Page 114 of Catch Me
“No, but maybe some things are worth being complicated.”
Suddenly, his fingers wrapped around my shaft. I held onto his side, still staring into his deep amber eyes. What was in them didn’t matter right now. I was more than satisfied to simply admire the mystery of them, especially when he stroked me with a tight grip.
Travis bit down on my lower lip while he swiped his thumb over my head. “I need to taste your cock.”
“Need?” I said breathily.
“Mhm.”
As soon as I nodded, he pushed my shorts down and lowered to his knees. Seeing him kneeling in front of me erased any lingering nerves. My dick leaked, and he used his tongue to follow the trail it made on my crown. I gripped the counter behind me with one hand and used the other to hold onto his hair. Many times, I’d wanted to know what it felt like, and now, I had the strands between my fingers while he swirled his tongue around the head of my dick.
His lips wrapped around me, and for the first time in my life, I fully watched as my dick got sucked. I sawhim—not just a guy, but Travis—take me into his mouth. His grip was tight while his lips were soft and relaxed, creating a gentle and torturous sensation.
God, I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was unbelievably attractive, but it wasn’t even that. I was fucking bewitched by him. I was pretty sure that had been the case from the start for some inexplicable reason, and it had only grown every day that I’d been around him. After trying to push him away for three weeks—longer, if I counted the two months we’d been in contact—giving in felt like the greatest relief of my life.
I felt real for the first time, when I’d spent all these years trying to scribble over the truth inside of me.
Art couldn’t capture life, but at the same time, no matter how many times I tried to change the image, it couldn’t erase it either. In a way, art was a mockery, and that was what I’d been doing this whole time, drawing a version of myself that didn’t actually exist, and all the while, the true image continued to bleed through.
As he pulled back to the tip, my eyes closed. There was something overwhelming about this, and it made something rise in my chest. It constricted my throat and made it hard for me to breathe. I didn’t want to feel this right now, when I was having this moment with Travis, but it was resisting being bottled any longer.
The feeling around my dick disappeared, then I felt him cup my face, but I didn’t open my eyes. It was when he leaned his forehead against mine that my chest was wrenched apart, releasing the wretched, rotten pieces of me, the ones that weren’t meant to taste the open air.
“Roman,” he said quietly.
“I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “Look at me. Please.”
Reluctantly, I did as he asked. The worry in his eyes made me want to shut him out, but when I started to turn away, he held onto me more tightly.
“This is why I don’t want to rush you.”
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
“You’re not fine, and that’s okay.”
“It’s stupid. I’ve done this before. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
His thumbs stroked my skin rhythmically, and I used the movement to steady my breathing. Slowly, he pressed his lips to mine. This kiss wasn’t like the others; he caressed my lips instead of devouring them. It was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced, and it leveled me out so easily that the dread melted away, leaving only the same certainty I’d felt with him before.
“Come lie with me,” he suggested.
“Why?”
“Because I want to relax and you never sleep enough.”
“Maybe I did.”
He touched underneath my eyes. Without responding, he took my hand and started walking. I followed, feeling more nervous with every step we took toward his room. He left the door open and sat on the bed, then scooted backward. I laid beside him, tentatively rolling onto my side and draping my arm across his stomach. He pulled me closer, so I settled my head on his shoulder and let out a breath.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and tightened his arm around me. “Don’t apologize. I’m trying to build something with you. I need you to be comfortable every step of the way.”
My eyes stung again, and I was glad that he couldn’t see me.
Travis said he wasn’t like Kai, and maybe there was some truth in that. In my opinion, he was better. Kai was what Sen needed, but maybe Travis was exactly what I needed.
