Page 204 of Catch Me
“Am I? Last time we were here, you were the one who pulled away.”
“That’s an unfair comparison.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, and I let him pull me closer. The softness of his lips against mine made me want to stay like this forever, tasting him and breathing him in. After a few seconds, I gently pushed my tongue into his mouth and tilted my head to reach deeper.
“The only thing that’s unfair is what you’ve done to me,” I murmured.
“Oh, he’s romantic now.”
“Sometimes. If it makes you happy.”
He let out a breath through his nose and clutched me tighter. Dropping his legs, he nudged me backward. As we moved, he didn’t slow the kiss for even a second. If anything, it became more heated, and by the time my back hit the raised bank, my dick was straining toward him despite the cold.
Putting my hands on the ground behind me, I pulled myself out of the water. He followed immediately and forced me onto my back. I was struck with a brief image of worms slithering out of the dirt and spiders crawling toward us, but it quickly faded away as I got lost in him again.
His teeth snagged my lip and he pulled on it with a groan. My breath hitched when he kissed the side of my neck, then across my shoulder.
“I haven’t made you cum in eleven months,” he said against my chest before he circled my nipple with his tongue.
My mouth opened, but I couldn’t remember what words were right now. The only sound that passed my lips was a moan as he kissedfurther down my abdomen. When he tucked his fingers into my waistband, I sat up and cupped his face.
“You don’t want to?” he asked.
“Obviously, I want to, but I want you to cum too. At the same time.”
He began to smile, but he rolled his lips to push it back. Leaning closer, he bit down on my shoulder, then readjusted so that he was straddling my lap. His dick was as hard as mine, and it made me dig my fingers into his thighs, encouraging him to grind against me.
The nerves were still there, but it was different this time. I wasn’t afraid of hurting him—not in the slightest. There was no going back for me, and there hadn’t been for a long time. As much as it had sucked, I thought it was better that we’d found our way back to each other this way. Like I told him, I was ready now, and that gave me a confidence that had been foreign my entire life.
Reaching between us, he adjusted my shorts so that he could get my dick out. When his fingers touched it, I tipped my head back a little, simply enjoying the way it felt to be with him like this again.
His lips grazed my throat. “Nobody else?”
“No. Just you.”
He pulled his dick from his shorts and grasped both of ours together. Dipping his chin, he streamed spit onto them, then moved his hips. The way he slid against me made me stare down at them. I brushed my thumb over each of our heads, and Travis tightened his grip as he stroked us.
“Fuck, Travis.”
“You like when my cock is on yours, baby?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
He thrust his hips forward, and I held onto his thighs. I was dying to kiss him, but watching his face while we did this was more arousing.
Since he wasn’t going fast enough, I moved my hand to his dick and took it from him. He kept hold of mine and stroked it at the same speed. Keeping my eyes on him, I tracked the way his lips parted, then pressed together tightly.
Grabbing his wrist, I held it in place while I thrust upward, fucking myself into his hand. He did the same, using my grip to get himself off. His precum slid between my fingers and made him glide more smoothly against my skin. With his free hand, he collected some of it and brought it to my lips. I groaned as I took two of his fingers into my mouth and sucked his taste from them.
He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me onto my back. His hips rolled like it was his day job, and I imagined his dick inside of me instead. I squeezed his thigh tightly, picturing my fingerprints in his skin. I’d spent a year wishing for one more touch, and I had no intention of letting him slip away from me this time. If I had to leave my mark, over and over again, so that he couldn’t forget me, I would commit my life to doing that.
“I’m dying to see you cum,” he groaned. “My name on your lips... while you look at me like that.”
“How am I looking at you?”
My breath caught when his thumb stroked beneath my head. The way his lips twitched told me he was trying to drive me insane. The joke was on him, though. I’d been losing my mind since the moment I fucking met him, and at this point, every shattered piece of it belonged to him.
“You’re looking at me like...” He trailed off, his eyes falling shut.
