Family Camp (Daddy Dearest, #1)(51)

He made himself break away. “I’d better watch what I’m doing, or we might end up with a very slick light socket.”

Travis chuckled. “Let me.” He sat up and moved to kneel between Geo’s thighs, pulling at his hips until Geo was on his back. Geo liked the feel of Travis’s hands, shaking with need, so he said nothing about being manhandled. He put his hands behind his head and tilted his hips in invitation.

Travis’s eyes narrowed as if Geo was tempting him purposefully. Which he was. There was one small lamp turned on, the light soft and yellow. It turned Travis’s gorgeous body and his proud erection golden.

Damn, that was a gorgeous sight. His six-pack had motherfucking shadows. Geo took a deep breath to calm himself as Travis sat on his haunches and pulled Geo’s hips up onto his lap.

“Oh, God.” Geo threw up his hands to brace them on the wall behind his head. There was no headboard, which was probably a blessing, because there’d be no way to stop if from banging.

Travis uncapped the lube and put some in his hand. He looked dangerous as he bent down. He sucked Geo into his mouth while two slick fingers rubbed at his hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Geo whispered, pressing harder against the wall.

And yeah. Yeah. This was even better than being taken against the door. Geo tried to cling to the sensations. The dual assault of Travis’s sucking mouth and those fingers playing with his sensitive rim, pushing in so slow, was… Oh, holy hell. That was award-winning sex right there.

Travis’s mouth was hot and had the pull of a Hoover. And his fingers were somehow strong and graceful and oh-so-slow. This. This could lead to one hell of an orgasm. Geo enjoyed the sensations as long as he could without breaking.

“Jesus Christ. Don’t be so good,” Geo gasped.

Geo felt a smile around his dick then Travis pulled off. He pushed his fingers in deeper, harder, burning a little. “This better?”

Geo let out a shaky breath, feeling the cliff edge recede. “Yeah. Like that. Oh fuck. Don’t wanna come until you’re inside me. I get a little too sensitive after.”

“So I need to come first? Don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Travis said, his voice strained.

“C’mon. I’m ready.”

Travis put a condom on, fingers shaking, then leaned over Geo. The push in was beautifully brutal and time stuttered to a stop. Travis went slow until some combination of Geo pressing his heels against Travis’s backside, and moaning, got him to slam home.

They paused, panting. It stung. It had been a long time since Geo had bottomed. But Travis’s dick was aiming up, and pressure built in Geo’s sweet spot, a niggling itch that became more insistent, pleasure waiting impatiently in the wings.

“Move,” he gritted out, when he couldn’t take it anymore.

Travis did, thrusting slow, too slow. By the way he was shaking, it was obvious he was already on the edge. Geo tugged on his locked arms, pulling him down until he bore Travis’s weight, and kissing him deeply. Travis was long enough to still fuck him like this—short, shallow thrusts that were just on the good side of a tease. They both coasted like that for a while, enjoying the steady pleasure, the promise of bliss, the sense of connection, skin to skin.

Geo wrapped his calves around Travis’s legs and moved his hips a little, just enough to nudge the shallow thrusts a little deeper. He wanted to moan and did, trusting Travis to swallow every one.

Travis was still shaking. Geo ran his hands up and down Travis’s back to soothe him. And he finally broke the kiss.

“Come on, big boy. Ride me like you mean it,” Geo whispered, batting his eyelashes.

Travis smirked. “I’ll do my best. But we can’t make noise.”

“A silent fuck. Kinky. Want me to pretend I’m asleep?”

Travis laughed and kissed him quiet.

Travis wrapped his arms around Geo’s back, holding his shoulders down so he could thrust, hard. He picked up the pace, sharp and fast. With Travis’s weight on top of him, pinning him down, and Travis’s tongue in his mouth, Geo felt trapped in a delicious way, unable to do anything but take it, take that jabbing cock that was owning him. It was heady stuff and Geo’s mind spun off to a place where there was only the building pressure and pleasure in his body. He tilted his hips a smidge until that jabbing rod hit his prostate again and again. Oh God.

Within minutes, he was close. He tried to get his hand between their bodies, but Travis took the hint. He got his own hand there first and, wrapping it around Geo’s dick, squeezed.

And that was that. Geo’s eyes rolled back into this head and he sucked on Travis’s tongue so hard it probably hurt. Only maybe it was a good pain because Travis was coming too, pushing in tight as Geo’s body pulsed around him, going deeper, deeper, in an instinct as old as time.





Chapter 25




They lay there, side-by-side, as Geo waited for his heart to calm down from runaway-locomotive speed. Travis’s fingers found his hand and stroked lightly. Geo opened his palm and let Travis have his way.

Who would have imagined that the guy who’d once been Mr. Prickly had such a touchy-feely side? Well, if he liked touch, Geo was more than willing to volunteer.

He grinned at a vision of himself following Travis around on the field of a huge ballpark, trailing him like a shadow, rubbing soothing circles on his back or briefly clasping his arm to keep him grounded, all while Travis and everyone else focused on the game.