Page 38 of Catch Me (Becoming Us #4)

Travis

I felt a sense of accomplishment as I trailed my fingers down Roman’s back. He’d fallen asleep after only a few minutes, and considering how poorly he seemed to sleep every night, I wanted to believe that he felt comfortable with me. Safe, maybe.

Even though I was extremely relaxed like this, I couldn’t doze off.

I wasn’t tired, plus I’d been thinking about that look on his face earlier.

He’d looked broken, but not in a hopeless sort of way.

I thought it might’ve been close to catharsis, but he didn’t know how to feel it because it required him to let everything go. That wasn’t something I’d rush.

It was obviously too soon for what I’d done in the kitchen.

Like I’d told him, I wasn’t Kai and I wasn’t a therapist. I didn’t really know how to navigate something like this.

Taking things slow just wasn’t something I’d done.

I fell fast, I got attached easily, and I was hypersexual.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t refrain; I just had to think things through better than I had up to this point so that I didn’t push him too far. That was the last thing I wanted to do.

I thought this was worth it. I wasn’t going to coddle him or treat him like he was fragile, but I had to let him lead more. He’d been with m en before. This was different, though, and he had to work through that.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I wondered if it would be wrong to text Sen.

Even if I was vague and didn’t name names, it felt like I was betraying Roman’s trust, so I decided not to mention anything that was going on.

Instead, I asked him if he’d considered what I said about proposing to Kai.

He sent me a picture of a black ring with a meteorite texture. It was stunning.

Apparently, he was going to pop the question this week so that Kai’s parents could celebrate with them afterward.

He wasn’t nervous at all, which didn’t surprise me considering how perfectly they fit together.

I’d never met anyone who wasn’t nervous when they proposed, but I thought it spoke to their intense connection.

I smiled as I stared at it. I couldn’t wait to see pictures of them once they were engaged.

“That’s cool,” Roman commented groggily.

I turned the phone so he could see it better. “Sen got it for Kai. Don’t spill the beans, though.”

He snorted. “I don’t talk to any of them.”

“Maybe you’d get along. If you weren’t such a dick, that is.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Are you going back to Washington after you graduate?”

“Probably. I don’t want to stay in Chicago, and there’s not really anywhere else I can think of.”

“Never had dreams of distant lands?”

He shifted and softly kissed the side of my neck. My eyes closed, and I fought the urge to turn him onto his back.

Since it was clear that he wouldn’t respond to my question, I returned to my conversation with Sen. I intended to get as many details as I could. Their whole group was paired up, but they’d be the first to become engaged. It was going to be a huge deal.

Roman took the phone and tossed it onto the nightstand. It was loud and made me narrow my eyes at him.

“Is this you telling me that you want attention?”

Apparently committed to a wordless existence, he shrugged and flipped onto his knees. With him above me, I had a hard time convincing myself to be respectful. He was so damn hot, and now that I was allowed to admire him, I took full advantage of that .

In this position, his t-shirt hung away from his skin, and I had a glimpse of his stomach. I touched his abs, which constricted beneath my fingers. A hum came from his pursed lips as I moved my hands around to his back.

“Can we try again?” he asked.

I paused and waited for him to look at me. When he did, there was a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

“Try what?”

His lips pulled to the side, then he sighed. “What we were doing before.”

“You want me to suck your cock, Roman?”

His complexion was dark enough that his blush was barely noticeable.

But I noticed, and it was beautiful.

Sitting up, I wrapped an arm around him and guided him onto his back. I kissed the pulse point in his neck and paid attention to how quickly his heart was beating. It was pretty damn fast.

“We don’t have to do any of that,” I said.

“But can we?”

While I thought about it, he used his nails to stroke down my back. It gave me goosebumps and triggered a shiver. After a minute, I nodded. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure about you.”

Dipping my head to kiss his chest, I smiled. He sat up and pulled his shirt off, and I flattened my hands against his abdomen. “Tell me what you want.”

He huffed, but when I moved lower, he arched his hips. “I want you to...”

“If you can’t say it, you’re not ready.”

“Fuck you, Travis.”

There was hardly any strength behind it, and I had to hold back a laugh. Once I reached his waistband, I stopped. He gripped my hair, but I didn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet.

“Damnit,” he groaned. “I want you . . . to make me cum.”

“How?”

He lifted his head, then dropped it back to the pillow. After taking a dramatically long breath, he met my eyes. “Suck my dick, Travis. Please. ”

I yanked his shorts down until his cock bobbed free.

He swore when my tongue traced the vein on the underside of his shaft.

Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked him a couple of times, enjoying how thick he was.

I wanted to feel him in my mouth again, so I sucked on his head for a second before I took him deeper.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “God, yes, Travis.”

Hearing my name come from his throat in that voice made my cock throb. His fingers were gripping his thighs, and I wasn’t sure if it was tension or something else. I tapped on the back of his hand so that he’d look at me.

“Chrby brny,” I said around his cock. His eyes were wide, but he breathed a laugh and his body relaxed, so acting like a fool seemed like it’d been worth it.

“Dumbass,” he muttered.

I moved faster, applying pressure underneath his head each time I pulled back. I paused there and firmed my tongue to stimulate him more strongly.

He whimpered and I froze. Raising my gaze, I took in the expression on his face. It was soft but pained in the way that reflected a pleasure I wanted to own.

When I repeated the motion, he made the same sound. Roman I-don’t-agree-with-gay-people Valdez fucking whimpered for me again .

No going back now.

I wanted to sink my fingers into his asshole, but I just wrapped one arm around his leg while I buried his cock in my throat.

He gripped my hair more tightly and thrust upward, pushing himself as deep as he could go.

I stayed like that, letting him guide the movements for a minute.

Taking his hand, I held it on the bed and pulled back to the tip where more precum released.

After swiping it with my tongue, I hummed around him.

“God,” he gasped.

I could tell he was trying not to make much sound after he noticed them earlier, so I clung to each one. His breaths sped up, and I did the same with my mouth. When his cock swelled, he gripped my fingers hard enough to make them ache.

Looking up, I didn’t slow my pace. His eyes were closed, but I watched the way his face pinched when his hips jerked. His mouth opened at the same moment that his cum hit my tongue. It shot into m y throat, and I groaned as I continued to milk him until he had nothing left.

After sucking on his head for a second, I leaned my forehead against his hip and stroked his stomach. “You look so sexy when you cum.”

He tensed, so I just gave him a minute to process whatever was going on in his head. Since I was impatient, it may have been closer to thirty seconds before I perched my chin on his abdomen and stared up at him.

“Do you regret it?”

He looked at me with a furrowed brow. “I don’t think so.”

I pursed my lips and tried not to let his answer freak me out. He sat up, then pushed on my shoulder until I was lying on my back. Tentatively, he leaned down to kiss me. When his tongue touched mine, it was clear that he wasn’t sure how to feel about tasting himself, but he didn’t recoil.

“That’s not what I mean,” he said. “I don’t regret it. I’m just used to going straight into that cycle. The fact that it doesn’t feel wrong makes me think it’s wrong, you know?”

“I understand. Thank you for explaining it.”

He smiled—barely, but it was there. “What about you? Do you want me to...”

I took his chin between my fingers. “I’m good.”

“That’s not really fair.”

“It’s not about me right now. I’m not an uncontrollable, horny teenager.”

“Still.”

“Come on. I’m starving. I didn’t eat this morning because I was too busy worrying that you’d run out of your room and not stop until you were back in Chicago.”

I got to my feet, and he noticeably checked me out. With a wink, I grabbed my phone and strode to the door. The idea of cooking with him sparked joy, so that was the most important thing right now.

*****

After I got off my LIVE, I returned to the backyard and found Roman playing ball with Tessa.

It was probably ridiculous that I found it so hot to watch him throwing it for her, but that little kernel of attachment had been growing since I first kissed him yester day.

It’d been an entire twenty-four hours and some change, we had a few make out sessions, I sucked his dick, we had breakfast together, and now I was at risk of becoming needy because he was throwing a baseball for my dog.

I saw his tablet on the deck, so I sat on the edge and unlocked it. If he was going to leave it around, it was his fault, really.

There were no new drawings since last night, but I went through them anyway. The ones he was working on for the team were mind-blowing, and I knew that everybody would be impressed. Pete was already talking about using them for canvases and other merch.

“How’d you unlock that?” Roman asked, jogging over to me.