Page 116 of Catch Me
Sitting up, I wrapped an arm around him and guided him onto his back. I kissed the pulse point in his neck and paid attention to how quickly his heart was beating. It was pretty damn fast.
“We don’t have to do any of that,” I said.
“But can we?”
While I thought about it, he used his nails to stroke down my back. It gave me goosebumps and triggered a shiver. After a minute, I nodded. “Only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure about you.”
Dipping my head to kiss his chest, I smiled. He sat up and pulled his shirt off, and I flattened my hands against his abdomen. “Tell me what you want.”
He huffed, but when I moved lower, he arched his hips. “I want you to...”
“If you can’t say it, you’re not ready.”
“Fuck you, Travis.”
There was hardly any strength behind it, and I had to hold back a laugh. Once I reached his waistband, I stopped. He gripped my hair, but I didn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet.
“Damnit,” he groaned. “I want you . . . to make me cum.”
“How?”
He lifted his head, then dropped it back to the pillow. After taking a dramatically long breath, he met my eyes. “Suck my dick, Travis. Please.”
I yanked his shorts down until his cock bobbed free. He swore when my tongue traced the vein on the underside of his shaft. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked him a couple of times, enjoying how thick he was. I wanted to feel him in my mouth again, so I sucked on his head for a second before I took him deeper.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “God, yes, Travis.”
Hearing my name come from his throat in that voice made my cock throb. His fingers were gripping his thighs, and I wasn’t sure if it was tension or something else. I tapped on the back of his hand so that he’d look at me.
“Chrby brny,” I said around his cock. His eyes were wide, but he breathed a laugh and his body relaxed, so acting like a fool seemed like it’d been worth it.
“Dumbass,” he muttered.
I moved faster, applying pressure underneath his head each time I pulled back. I paused there and firmed my tongue to stimulate him more strongly.
He whimpered and I froze. Raising my gaze, I took in the expression on his face. It was soft but pained in the way that reflected a pleasure I wanted to own.
When I repeated the motion, he made the same sound. Roman I-don’t-agree-with-gay-people Valdez fucking whimpered for meagain.
No going back now.
I wanted to sink my fingers into his asshole, but I just wrapped one arm around his leg while I buried his cock in my throat. He gripped my hair more tightly and thrust upward, pushing himself as deep as he could go. I stayed like that, letting him guide the movements for a minute. Taking his hand, I held it on the bed and pulled back to the tip where more precum released. After swiping it with my tongue, I hummed around him.
“God,” he gasped.
I could tell he was trying not to make much sound after he noticed them earlier, so I clung to each one. His breaths sped up, and I did the same with my mouth. When his cock swelled, he gripped my fingers hard enough to make them ache.
Looking up, I didn’t slow my pace. His eyes were closed, but I watched the way his face pinched when his hips jerked. His mouth opened at the same moment that his cum hit my tongue. It shot into my throat, and I groaned as I continued to milk him until he had nothing left.
After sucking on his head for a second, I leaned my forehead against his hip and stroked his stomach. “You look so sexy when you cum.”
He tensed, so I just gave him a minute to process whatever was going on in his head. Since I was impatient, it may have been closer to thirty seconds before I perched my chin on his abdomen and stared up at him.
“Do you regret it?”
He looked at me with a furrowed brow. “I don’t think so.”
