To show him that by “matters” I mean myself, I reach for my dick. But before I can wrap my hand around it, he grabs my wrist and carefully maneuvers my arm behind my back, trapping it between our bodies. I whine and he lets go, his hand coming up to wrap loosely around my throat instead.

Despite being free to move my arm now, I don’t. I don’t move at all. His other hand is still pressed over my hip, and his fingers might as well be rope for how restrained I feel. And I mean that in a good way. A pretty fucking awesome way, actually. Because he has my body flush against his and he clearly wants to keep me here.

I suppose I’ll survive a few more minutes without touching my dick.

Maybe.

Thirty seconds, at least.

Even though he’s not that much bigger than me, Travis maneuvers my body easily, like I’m his puppet. He brings both of my arms up over my head and settles my hands on the nape of his neck. I scratch my nails lightly through his hair as he continues to tease me with kisses to my neck and shoulders.

This time when I start a rocking motion, pushing my ass against him, he doesn’t stop me. In fact, his grip on my hip tightens, but he uses it to guide my body back and forth. He uses his other hand to take turns playing with my nipples until they harden and I lose my rhythm.

I’m squirming more than rocking now. But I can feel his stiff length poking into my ass, so hopefully that means he’s ready to end this torture and move on to the main event.

I don’t even notice my hand has drifted out of his hair and down to my dick again. Travis notices though. And rather than grabbing my wrist this time, he responds with a hard bite to the top of my shoulder.

“Ow! Fucking hell,” I cry. But even though it hurt, it also made my dick twitch in my hand. Weird.

“Too much?” he asks, licking over the spot he just attacked.

I whip my head fiercely side to side. If he wants to bite me, he can bite me. Hell, I’ll let him do pretty much anything he wants at this point, as long as he puts my dick in his mouth before I explode. Because I’d like to explode with my dick in his mouth, thank you very much.

With no warning, he squats down a bit, securing one arm behind my thighs, and then scoops me up bridal-style like I weigh nothing. Wrapping my arms around his neck instinctually, I let him carry me the few steps to the bed. Which he proceeds to toss me onto.