Page 124 of Catch Me
“Fuck, Travis.” I groaned when his fingers wrapped around my dick.
“God, you’re thick.”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say anything, so I just moved my hips upward, seeking stimulation. His tongue followed his hand as he stroked me, applying pressure to the underside of my dick. As he brought his fingers down, he wrapped his lips around the head and lightly sucked on it.
He pulled his mouth away but kept stroking me with his hand. “You’re not going to cum right now, but I need you to enjoy all of this, every step of the way. If you feel uncomfortable, you tell me.”
“I will,” I replied breathily.
“No matter where we are, you can stop me, okay?”
“Okay.”
Holding onto both of my calves, he bent my knees. The position made me feel self-conscious, and when his thumb touched my ass, I tensed. He looked at me, just waiting.
“I’m okay,” I assured him.
“Are you comfortable with me using my tongue or just my fingers?”
That idea freaked me out, and he must’ve seen it because he pulled back to grab the lube.
“Sorry.”
He frowned at me. “Don’t apologize for your boundaries.” As he settled on his knees between my legs, I tried not to tense again. “You can watch me or stare at the ceiling or close your eyes. Whatever feels best.”
While watching him sounded awkward, it might be nice to know what was happening and what to expect, so I put an arm behind my neck to support my head. He smiled before he put some lube on his fingers.
“Stroke your cock for me,” he instructed.
I did as he said and let out a hum from the sensation. It was hard to keep myself from moving faster, but I kept a languid pace, knowing we weren’t even close to done.
“I’m gonna touch you. Is that okay?”
It made me feel coddled to be asked so many times, but he wasn’t wrong when he said I’d be safe with him. It was easy to trust him, despite my nerves.
“It’s okay,” I replied.
I tightened my grip around my shaft before his finger circled my asshole. Just that simple touch felt better than I’d expected. My heels lifted off the mattress when he increased the pressure and did it again.
He opened his mouth to say something, so I spoke first. “It’s good. I’m good. I want your finger inside me.”
His amused smile made me relax further. As the pressure increased, I continued to stroke my dick. He went slow, and with every caress of his hand on my thigh, I felt a little freer, like he was trying to show me that this was okay. His touch told me that this wasn’t wrong—I wasn’t wrong. It offered me acceptance and validation.
Once his finger was inside of me, I raised up on my elbows. “I want more.”
“Relax.”
“Please.”
He shook his head but pulled his finger back to my rim and began to add another. He pumped them inside of me a couple of times, then angled them. I gasped, staring at him with parted lips.
Pressing a kiss to my thigh, he hummed against my skin. “You make the sweetest sounds, Roman. Give me more.”
I clenched my teeth to block the moan that tried to escape when he went for my prostate again.
“Let me hear you,” he said softly. “There’s nothing to hide from. Not with me.”
I remembered the last time I’d done this, the way I’d bitten through a pillow to stay quiet. That wasn’t with Travis, though. And Iwaswith Travis now.
