit down on it. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Overcome with happiness, John threw his arms around his new lover’s small body and kissed his mouth, sliding his tongue in and relishing the delicious and now familiar flavor that was Travis. A few days ago, John never would’ve thought this would happen to him. Yet here he stood, falling head over heels for a younger man who made him want to live. A man like none other. One who made him feel needed.

  He didn’t love Travis, not yet, but he knew in a very short time he could.

  “Do you have plans for today?” If Travis intended to date him, he’d have to learn John liked to have things structured. No surprises. Except the naked surprise in his arms. That one turned out to
be most welcome.

  “I had a scuba lesson on my itinerary for this afternoon.”

  “You have an itinerary?”

  Travis looked embarrassed. “Well, yeah. Grand Turk has some of the best diving in the world. I might never get a chance to come back here so I have a whole bunch of things planned. An architectural tour of Cockburn Town tomorrow. Gibbs Cay on Monday. Whale watching on Thursday.”

  He laughed at his new lover’s efficiency. “Oh, we’re going to get along fine.”

  Travis nudged a suggestive hip into John’s thigh. “You should come with me to my lesson then see where the afternoon takes us.”

  “Back here, hopefully?”

  “I’d like that.”

  Curious fingers began to stroke his bottom, tickling the fuzz. Squirming away, John grabbed Travis’s hand to stop him. “You are an insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”

  “You have no idea,” he purred.

  John wrapped his arms around him and kissed the top of his head. “Mmm, I need breakfast first.”

  Travis reached between them and stroked John’s cock. “I could live off this for a while.”

  Chuckling, he pushed Travis’s naughty hands away. “Well, I need real food. How about I order breakfast and you stay here all sexy and naked.” He waggled his brows suggestively. “Then I’ll see about feeding you?”

  Travis laughed and picked up the sheet from the floor. Tossing it across the chaise lounge, he stretched out, hands laced under his head and a happy cock pointing straight up. “Sounds like a plan. You eat and I’ll work on my tan. But this delicate white skin of mine burns easy so I’ll need someone to rub sunblock on my back.”

  John reached out and took hold of Travis’s cock, earning a yelp. “I think you’ll need it on more than your back, don’t you?”

  His blue eyes went lust-drunk as John stroked him slowly. He nodded, lips gaping. “Uh-huh.”

  Smiling wickedly, he released his new lover’s dick and went to find his laptop. “I’ll get right on that. But there’s something I need to do first.”

  Travis let out a petulant whine. “But I might get sunburned waiting.”

  John laughed and faced the gorgeous man who just might represent his entire future. “Don’t worry, babe. I won’t let that pretty skin of yours burn. But first I need to write one hell of an apology email to Madame Eve.”

  ~About the Author~

  Bestselling erotica author Deanna Wadsworth leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her hubby of 14 years and three demanding little dogs. She has a fascination with the exotic and taboo but it is her love of love in all its stages and incarnations which made her an erotica and m/m author.

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  www.deannawadsworth.blogspot.com