Page 52 of Obsessed with my Temptation

My heart had ached, hearing about his past. I’d wanted to rage and howl and make people listen, because couldn’t they see the Travis that I saw? This wonderful guy, frustrating and caring, playful andgood?

Said guy was tugging sounds out of me that I’d never made before. Travis put his face on my neck, soothing me from time to time, like I was a wounded animal, and it only made things hotter. The fact that he wasdoingthis to me, this sweet torture, and he was trying to soothe me both. The fact that I loved it so much. That he tempted me with kisses, fucking my mouth with his tongue before pulling back.

Thankfully, there had only been about an hour—one terrible hour—left of the movie. When we were done, I all but demanded that we leave andjust fucking fuck me.

Not my most eloquent moment.

Travis drove us between laughs to a parking area near his apartment, sleepy and silent at this hour of the night. The backseat of Travis’s car laid down, which gave us more space to ravage each other, and we climbed into that back seat like our lives depended on it.

We devoured each other’s mouths, hands roaming and squeezing, pulling hair and tightening on each other. I felt starved for him. I wanted him closer, I wanted all of Travis’s attention, all of his intensity and his danger. His hands reached for my ass, giving it a hard squeeze and making me groan into his mouth.

Travis pushed me down, just like I’d wanted him to. He was straddling me, looking dark andsofucking hungry, pulling my t-shirt off, then my jeans and boxers. I loved the force he used. Just enough to make mefeelit, like he was manhandling me, like he couldn’t fucking wait.

I felt breathless when I saw him take his t-shirt off.Jesus. I didn’t think I’d ever felt this…hotstaring at a man’s chest before. Travis’s muscles bulged as he moved in the cramped space, and a teasing smile spread his lips as I felt the need to lick mine. I was a little entranced. Staring.

Watching him always.

He came down to push our lips together, the kisses biting, a taste of teeth and tongues that made me feel a bit high, a bit drunk on our connection. Travis had a way to push all of my buttons, to make all my fantasies come true and make themeven better. Because they were real, and they were with him.

He took a package of lube out along with a condom, and amid kissing and groaning, he parted my legs, holding them open, exposing me to him in a way that made my cheeks heat and my cock harden even more, and started pushing one of his fingers inside me.

I was kind of tense.

“Shhh, relax, sweetheart.” Travis left soft kisses on my face, a contrast to what we were doing. His softness and roughness combined perfectly.

Fuck.

Why was I like this?

I wanted this so bad, I’d beenthinkingabout this ever since he suggested it the night at the frat party. But for some reason, this felt…momentous. Like I would finally be giving in to the monsters that had haunted me for so many years. And even after everything, I was still afraid. Afraid to give in, afraid to bebad and wrong.

My breath hitched.

“We don’t have to do this, you know,” he said softly, holding my face with the hand that wasn’t in my ass, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“Iwant to, I just…” I didn’t have words to explain it.

His gray eyes looked so clear, even in the low light. I had gotten used to the darkness, and the soft reflection of a streetlight on the edge of his irises made him feel a bit unreal. A fever dream.

“You’re still holding on to control, Scott,” he said, as if he could read my mind. “You have to let go.Give incompletely. Submit to me.”

Submit to me.

I had submissive inclinations, but I was too afraid to submit to my desires.

After a quick nod, Travis kissed me again. He pushed his body weight on me, pinning me down, making me feel just a bit trapped, and slowly, I started letting go. One finger became two, and he was touching mejustright. More animalistic sounds were set free from my mouth, groans, whimpers, I soundedin pain, but all I wanted was for him to fuck me. To take me.

“Travis,please, I’m ready. Justfuck me.”

He chuckled. “I told you you would beg.”

Condom on, he started pushing in. It was slow, but then he was bottoming out, and there was a ball of lust in my throat.

“That’s it, Scott. Let go.”

And I did.

Travis started fucking me with long, deep strokes, his mouth dripping filth into my ear. He told me how good I felt, what a sweet hole I had, and I took all of it, speechless and spellbound by Travis’s hard thrusts, by the way his body was bracketing mine, the grunts each time he slapped against my ass.

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