Page 41 of Catch Me (Becoming Us #4)

Roman

Wordlessly, I removed the rest of my clothes and glanced at Travis. It felt awkward to just get on my knees while he was staring at me. Did he want me to kneel and offer him my ass like a sacrifice?

When he looked at me, his face softened and he tugged me onto the bed. He kissed me, then shifted his weight forward to push me onto my back. With him blanketing me like this, my nerves began to subside.

One of his hands caressed my thigh, and I opened my legs wider. His thumb stroked the sensitive inner skin, the sensation making my dick harden. When he touched the base of it, I moaned into his mouth.

“Are you more comfortable like this?” he murmured. I nodded. “Then stay like this. You still want to?”

“Yes.”

He descended slowly, touching so much of my skin with his lips that it felt like he was trying to claim me.

This was a level of intimacy that was completely foreign to me.

There’d never been feelings involved in sex or time spent building up to it.

With women, it was forced, and with men, it had always been a temporary release from the plague in my mind.

“Can I touch your cock, Roman?”

My heart galloped. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Touch me.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh as his fingers lightly stroked up my shaft. My legs trembled from the touch, and I wanted to demand more, but I loved everything that he was doing.

“Fuck, Travis.” I groaned when his fingers wrapped around my dick.

“God, you’re thick.”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say anything, so I just moved my hips upward, seeking stimulation. His tongue followed his hand as he stroked me, applying pressure to the underside of my dick. As he brought his fingers down, he wrapped his lips around the head and lightly sucked on it.

He pulled his mouth away but kept stroking me with his hand. “You’re not going to cum right now, but I need you to enjoy all of this, every step of the way. If you feel uncomfortable, you tell me.”

“I will,” I replied breathily.

“No matter where we are, you can stop me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Holding onto both of my calves, he bent my knees. The position made me feel self-conscious, and when his thumb touched my ass, I tensed. He looked at me, just waiting.

“I’m okay,” I assured him.

“Are you comfortable with me using my tongue or just my fingers?”

That idea freaked me out, and he must’ve seen it because he pulled back to grab the lube.

“Sorry.”

He frowned at me. “Don’t apologize for your boundaries.” As he settled on his knees between my legs, I tried not to tense again. “You can watch me or stare at the ceiling or close your eyes. Whatever feels best.”

While watching him sounded awkward, it might be nice to know what was happening and what to expect, so I put an arm behind my neck t o support my head. He smiled before he put some lube on his fingers.

“Stroke your cock for me,” he instructed.

I did as he said and let out a hum from the sensation. It was hard to keep myself from moving faster, but I kept a languid pace, knowing we weren’t even close to done.

“I’m gonna touch you. Is that okay?”

It made me feel coddled to be asked so many times, but he wasn’t wrong when he said I’d be safe with him. It was easy to trust him, despite my nerves.

“It’s okay,” I replied.

I tightened my grip around my shaft before his finger circled my asshole. Just that simple touch felt better than I’d expected. My heels lifted off the mattress when he increased the pressure and did it again.

He opened his mouth to say something, so I spoke first. “It’s good. I’m good. I want your finger inside me.”

His amused smile made me relax further. As the pressure increased, I continued to stroke my dick.

He went slow, and with every caress of his hand on my thigh, I felt a little freer, like he was trying to show me that this was okay.

His touch told me that this wasn’t wrong—I wasn’t wrong.

It offered me acceptance and validation.

Once his finger was inside of me, I raised up on my elbows. “I want more.”

“Relax.”

“Please.”

He shook his head but pulled his finger back to my rim and began to add another. He pumped them inside of me a couple of times, then angled them. I gasped, staring at him with parted lips.

Pressing a kiss to my thigh, he hummed against my skin. “You make the sweetest sounds, Roman. Give me more.”

I clenched my teeth to block the moan that tried to escape when he went for my prostate again.

“Let me hear you,” he said softly. “There’s nothing to hide from. Not with me.”

I remembered the last time I’d done this, the way I’d bitten through a pillow to stay quiet. That wasn’t with Travis, though. And I was with Travis now .

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?”

“Maybe.”

“You’d better include yourself in it and send it to me.”

I breathed a laugh before I lowered the rest of the way onto his dick. A little growl rumbled in his chest, and one of his hands settled on my ass.

“Rock forward,” he said.

Raising up, I did as he said, then repeated the motion on the way down. My breaths stuttered each time I moved my hips like that.

“Do you know how hot you are?” he asked.

“Do you?”

He sat up the rest of the way and used both of his hands to hold onto the backs of my thighs.

He guided my movements, and I quickened my pace, wanting more of this feeling.

I tucked my face into t he side of his neck as I released sound after sound—moans, gasps, groans, and words that probably weren’t even real words.

His lips were at my ear, and I hung on everything that came out of them.

A lot of what he said were compliments. He told me he loved the way I sounded and how my ass felt around his dick.

My body was perfect and he wanted me to feel good.

He loved touching me and he was dying to see my face when I came.

When he kissed behind my ear, I lifted my head to look at him. His cheeks were slightly pink and his eyes were dilated. This was absolutely an image I needed to memorialize.

Reaching between us, he brushed his thumb over the tip of my dick.

“God,” I breathed. “Do that again.”

My body jolted and my ab muscles tightened.

He thrust his hips upward, driving himself into me hard.

The way he groaned was enough to make my dick twitch in his grasp.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as my orgasm hit me, making stars burst behind my eyes.

It couldn’t be real, this feeling that took control of my entire body and even my mind.

He continued to fuck my ass as my cum hit both of our torsos, and his movements drew out my pleasure to the point that it might fucking end me.

When he grabbed my throat, my first instinct was to get his hand off of me, but he used it to bring me closer.

With his lips on mine, I forgot about the urge to fight him off.

He stopped kissing me but kept his mouth in place while a deep, throaty sound escaped him.

Wrapping an arm around me, he crushed me against his chest as his dick swelled inside of me.

“Roman,” he murmured. “Mm. Fuck.”

I grabbed either side of his face and pushed my tongue into his mouth. We kept kissing for a long time, only breaking away when I started to yawn.

“You’re sleeping here,” he said.

At this point, I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.

Despite my protest, he insisted on making sure the sex hadn’t hurt me. His touch was incredibly gentle as he checked me out and cleaned the lube off of me. It was almost more intimate than the sex, and it made me feel closer to him by the time he was satisfied .

The shower was something I refused to do together. I needed that little moment to myself, yet even as I tried to clear my head beneath the spray, all I could think about was him.

Once I laid in bed, he pulled me flush against him and kissed me softly. “What time are you leaving tomorrow?”

“About noon,” I replied.

“You’ll be tired when you get on the plane.”

“I’m always tired.”

“Maybe you’ll sleep well with me holding you and Tessa lying on your feet.”

I laughed as I trailed my fingers over his ribs. “Yeah, maybe I will.”

“Can I take you to breakfast in the morning?”

My first thought was that somebody could see us, but we were in Georgia. Nobody knew me here. They might recognize him, though. What if someone took a picture or something?

“We don’t have to,” he went on.

“I want to.”

His smile was radiant enough for me to wonder if he was divine. “Okay. We’ll go somewhere quiet, not in the city. No PDA or anything, just in case.”

Fuck, he was perfect. “Thank you.”

He relaxed his head on the pillow and got serious again. “Not to sound needy, but—”

“I’ll tell you if I freak out,” I interrupted. “You come see me, I go see you. Promise.”

He looked relieved, but before either of us could say anything else, the door opened. Tessa jumped onto the bed, turned in a circle a few times, then settled on my feet.

“I guess I have to come back,” I said. “Or she’ll miss me.”

“It was probably her plan all along. She’s a diabolical little monster.”

Since she was on my feet, I couldn’t move, but I didn’t mind.

I tucked my head underneath Travis’ chin and let out a contented sigh.

I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt like this, like I wasn’t made up of a bunch of jagged pieces I was desperately trying to glue back together to fit what I should have been.

For the first time, I thought that, maybe, this was exactly who I was meant to be. Where I was meant to be.