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“Yes, Roman, I know what the fuck I’m doing.” I brushed my nose across his cheek. “I’ll take care of you.” My lips trailed over his earlobe, making his breath catch. “You’re safe with me.”
“I want this, Travis.”
I unbuttoned his pants, then thrust my hands into the back of them to grab his ass. “I don’t hook up,” I said, feeling the need to reiterate if we were going to do this.
“That’s not what I want. I told you it’s more than that.”
“No going back to who you were?”
“No.”
“Can I take you out?”
“Yes.”
“I want to visit you in Chicago when you get back.”
“You do?”
“Mhm.” Using my grip on his ass, I rocked him against me. “Get to know you, learn your favorite foods, you come see me, I go see you.”
“Fuck, I said yes.”
He gasped when I moved my hips upward. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Alright, get on your knees.”
His eyes widened. “Just like that, huh?”
“I told you I’ll take care of you. I’m gonna make sure that when we’re done, you’ll never be able to question whether you like getting fucked in the ass.”
Chapter 37
Roman
Wordlessly, I removed the rest of my clothes and glanced at Travis. It felt awkward to just get on my knees while he was staring at me. Did he want me to kneel and offer him my ass like a sacrifice?
When he looked at me, his face softened and he tugged me onto the bed. He kissed me, then shifted his weight forward to push me onto my back. With him blanketing me like this, my nerves began to subside.
One of his hands caressed my thigh, and I opened my legs wider. His thumb stroked the sensitive inner skin, the sensation making my dick harden. When he touched the base of it, I moaned into his mouth.
“Are you more comfortable like this?” he murmured. I nodded. “Then stay like this. You still want to?”
“Yes.”
He descended slowly, touching so much of my skin with his lips that it felt like he was trying to claim me. This was a level of intimacy that was completely foreign to me. There’d never been feelings involved in sex or time spent building up to it. With women,it was forced, and with men, it had always been a temporary release from the plague in my mind.
“Can I touch your cock, Roman?”
My heart galloped. “You don’t have to ask.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Touch me.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh as his fingers lightly stroked up my shaft. My legs trembled from the touch, and I wanted to demand more, but I loved everything that he was doing.
