Page 12 of Hold Me Down (KRK Security #4)

The heat had been simmering inside Dave from the very moment Travis had put his hands on Dave's thigh, so close to his groin, but it was only there in the background since Travis was really working those muscles—while it wasn't painful, it wasn't all pleasure, either.

At least until Travis had whispered those words and something flipped immediately in Dave's head.

He was ready for a different kind of rubbing and petting now.

It was gratifying to see Travis's cock interested as well, but Travis wasn't the one dealing with an injury, which meant…

Dave didn't know what it meant, other than what he'd already known—he was so gone for this man that it was ridiculous.

Not to mention dangerous, like the smile Travis was offering him now.

"I'm all for a massage with a happy ending, but if you don't wanna, that's fine, too."

"It's my leg that's broken, not my dick," Dave tossed back, but when Travis leaned in for a kiss, he melted back against the mattress, surrendering. "You can check for yourself, if you want."

Travis chuckled against his lips. "Generous of you."

"I know, right?"

Dave started to pull his hands out from under his head, but Travis stopped him.

"No, leave them there." He dropped a kiss on Dave's jaw, then another one. "I thought I might ride you like this, if you promise not to move."

Fuck .

"Yeah." Already out of breath, Dave didn't think he was going to last very long, but he was definitely going to try. "Yeah, whatever you want."

"Good."

Travis bit his neck right over the collarbone before sucking on it, gently at first, then harder.

"Oops," he whispered as he pulled back, with no real regret in his voice. "I think that's going to stay for a bit."

It was rare for them to leave marks, especially where they would be visible at work. Dave wasn't going anywhere any time soon, though, so…

"Fine by me." He tried arching his back, but it was hard to get any kind of leverage with his hands behind his head and one leg out of commission. "It would be even better if you started on that ride already."

"Mmm, I'm not sure." Travis dropped a kiss after a kiss along Dave's left shoulder, biting lightly every once in a while. "I'm in no hurry."

Dave slumped against the mattress, knowing that if Travis wanted to go for slow foreplay, they'd move at a glacial pace that would still leave Dave more out of breath than a hard and fast fuck, for some reason. He needed to conserve some energy, if he was to have any hopes of surviving this.

He wasn't above playing a bit dirty, too.

"I'm not sure how long I can have you in my lap with my leg being how it is. You'd better hurry."

Somehow, it wasn't hard to admit it like this, as a part of sex, a part of teasing and getting what he wanted. Put him on the couch and ask him how he was feeling, and Dave would deny any discomfort whatsoever, but this? He didn't mind this, at all.

Especially since it got Travis moving.

"I want you to know that I can tell you're playing me," he said, getting off the bed to undress quickly.

Unable to touch, Dave only stared at Travis—his body almost as familiar as Dave's own after so many years.

"Noted," he offered as an afterthought, because Travis was grabbing the lube now, and getting back onto the bed, only this time situating himself astray Dave's lap, a bit higher than usual.

Then he hovered, not sitting down fully. "Is this good?"

"You can't maintain that position."

Travis dropped his head with a sigh.

"How about you don't challenge me like this? You know how I get."

"I want you to actually sit on me." Dave tilted his head a bit but still maintained eye contact. "I want to feel your weight on me, and I want to fill you up and then watch you bounce on my cock. I can't have that when you're so far away."

"Fuck, Dave." Travis opened the lube with a shaky hand. "You're too hot for your own good, has anyone told you that?"

"You might have, once or twice." Curling his fingers under the pillow, Dave licked his lips as Travis began to prepare himself. "Let me touch you, come on."

"Nope."

Dave swallowed hard as Travis added a second finger.

"Please, I can't—"

"Fuck, you're really desperate now, aren't you?" Travis's eyelids fluttered close, a sure sign he was feeling the stretch and it was good . "Thinking about how you'd put your hands on my thighs? Or on my hips, to try and pull me closer?"

Yes . Yes, that, and more , Dave didn't even care at this point, he simply wanted to feel Travis's skin under his palms, Travis's muscles shifting as he rose and fell on Dave's lap.

"Please," Dave moaned, not caring how needy he sounded. Travis had already seen through him, so what was the point? As long as it got Dave what he wanted… "Please, I'll be good, I swear."

Then Travis was suddenly right there, kissing the breath out of Dave as if he was trying to lick the words out of his mouth.

"I should've made you beg a long time ago," he whispered against Dave's mouth. "It's the hottest thing I've ever heard."

Dave almost keened as the heat spread through him.

"No, it would be better if I could touch you. I'd take care of you, pull your cock just right, you know I would."

"Of course you would." Travis pressed his cheek against Dave's, hot skin against hot skin. "But I love having you like this."

Clenching his fingers on the pillow so hard his hands hurt, Dave swallowed back the words that had no place in this moment. This was all about sex and how good it felt.

"Sit on me already, then," he breathed out. "Stop teasing and—"

Travis kissed him again, hard and fast, but then he did sit up. He rested one of his hands on Dave's chest and grabbed Dave's cock with the other.

"You sure you're ready?" the asshole asked, as if he couldn't feel it, and Dave wanted to scream.

"Drag this out more, and I'll come before you get to feel me inside you."

"Before I get to, huh?" Travis grinned. "What an honor."

"Don't you forget it."

"Impossible."

Despite the teasing, Travis finally moved back a little and started lowering himself on Dave's cock.

Fuuuck .

Dave tried to buck his hips, but with Travis's weight on him, and with the cast on his leg, any kind of serious leverage was impossible without risking another injury. He still tried, leaning harder on his arms as he arched his back, but that barely did anything.

"So impatient." Travis shook his head, even though he, too, was panting now, his chest glistening with sweat. "I'll get you there, and you know it."

I do , Dave thought, tilting his head back again, eyes shut and hands clenched, the pleasure sneaking up on him, teasing at the edges when he expected an overwhelming wave.

They'd almost never done it like this, with an unhurried roll of Travis's hips and the way he tightened his muscles around Dave's cock despite appearing as if he had all the time in the world.

They'd definitely never done it with Dave's hands tucked away.

Clearing his throat, Dave opened his eyes again and looked straight at Travis.

"You just want me to beg again."

It was supposed to be a complaint, but it didn't quite work out like one—more of a breathless admission, an invitation to something Dave couldn't quite grasp.

Travis brushed his fingers over Dave's nipples, as if he hadn't yet tortured him enough.

"After today, I may want to hear you beg all day, every day, for as long as I live."

Dave's heart came to a halt before picking up in a rapid clip before his mind could catch up, before he could tell himself that, no, it didn't mean anything, it was only the heat of the moment, a fantasy of having Dave at Travis's mercy, not of having Dave forever.

Before he could spiral any further, Travis pressed his blunt nail against Dave's nipple, sending a sharp zigzag of pleasure down his body and distracting him fully.

"Come on already," Dave whispered as he stared at Travis barely blinking. "You know you want this, too."

A lazy smile bloomed on Travis's face and Dave prepared himself for even more teasing, but then Travis angled his hips a bit and his eyelids fluttered close.

"Fuck, that's good."

Everything became faster and harder after that—Travis's rhythm, Dave's breathing, the swirls of tension and pleasure running all over his body—and Dave might have let out some more pleas, but he couldn't be sure, too focused on how good it felt, how right.

He was going to be hurting all over once they were done, but he didn't care.

What he did care about was Travis coming apart on his lap, pumping his cock and biting his lower lip.

"All day, every day, for as long as I live."

Travis's words echoed in Dave's head, and they fit this moment perfectly, because if Dave could have him like this, right there, until the day he died, he would be the happiest man on Earth.

"Come on me, yeah," he whispered now, hands coming to grip Travis's hips before he could register the thought of doing so. "Show me."

And Travis did, streaks of come landing on Dave's stomach and chest as Travis threw his head back and groaned, voice halting as if out of breath.

Dave's orgasm hit a second later, almost hard enough to be painful, and he closed his eyes, lost for words but floating in pleasure, in tightness and release, in the feeling of Travis's skin under his hands.

Then Travis fell forward, dropping his head against Dave's collarbone, and the scent of him, of them , hit Dave's right in the chest. He hid his face in Travis's hair, chasing more of it, and as the shivers of post-coital high ran right under his skin, Dave didn't think of anything, didn't analyze, or wonder, or hope.

In that moment, he had everything he wanted. Everything he needed.

Nothing else mattered.