Page 21 of Obsessed with my Temptation

This felt illicit. Forbidden.

My mouth was already watering.

Against all the promises I’d made to myself, I had thought about this. It had come to me in the shower this morning, dick in hand, the vision of Travis looking down on me and guiding his hard cock into my mouth. I’d imagined the fullness, thewrongnessof it as I’d pumped myself hard and fast into my fist—how wrong it was for the perfect Prince to want hisarch-enemy. To be on my knees for him, gagging for his cock.

It was happening.

Or at least, if I managed to break out from my trance.

“Are you going to do anything down there, or just stare at my crotch?” Travis asked, his words cool but his tone was rough.

He wasn’t as unperturbed as he wanted to pretend he was.

That gave me the necessary courage to tug his sweatpants down.

There were no boxers underneath. Only a half-hard, swelling cock.

Fuck.

The sight of it up close was obscene. Seeing how it hardened, reddened, all his blood coming to this thick body part, made my heart race, feeling it in my ears.

This was happening.

Taking it in hand, I gave it a hard tug. Then another. He felt smooth, silky in my palm, the tip already beading with pre-cum and—that was going into my mouth.

I felt Travis’s hand come to my hair. He wasn’t pushing me like one of my dark fantasies might have suggested, and instead, he was just putting his hand there, steady as he looked down on me, eyes dark and jaw tight.

There was a blush coming to my cheeks, and I avoided looking into his eyes as I finally sucked it into my mouth.

God, it felt weird, the way his rock-hard length felt against my tongue, against my inner cheeks. Weird, hot, dirty and so fuckingright. I’d needed something. Something to cull the restlessness under my skin, the uneasy energy following me everywhere. Surely if I gave into temptation, the lure of it would fade?

I had to find out.

I started moving, started sucking his cock, trying to get more of it into my mouth at each turn, but I couldn’t get far enough, it was fuckingbigand—

“Easy there,” Travis said, voice rough and brushing a thumb on my hair.

He hadn’t been saying anything, only the ragged sounds of his breath letting me know that he was very much aware of what was happening. Even with his gravelly voice filling my ears now, it felt somehow softer. Less mean than minutes before, when we’d been angry at each other and not with his thick length in my mouth.

“I’m going to fuck into your mouth. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is pat my leg or push me away, I won’t stop you,” Travis said, hold tightening in my hair.

A flush was starting in my chest, the mere idea of him pushing into my mouth more arousing than I would have ever imagined, but I stopped pushing, letting go of his base. I put my hands on his hips and waited for him to do it.

Then he did. Travis pushed into my mouth, slowly at first, letting me feel every thick inch of his length.Fuck. Travis wasdriving itinto my mouth as I stayed still and pliant, the sensation a little overwhelming in the best way possible. It wasn’t long before his crown reached the back of my throat, leaving me with my nose on his crotch.

Jesus.

My jeans were painfully suffocating my erection, yet somehow the pain only added to my desire.

I was stuffed, mouth full of cock, and nothing had ever felt this good in my life.

Without warning, Travis started thrusting into me in earnest, in and out of my mouth like he’d done it a million times, holding me by the hair and plundering me with his cock. The sound of my saliva wasmorethan obscene, our ragged breaths filling the room, a ragged moan coming out of me as he touched the back of my throat again.

“God, you look so pretty around my cock. Look how good you’re taking it,” Travis said all of a sudden, steadily thrusting into me. “Is this what you wanted, Scott? Did the Prince just want to let go, and have me fuck his mouth? You’re gagging for it.”

I was. I fucking was.

My brain was fuzzy with lust like I’d never known before. Travis’s words made memoanaround his cock, my hips moving against empty air. I was sure my cheeks were pink from embarrassment, his words washing over me like a drug. They hit something inside me that had been needy and aching, unsatisfied and ignored for too long, and now that I was finally giving in, it felt a little bit like flying.

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