Page 91 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

BEAU

What the fuck?

I crack an eye open, unsure if I’m dreaming or if someone is really banging on my door. I hit the screen on my phone to see that it’s nearly two in the morning.

Grumbling, I stumble through the dark to the living room and swing the door open, ready to cuss out whoever is on the other side, but when I see who it is, my thoughts stutter. I’m definitely dreaming.

“You’re not dreaming, baby,” Trav says like he read my mind, or maybe it’s just written all over my face.

He lunges forward and crashes into me. Our lips collide and I pull him closer, disoriented but so damn happy to have him in my arms. Trav walks us backward into the apartment, kicking the door closed with his foot. I tug on his suit jacket to get it off while he slides his hands into the back of my boxers, gripping my ass with his rough hands.

We finally make it to the bedroom and tumble onto my bed, still kissing and rubbing against each other. My mind is blown that he’s here, in my bed, kissing me, when I’ve spent two months wishing for exactly this. I didn’t expect to see him again for two more weeks, when we play each other for the last time during the regular season. I’ll find out later what made him get on a plane in the middle of the night, but right now I just want his cum on me.

“I fucking missed you,” Trav mumbles, nibbling my bottom lip. “Did you miss me?”

“Every fucking day.”

He rises slightly and slides his hand into the front of my boxers, stroking my aching cock. “Mmm, you did.”

Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pull him down for another taste of his mouth. For once, he tastes like normal mint with just a hint of the sweetness that is Trav. As we kiss, we both tug at his dress clothes, pulling them until he’s finally, thankfully, naked.

He yanks my boxers down too, and I kick them off, both of us moaning when our dicks meet.

“Yessss,” Trav hisses. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Fuck, I love when you call me that.”

“I know.” He nuzzles my chin, rubbing his smooth skin against my beard. “Can I make you come?”

“Only if I can make you come too.”

“Deal.”

Smiling, Trav grinds against me as he kisses me, soft and languid this time, like we have all the time in the world. Fuck, I wish. I want this every night with him.

Trav kisses his way down my belly until he’s between my legs, then he delicately sucks my balls. I arch off the bed, lost in pleasure. His mouth is hot and soft and so damn perfect. He touches my cock lightly, teasing me until I’m humping the air and whimpering.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, dragging his tongue up the inside of my thigh. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“You,” I moan. “Just you.”

“You’ve got me. Be specific.”

I have to squeeze my eyes closed to concentrate, but I manage to mumble my request. “Want your cock in my mouth.”

“Mmm. Sounds good to me.”

Trav straddles my chest, his perfect cock hovering just above my mouth. I lift my head, grip his hips, and draw him in, opening my mouth wide to let him slide down my throat.

We both groan and Trav pumps his hips slowly. I take his length as best I can, relaxing my throat so I don’t gag, and fuck yes, how did I go nearly thirty years of my life and not know that I would love having a cock in my mouth?

He pulls back abruptly, sliding down my body and taking my mouth again, muttering “Lube” in between kisses.

I reach out, scrambling to open my nightstand drawer and retrieve my well-used bottle without breaking the kiss, pressing the lube into his hand when I find it.

The click of the top is the only sound besides our heavy panting. My chest tightens with anticipation about what his plans are. I’m not expecting him to get on his knees, straddle my waist, and pour lube on my cock before wrapping his big hand around me.

I’m even more surprised when he scoots up until his cock is next to mine and he manages to get his hand around both of us.