Page 125 of Catch Me
Unclenching my jaw, I nodded. This time when he stroked that spot, I moved my hand up my dick and let the breathy moan escape. He dug his fingers into my thigh and sped up his movements inside my ass, drawing more out of me.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Can I call you that?” All I could manage was a jerky nod. “Your ass is so sexy when it’s stretched out like this.”
His third finger had me gripping the sheets. I’d never understand how this felt so good, but there was no denying it.
“Travis, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep going.”
He looked from my ass to my face. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes.”
“That’s the kind of response I need, baby.”
The way he said that word gave me the best kind of chills. Irene had used it before, but it meant nothing. Coming from Travis’ mouth, it sounded celestial.
He moved his fingers a few more times, then pulled them free. I sat up and kissed him immediately, and he held onto the side of my neck. He let me go, but he didn’t pull away from my lips as he maneuvered out of his briefs. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, which made me stiffen.
Leaning his forehead against mine, he breathed heavily.
“Don’t ask if I’m okay,” I said.
“Are you okay?”
I brushed my thumb over his lips, and he parted them. When I pushed it inside, he bit down, maintaining eye contact.
He sucked on my thumb, then released it. “You might know this already, but I want to make sure. Bottoming doesn’t mean you have to be submissive or let the other person lead. And just because I top doesn’t mean I need to be dominant. In that regard, I’m flexible.”
I hadn’t actually thought about it like that. In my head, it seemed logical that the one being fucked would give up their power in a way. Knowing that, it didn’t feel as shameful as I’d always seen it.
Grabbing onto his thighs, I pushed him back. He followed the direction I nudged him in until he was beneath me.
“Are you gonna ride my cock?” His eyes were alight with some kind of fire I was dying to be burned by.
“I don’t know how, but yeah.”
“You’ll just have to learn.”
I settled my legs on either side of him and felt his dick touch me. He raised up on his hands, then grabbed the lube and spread it over his shaft. I lowered a little until I felt it against my asshole. Having control over the situation helped me to take it as slow as I needed to. Once my ass began to stretch around his head, I wanted more.
He released his dick and stayed propped up on his hands. His tongue flicked my nipple, and he kissed my abdomen as I worked him inside of me. When I’d taken a couple of inches, he leaned his forehead against me and shuddered.
“Are you good?” I asked.
“Baby, I don’t generally call questions stupid, but that one was. You feel fucking fantastic. I just haven’t done this in a while.”
“How long?”
“A couple years or something.”
My mouth dropped open. “Really? But look at you.”
He chuckled and continued kissing my skin. “It’s not that I can’t. I told you I don’t do hookups. I like for sex to mean something.”
He’d told me that he wanted this to be more, but now I understood that this was actually special. Out of everyone, he somehow found me worth enough to have sex with.
Putting one hand on his shoulder, I dropped down lower. I watched his face, the way his lips parted and his brow pinched. I looked into his eyes, trying to commit everything to memory.
He smiled at me. “You’re going to draw this, aren’t you?”
