Page 208 of Catch Me
“Okay,” he said softly.
“You don’t look sure.”
“Just nervous. I’m still new to all this, remember? I want to try it, though. I want to try everything with you.”
“I think I can manage that. Get on the counter.”
It looked like he’d argue, but he pulled himself up. Holding himself on his elbows, he kept his ass perfectly poised for me. I spread his cheeks apart and noticed that he was shaking.
“Baby, we don’t have to do this.”
“Stop being so nice and eat my fucking ass.”
Pursing my lips, I tried not to laugh. I decided that the best idea was to go straight for it and see how he felt about it. While I dug my fingers into his skin, I used the tip of my tongue to circle his rim. His breath stuttered, and I waited to see if he’d stop me. When he didn’t, I did it again, then applied a little more pressure.
After listening to and feeling his reactions, I went back to using the firm tip of my tongue to stimulate him. He pushed back against me and whimpered when I moved faster. Lifting my head, I stared at his ass and brushed his hole with my thumb.
“Is your cock hard?” I asked.
“Don’t ask me stupid questions.”
“I want you to hold it while I stretch your ass, but don’t move your hand.”
He did as I said, which told me that he’d let me be in control of the situation right now. I scooped some of the oil from the jar and let it soften between my fingers. His hips jerked when I pushed the tip of one into his ass. It slid in smoothly, and I liked the way it felt as opposed to lube.
As I added a second, I got closer to him and reached underneath him to touch the head of his cock.
“Travis,” he gasped.
“Shh, baby.”
I pushed my fingers deeper, spreading the oil inside of him as I stretched him.
“Have you...” He groaned when I worked a third finger into him. “Been with anyone else?”
“No,” I replied. He noticeably relaxed, and it made me feel relieved when I remembered that he hadn’t either. “Shit.”
“What?”
“Condoms.”
“I tested in March. The guys all said it was important. What about you?”
“Yeah, I do it every year. If you’re comfortable with it...”
“Yes,” he said immediately.
The thought made my cock harden more. I spent another minute working him open, then removed my fingers and grabbed his thighs to pull him back. He dropped his feet to the floor and leaned as far as he could on the island.
“Spread your legs,” I instructed. He shifted his feet apart further as I spread oil on my cock. “Fuck, Roman, you look so sexy in this position.” When I pressed against his entrance, he tried to push backward, but I held him in place. There was a sliver of insecurity still in my mind that made me hesitate. “Tell me you’re mine.”
He looked at me with eyes that proved art couldn’t capture life. Between one moment and the next, what a person showed you of themselves could change, but I suddenly understood what he meant about never being able to get my eyes right. It was afeelingwhen I looked at him, and I could see the way it was reciprocated as he looked back at me.
“I’m yours.”
I buried myself a few inches inside of him and watched his face. The way his lips parted made me want to taste them, but I held on to his hips and thrust the rest of the way in. A heavy breath escaped me from the overwhelming sensation of his ass squeezing my cock. Moving my hands to the counter on either side of him, I got closer, pinning him so that he was flush with the cabinet.
“Fuck,” he moaned as I sped up.
