Page 75 of Catch Me (Becoming Us #4)

Travis

We couldn’t play yesterday, which wasn’t the end of the world, but it felt like it now that game day was finally here.

For some reason, I felt angry, and I’d been pacing since Tessa woke me up an hour ago.

Keeping myself under control wasn’t always hard since I’d been doing it for a long time, but my temper still flared hot sometimes, especially if things were stressful.

It was early, so there was a while until I had to leave for the last game. This was what decided the winner. There were no more chances. Everything rode on this, and I couldn’t stand the idea of coming this far only to lose.

“You’re going to win,” Roman said as if he could hear my thoughts.

“You don’t know that.”

“Okay, nobody does, but it doesn’t hurt to be positive.”

“Since when are you positive?”

He took a drink of his coffee, but I could see the tension he was trying to hide. Even though he’d calmed a lot of his own anger, it still existed just like mine. I knew that it would come out eventually, and I was sure that I could handle it, but not today .

We’d slept together the two nights we’d been back in Georgia, but I knew that I was still holding myself back.

There was this lingering fear that when I woke up, he’d be gone.

There was no rush, but there’d always been something about Roman that made me want to leap straight in, like we were running through the woods directly to the swimming hole.

He got to his feet and stepped into my path. My hands fisted at my sides, and he studied my face.

“Where are you at?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“Your head. Your mood. Your thoughts.”

I went around him without answering the question.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said. “Travis.”

“Just let me pace,” I snapped.

“Is it helping?”

When I didn’t respond, he moved in front of me again and wrapped his arms around my neck. I barely hesitated before I hugged him back, holding him tightly against me.

“What can I do?”

I let out a long breath. “Nothing. I’m just wound up.”

“We have a few hours until you have to get ready. You could take a bath or maybe a nap.”

“Are you saying I need one?”

“Yeah, you’re a grump.”

I breathed a laugh, which helped me to relax slightly. “I have an idea.”

“Do tell.”

I turned us around and walked him backward. The force from hitting the wall knocked the breath out of him, and the look in his eyes caught my attention.

Taking his jaw, I held him in place while I trailed my tongue across his mouth. His lips parted to let me in, and I tightened my grip. He grabbed my wrist to pull my hand away from his face as I kissed him.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I want to claim you as mine again before I win the World fucking Series.”

He shoved me backward, then started backing up toward the door, keeping his eyes on me.

I matched his pace as I followed him. Once h e was inside, he turned around on his way to the hall.

I came up behind him quickly and grabbed his hips to push him against the counter.

With my chest against his back, I brought a hand to his throat and tipped his head to the side.

“Not if it’s an impulse,” he breathed.

“You’ve never been an impulse.” I groaned as I pressed my lips to his neck. His pulse thudded underneath my thumb, and every time I kissed his skin, his breathing changed. “I would fuck you right here if I could.”

“Do it.”

My eyes shifted to the hall. It was only six, so it could work. It’d be safer to go to the room, but now the idea was in my head and it had my cock straining.

“Stay,” I instructed.

“Wait, I wasn’t serious.”

“I am.”

He swore, but he didn’t move. I quickly grabbed a jar of coconut oil and came up behind him.

“That doesn’t seem safe,” he grumbled.

“It is.”

“You’ve done it before?”

I pushed on his back, forcing him to lean on the counter. “Are you okay with this?”

He nodded. “If we get caught, I’m never coming back here.”

“Yes, you are. This time, I’ll hunt you down.”

“You made that sound really hot.”

Smiling, I kissed one of his shoulder blades, glad that neither of us had bothered to put on a shirt when we woke up.

“And I fucking mean it, Roman.”

With every brush of my lips against his back, he trembled. I pushed his sweats down and palmed his ass cheeks.

“Can I eat your ass this time?”

He looked at me over his shoulder, obviously uncertain. “Will I like it?”

I grazed his ass cheek with my teeth. “I’m positive you will, but if you don’t, tell me to stop.”

“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 a feeling when 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.

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?”