Page 121 of Catch Me
His teeth rolled over his lower lip. “Yes.”
I hummed thoughtfully as I popped open the button on my jeans. “Bet I can do it better.”
He studiously moved his pencil across the paper, only sparing me brief glances. I kept one hand on the counter behind me so that my back was arched slightly, and I noticed his eyes going to my hips every once in a while.
Slowly, I unzipped my pants and let them slide a little further down. My thumb tucked into the waistband of my briefs, and even though he was managing to stay pretty concentrated, I was getting turned on by my own antics. I didn’t know if he’d actually do it, but the idea of him drawing me naked was exciting. Since he took pride in his art, I imagined he’d be very detailed.
When I let my pants fall, his eyes locked on me. I stepped out of them, leaving me in only my briefs. His gaze lowered to my very obvious boner, and his lips parted.
“Draw me like one of your French girls,” I said.
“Fuck.”
“No, just draw.”
When he tried to do that, his hand shook. He gripped the pencil tighter and focused on the paper, but it only lasted a few seconds before he was staring at me again.
“You’re not being very productive,” I noted.
“Touch yourself.”
My brows rose, then my lips curled upward. “Really?”
He just nodded. Keeping my briefs on, I pulled my cock out and simply held it in my hand. He took measured breaths as he made strokes on the paper.
After remaining still for a few minutes, I stroked myself once. When I looked at him, he was staring at my cock. Shaking his head, he set the pad down.
“I need a break.”
“Are you...” I trailed off, watching him drop his feet to the floor. I expected him to walk away, but he marched straight up to me until our lips collided.
My hand was still on my cock, which had become fully erect, but I tucked it away to make sure he wouldn’t feel overwhelmed or think there were any expectations. His fingers tangled in my hair to hold me to him while he kissed me hungrily.
He pulled back long enough to remove his shirt, then he was on me again. When he backed up, he pulled me with him, guiding us into the hallway. I tried to ask what he was doing, but he didn’t give me a chance to get the words out.
Once we reached the back wall, I grabbed onto his hips and pushed him against it, which gave me an opportunity to pause things. “What are you doing?”
He captured my lips again, then took a breath without moving back. “I want you. Before I leave. Tonight.”
“As in . . .”
“All of you. Everything.”
“Are you sure?” He nodded and I tightened my grip on him. “We shouldn’t.”
“I couldn’t care less.”
My heart raced as I considered it. “My room.”
“Why?”
“Do you have lube and condoms in yours?”
The nervous look on his face made me hesitate, but he turned and backed me up in that direction. We’d barely made it into my room when he shoved me against the wall and kissed me with a new level of confidence that made blood rush to my cock.
Suddenly, I remembered what Tilian said when I was on the phone with Sen. I pulled back and put my hand on Roman’s chest.
“Do you bottom?”
