That gets me a small laugh. Then Travis studies me, and I do my best to project a happy image. Honestly, I’m a grown ass man, and May wanting to do something with her grandmother instead of me for the first time is not the end of the world. It’s really not.

Especially not when I’m lying here with Travis in my bed after he made me feel so good that I saw stars. I want to make him feel that good too. I need to.

He must read this desire on my face, because he lets me maneuver my way out of the depressing conversation and onto my back. He strips off his boxers, tossing them aside, before crawling on top of me. We kiss, slowly at first, then eventually building back up to a frenzy.

He’s hard again, his cock nudging into the crease between my groin and thigh, smearing precum along its path.

“Do you have lube?” he asks.

I stretch my arm out, and he lifts off me so I can roll onto my side to grab it from the drawer in my nightstand. He takes it from me, then finishes rolling me over until I’m lying on my stomach. I’m confused for a moment, but I let him do his thing, listening to the cap opening and the lube squirting out. I hear him slicking himself up, and then his big, capable hands part my ass cheeks before his hard, wet length slides up between them.

Oh.

Yeah, I can totally get on board with this.

I lie still, letting him take what he needs from my body. After a few moments of this, it starts to send me into a blissful haze. When he slides lower, his cockhead bumping gently behind my balls, a pleased sound escapes me.

His breathing has picked up, and he’s letting out small grunts and moans, rutting against me now. “Cross your legs at the ankles,” he orders.

And yup, uh-huh, okay. Anything he wants. I do as he says, then crane my neck to watch him as he slicks himself up again before pushing his cock between my thighs. I tighten them around him, making him groan.

“Ngh. Fuck yeah, just like that.”

He keeps fucking my thighs, rubbing along my taint with each thrust. I’m growing hard again, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t about me. This is all about Travis and the pleasure I can give him.

His rhythm eventually becomes erratic, signaling he’s close. Then he moans, loud enough to make me remember the guests sleeping down the hall. But before I can urge him to be quiet, he releases, leaving a warm mess dripping between my thighs.

He collapses on top of me, draping his chest over my back, his breathing still harsh. I’m pretty sure some of his cum smears into my ass cheek.