Page 183 of Catch Me
“Is it wrong for me to miss you?” I asked. “Nevermind, I don’t care.”
My nerves were a wreck as I traced the skin above his waistband. Hooking my thumbs over his jeans, I forced his body closer to me, and his fingers dug into the skin of my back. I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, inhaling him. Unable to help myself, I sucked softly on his skin. His hips jerked, and my heart raced when I looked down and saw that he was hard.
I unbuttoned his pants, and his breathing sped up. He dropped his head back against the wall with a groan.
“Roman . . .”
“Tell me no.”
He said nothing, so I pushed his jeans down a little. My fingers brushed his shaft, making his breath catch. I pulled it out and stared down at it. When I stroked it slowly, I had the urge to do more, even though it scared me. It was the good kind of afraid because I was with Travis.
I looked at his face before I lowered to my knees. His head snapped down and his lips parted. “What are you doing?”
“Apologizing.”
“Have you . . .”
I shook my head. “Nobody else.”
He stared at me while I tentatively reached out with my tongue. I traced his frenulum, then did it again the other way. As I stroked him a few times, I saw a bead of precum release, so I licked the spot before I wrapped my lips around him.
“God,” he groaned.
The sound of his pleasure emboldened me and made the fear dissipate. As I moved my hand down, I followed with my mouth.
I’d never really considered a blow job as intimate, but this felt like it. I wanted to keep doing it, to draw it out so that I could keep touching him, keep hearing the things that came out of his mouth in that sweet accent that deepened with his emotions.
Slowly, I pulled back to the tip and used my tongue under his head again. It made his hips jerk, and I couldn’t help but smile. Keeping my lips there, I moved my hand up and down a few times, enjoying the smoothness of his shaft against my palm.
Lifting my head, I kissed his hip bone while I continued to stroke him. His hands flattened against the wall as I moved to his abdomen. It was clear that he liked my lips on his skin while I did this, so I continued. When I reached the other side, he moaned, which made my dick harden more.
“You’re so hot like this,” I said before I leaned down to taste him again.
Tightening my grip, I slowly took him further into my mouth. There was a small moment of panic when I realized how deep he went, but I took a breath, then continued. Once I reached the base, I looked up at him. He was staring at the ceiling, so I brushed my thumb over his hip bone. As soon as his eyes met mine, I pulled back, and his face pinched from the sensation.
He moved one of his hands away from the wall, and I trembled as he brought it to my face. When he touched my cheek, I covered his fingers with mine. I stroked him faster, going between sucking and licking his head.
He applied pressure to my skin, and I gripped his fingers more tightly, desperate for that touch. A choked sound escaped him as his dick swelled. I took him deeper again, only pulling back so that I could taste it for the first time when he began to cum. It hit my tongue, and I groaned around him, closing my eyes.
When I released his dick, I pressed my lips to his pelvis. I continued upward, kissing his abdomen as I got to my feet.
God, I wanted to kiss him, but that was his move to make since he hadn’t wanted to earlier. I went to his neck instead, then behind his ear, then to his jaw.
Sinking his fingers into my hair, he tilted my head back and held me just in front of his lips. He was so fucking close, and it felt like I was dying while I waited for him to make a move.
If he kissed me, did it mean that he wanted this? I knew that he wanted me; it was clear in just about everything that had happened since I showed up at his house. We kept getting closer, but I didn’t know if we would land.
Moving my hand around to the back of his neck, I gripped it tightly, but I refrained from closing the distance. He inched forward, and his nose brushed mine, one way, then the other.
“Travis,” I breathed.
There was a buzz against my leg where it touched his.
“Shit,” he muttered, releasing me to pull out his phone. “There’s a team thing. I have to go.” He quickly fastened his jeans without looking at me.
I pulled back and tried to read his expression. “Okay. Can I see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
