SWNOVELS Good Behavior: Chapter 15
My heart pounds and my hands shake as I unlock the door to my trailer. Bram is right up against my back, urging me forward.
It’s been a week since our little drive into the country and I fucked myself out on my massive dildo for him. When I sent him the video, he replied with one of his own, jacking off in his bed, coating his abdomen with spurt after spurt of cum before telling me I couldn’t touch myself again until we were together.
Bastard.
We both received negative test results, and he’s as desperate for me as I am for him. After dropping off Ant, I head out right as Bram walks out the front door, heading for the Wild Heart truck with his overnight bag in hand.
As soon as we’re inside my trailer, I turn to kiss him, but he’s looking around the space.
“It’s amazing what you’ve done in here, Nacho.”
I shrug. “I took classes when I was in jail. I guess I paid attention.”
“This is beautiful work. You could almost do these restorations for a living.”
I wrinkle my nose and shake my head. “I like doing this for myself, and I would definitely help a friend, but these restorations are so picky… I wouldn’t wanna have to deal with other people’s opinions. I’ll stick to fencing.”
“Mmmm,” he rumbles, kissing my nose and lips. Just being able to stand here in my place with Bram is everything.
He pushes me through the kitchen area into the tiny hallway, fumbling for the doors. He finds the small shower closet.
“Damn,” he curses. “I wanted to get naked and wet with you.”
Unfortunately, it’s not possible in the microscopic shower. By way of compromise, he insists I leave the door open as I bathe myself so he can direct me and help me with the more hard-to-reach spots. We splash some water into the hallway, but it’s not too bad. He switches places with me and is efficient in washing off the day. By the time he’s done, I’m waiting by the room for him. His mouth hooks into a grin.
“Is this an actual king-size bed?” he asks, surprised.
It is surprising for such a small space until you realize it takes up the entire footprint of the bedroom, save for a narrow strip on the right to make room for the world’s tiniest bedside table.
“Yep.”
“Why is it so high off the floor?”
I reach over to the side of the bed and press on the drawer, popping it out.
“Storage.”
“Do you have any lotion? Lube?”
Reaching into my micro side table, I grin. “I have both.”
“You keep everything so neat and orderly in your home, Ignacio. Excellent job,” he says, climbing onto the bed and sliding his naked body next to mine.
Now that I can, I lazily take in Bram’s features. He’s the exact halfway point between hairless and fur-bearing mammal. A generous amount of dark hair anoints his chest, trailing down over his belly, up and down his legs, emphasizing every perfect muscle.
I whistle under my breath. “You’ve got one hell of a gym routine.”
“Had to do something with all the sexual frustration,” he admits, his eyes coming to mine. “You’ve bewitched me, body and soul.”
“Okay, Jane Austen.”
Yes, I love Jane Austen. I blame the prison system.
Still, it’s new, Bram letting me see his vulnerability.
Reaching out to squeeze his powerful biceps, I grin. “I must’ve been on your mind an awful lot.”
He answers me with a kiss, snaking his leg around mine. We stay like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other, kissing, sliding against one another, reveling in the freedom—that wasn’t ours to take—to do this. Even though we’re naked and there are hard-ons involved, this isn’t purely sexual. His words come back to me. This is wrong, and I don’t want it to be right.
I don’t either.
Our kissing intensifies, and he slowly rolls me onto my back, letting his weight settle on top of me. I groan into the luxury, only now realizing how much I need this from him.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers feverishly against my lips.
“Please,” I beg. “Please take care of me, Dr. Barlowe.”
Cocooned in our little bubble, he grabs the bottle of lotion and pours a generous amount into his hands, rubbing them together. When his palms land on my chest, they are warm and slick and so fucking sensual.
Methodically, he spreads the lotion across my chest and belly, causing me to arch when his palms glance over my nipples. He then moves to my arms, coating every square inch of skin. Adding more lotion to his hands, he switches things up and starts at my feet, then moves up my calves, pressing at the tender spots on my shins before rubbing circles on my knee and inner thigh.
I’m hard and ready to be touched, but he ignores my insistent hips in favor of flipping me over and repeating the process on my back and ass, up and down my legs.
“The color of your skin is so beautiful,” he says, his praise floating like bubbles in my chest. “Also, whoever did these tattoos knew what they were doing.”
Unable to stop from having a little fun with him, I admit into the pillow, “I traded blowjobs for every single one of these tattoos.”
Smack.
His broad hand lands across my ass.
I look back, grinning. “I was just telling the truth. Are you punishing me for telling the truth?”
Smack.
“We’ve already established that this is not punishment for you.”
Bram quickly moves on from the subject, and his jealousy only spurs me on.
Spreading my cheeks, he slides lotion up and down my channel using his thumb. Everything he does feels like a slow, methodical examination, and he hums and purrs every time he sees something he likes.
“I’ve counted the tattoos, Ignacio. It’s only fair you take my cock for every single one of them.”
I rock my hips, shaking my ass at him. “You promise?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
He leans over, thrusting his bare cock between my cheeks as he whispers, “I always keep my word.”
I press up against him, needing him, but he pulls away. Before I can whine, he flips me again, pausing to admire my body, tracing over my tattoos with firm, sensual pressure.
Grabbing my foot, he pushes my knee toward my belly, stretching my hamstrings and exposing my hole to him. He presses his thumb against my rim as he deepens the stretch. I moan and roll my hips, enjoying the sensation of his thumb tipping in and out of me.
I grumble when he releases the leg, but then he stretches the other in the same way, thumbing me again.
Finally, he pushes both knees back toward my belly. Leaning forward, he runs his hot, thick tongue against my hole before pressing it inside. I shout, completely unconcerned about whether my sex-crazed neighbors can hear me.
As he continues tongue-fucking me, he plays around with my foreskin, pulling it back and over my cockhead, stretching the sensitive skin while pushing his tongue farther inside me.
He continues this fucking torture until I’m a drooling mess, then pulls away, gently letting my feet hit the mattress. Cupping my sides with his large hands, he uses his thumbs to massage the muscles on my belly, moving up to my rib cage, pressing and swirling against my aching nipples.
I’m completely under his power, and I love how he’s not just taking over but actually taking care of me. Coming in for a sensual, deep kiss, he shares my intimate scent with me before moving down my neck. He straddles my belly, and I reach for his proud, sharply curving cock, imagining what it’ll do to my insides.
He catches my hands, using his thumbs to massage the meaty parts of my palm. Stretching my arms above my head, he noses my armpit, the tickle and the stretch fucking erotic. The sensations are so intense that he has to clamp down with his knees to prevent me from arching up.
Dragging my head between his legs, he angles his cock toward my mouth, pushing it past my lips. He grabs the windowsill above my bed and shifts his hips, stroking himself in and out of my mouth. I greedily take him in, slurping on his fat mushroom head, loving the shape.
All the while praises pour out of his mouth.
“Such a good, beautiful boy.”
“You have the perfect mouth, Ignacio.”
“You’re taking me so well, Ignacio.”
Needing relief, I whimper around his thick, pretty cock.
“Patience, Ignacio. I’m not done with you.”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe.”
He goes back to fucking my mouth, making me take his cock deeper and deeper.
“Such a good cocksucker, Ignacio,” he grunts, pushing all the way in, then gagging me with short, fast thrusts to the back of my throat.
He pulls back. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “More, please.”
His eyes heat, and he once again feeds me his engorged cock, choking me with it until my eyes water.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, thumbing the tears from my eyes.
He pulls out of my mouth and lets me scoot back up to the pillows, stopping to kiss and praise me as he runs his cock alongside mine.
Shifting back, he grabs the lube from my side table and smooths it over his hard curved cock. He presses my knees toward my chest, smearing lube on my exposed hole, stretching me with one finger, then two.
Setting my right foot over his shoulder, he leans in to cup my jaw, turning my face to his.
“Yes?” he asks softly.
I nod. “Please.”
“Still good to go bare?” he asks, notching against me.
“I need it, Dr. Barlowe.”
With his eyes capturing my gaze, my mouth drops open as he slowly, painfully, perfectly stuffs me full of his cock.
“Oh, good boy. Keep taking it, Ignacio. Yes, like that. So, so good.”
Angling my hips, I start babbling about the perfection of his cock. Words like curved, thick, fat, and perfect tumble from my lips.
“Fuck me, Dr. Barlowe. Breed me, mark me. Please.”
Nearly pulling out, he snaps his hips forward, over and over.
“So you’re my dirty boy, Ignacio? You want my cum?”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe,” I pant.
“You like it when I take care of you?”
“Yes. You take such good care of me.”
He growls, taking my mouth again, plunging his tongue deep inside as he snaps his hips, forward and back, forward and back, pressing my knees back, changing the angle on his thrusts until I can’t help the pleasured sounds coming from me.
“I’m so close. Can I come, Dr. Barlowe?” I ask, panting, staring into his eyes. He sharpens his jaw and shakes his head.
“Please, Dr. Barlowe?”
“You have to earn it.”
“How do I earn it? I’ll do anything.”
Grabbing my hand, he sinks his mouth onto my middle finger, sucking it, getting it slippery wet.
With that, he leans forward, kissing me deep and long. I reach around, following the unspoken command like I always have.
Swirling the wet finger around his pucker, I push in carefully as he drives his hips back, forcing my finger deeper inside, then snaps his hips forward, fucking deep into me. He continues, back and forth, back and forth, moaning into my ear as I carefully crook my finger just so.
“That’s it. Good boy. Good fucking boy,” he breathes heavily into my ear. “Come for me, Ignacio.”
The idea that I could cause him this much pleasure, that I could somehow coax another good boy from his lips? Fuck, that’s game over. When his strong hand wraps around my cock, I ignite, shattering as he jacks me.
I can’t help the sound coming out of my mouth as the orgasm peaks, and before I think it can’t get any better, he begins to moan and grunt, squeezing around my finger. The telltale pulsing is the only warning I get before I’m filled with his hot cum.
“You have the most fucking perfect hole, Ignacio,” he says, speeding up through his orgasm.
Fuck, so fast and deep.
He thrusts in one final time, pulsing his hips through the last of it before relaxing his full weight on top of me, cum leaking onto my duvet.
We lie like that for several minutes, catching our breath, hopefully not regretting anything.
He admits he likes doing the wrong thing, so I push it.
“You are so bad, Dr. Barlowe,” I whisper breathlessly. “Look at you, fucking your patient. How could you?”
He responds by kissing me hard.
I pull away, panting. “It turns you on to be this bad, doesn’t it, Dr. Barlowe?”
He takes my mouth again, dominating me, telling me in no uncertain terms how much he wants this. I let myself have an evil little grin, finally truly understanding how this is very much a two-way street. How much I have him in the palm of my hand. How much Bram correcting and praising me is as necessary to him as it is to me.
Finally parting, we clean up quickly, taking turns rinsing off in the little closet shower, never more than a few inches apart the entire time, both of us clingy and desperate.
Following me back to the bed, he playfully tackles me, which makes me laugh.
“Nacho,” he says, saying my real name with so much fucking warmth it threatens to make my chest explode. “I am genuinely, truly sorry I didn’t do a better job of setting the stage for us. Thank you. Thank you for giving this to me.”
Knocked a little speechless by the sincerity in his eyes, I can only whisper Bram against his lips before kissing him and pulling him to me.
We nap, and when we wake up a few hours later, he rolls me over, once again ruining my hole for other men with the demanding curve of his cock. He comes inside me, and this time we don’t play doctor and patient.
“Nacho, you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with.”
“I’ve never felt as understood as I do with you, Bram.”
It feels so…natural.
As we drift off again, Bram’s cell phone goes off.
He pinches his brows together. “That’s Charlie’s ring,” he says, checking the screen.
Nosy, I look over his shoulder.
Charlie: Emergency situation. Please come back to the ranch.
“Should I go with you?” I ask, kissing his shoulder. He shakes his head. “This probably has to do with a new guest.”
“Ugh, stupid needy people. I want to be the needy one,” I fake-complain, sending him a pout.
Growling, he takes me in one of his all-consuming kisses.
“Ignacio. This is work. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Okay, Dr. Barlowe,” I tease back. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”