Page 209 of Catch Me
The edge of the counter dug into his hips with each thrust, but he didn’t complain. He lifted up on his elbows, which brought him close enough for me to dip my face into his neck. My lips parted, and I kept them against his skin to muffle the sound that I couldn’t hold back.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I said in his ear.
He tipped his head back, and I sunk my tongue into his mouth. Putting my hand on his throat lightly, I felt the soft sounds he made and the thump of his heart beneath my thumb. When I slowed my movements to a torturous pace, the vibration against my palm grew stronger.
“You like feeling every inch of me?” I murmured.
He nodded, then turned his head enough to kiss me again. There was sharp pressure on my lower lip followed by the brush of his tongue. I continued the same rhythm and didn’t allow him to pull away from the kiss.
His fingers tried to grip something as I shortened my movements, focusing on his prostate. I flattened my palms on the counter, and he put his hands over mine. Every sound that he restrained made him dig his nails into me.
When he lifted one of his hands, I grabbed onto it. “Don’t touch yourself.”
“But I . . . Fuck, Travis. I’m close.”
“I know, baby.”
I didn’t know if it was the word or his pleasure that made him begin to tremble. Maybe both.
“Relax,” I said. “You feel it building?” He nodded quickly. “Don’t try to cum. Just feel it.”
To help draw his focus away from the end goal, I started kissing his neck. He was all but gasping for breath, and if I wasn’t pinning him with my body, I wasn’t sure his legs would support him.
One of my hands traveled up his abdomen, making him shiver. When his nails nearly broke through my skin, I groaned. I wrapped my arm around him as his entire body shook.
“Travis, fuck.”
I put a hand over his mouth and settled my lips at his ear. “You feel that in your whole body, baby?”
He made an affirmative sound against my palm. It turned into a long moan, or it just as likely could’ve been a sob. If I got stressed at the game today, this was what I’d look back on. In a way, maybe he was my muse as much as I was his.
When he was shaking violently, I fucked him faster, building up my own pleasure.
“Touch your dick now,” I panted.
It didn’t look like he’d listen, so I reached around and did it for him. I was glad that my hand was still over his mouth because what just came out of it would’ve woken the whole house. As he came, he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled my hand away. He managed not to make any more sounds except for gasps and breathy moans.
His ass squeezed me tighter as he rode out the last of his orgasm.
“Roman,” I groaned.
Grabbing onto his hips, I pulled him away from the cabinet, then put a hand on the back of his neck to make him bend. I kept my grip gentle enough that he could get up if he wanted to, but he didn’t try.
“Oh, god, baby,” I murmured as quietly as I could manage. “Fuck, I want to see your ass when it’s full of my cum.”
He pushed back against me, meeting each of my thrusts. “I want to feel it,” he said shakily. “Please.”
“Anything for you.”
I drew in a breath just before my balls tightened and my cock throbbed. I released his neck and held onto his ass cheeks while the sensation traveled down my shaft and radiated through my core. When it subsided and I looked down at Roman, he was perched on his elbows, staring at me over his shoulder with a dazed look.
“What?” I asked.
“One, I didn’t know I’d be able to feel you cum in me.”
“You like that?”
He was good at restraining his smiles, but I’d once learned how to see through his grumpy nature, and he wasn’t as good at it now.
