Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

FINNIGAN

Fuck…

I look down at the uncomfortable bulge in my trousers and adjust myself.

The last time I got hard from a peck on the lips, I was probably about thirteen years old.

Watching the beautiful cause of my discomfort climb up the church steps, I walk around the Bronco to the driver’s side door. I ensure she’s safely inside before climbing behind the wheel and heading home.

My cock hasn’t gotten the memo that Catlin and I went our separate ways about twenty minutes ago, and I’m still hard as a fucking rock when I walk through the door of my apartment. My phone dings, and I can’t help but smile as I reach into my pocket, hoping it’s her. Swiping it open, I sigh upon realizing it’s definitely not the text I was hoping for.

NIKKI

I’ve been thinking about wrapping my lips around your cock since I got home.

I haven’t stopped thinking about having a pair of soft pink lips wrapped around my cock, either. They just don’t belong to Nikki. Not bothering to respond, I toss the phone onto the black granite of the kitchen counter. I walk past the dark-brown leather couch in the living room as I head toward my master suite. Undoing my pants as I walk, I push them low enough for my cock to spring free. I teasingly stroke myself as I pass through the threshold.

My fingers fumble in the dark to find the switch for the bedside lamp. Finding it and flipping it on, I grab the Fleshlight and lube from my nightstand. I kick off my shoes and climb onto the white duvet, settling against the gray tufted headboard. Squeezing a bit of lube into my palm, I slather it over my cock. I wipe the excess over my trousers and slip on the toy. Closing my eyes and teasingly rubbing it over my tip, my head lulls against the gray linen behind it, and I let out a deep, rumbling groan as she takes over my thoughts.

Sitting on her knees between my feet, Catlin’s hands firmly rub up and down my thighs as her lips dust over the tip of my cock. She playfully teases me with wet kisses and light darts of her tongue, never actually taking me past her pouty pink lips.

She stares up at me with those innocent hazel eyes. I stare at the emerald flecks as her tongue swirls around my tip, and she sucks me into her mouth.

I inch the toy over my length, repeatedly sliding it over my tip, mirroring Catlin’s mouth.

“Fuck, Cat,” I breathlessly groan at my fantasy. “Your lips feel so fucking good. Can you take a little more for me?”

She grips the base of my shaft and fists it lightly and takes me deeper into her mouth. The flat of her tongue drags along the underside of my shaft as she fills her mouth with me, stopping before I reach her throat. Holding the back of her head, I lightly guide her over my length.

“Just like that,” I exhale, sliding deeper into the toy with slow, languid strokes. “You’re doing so fucking good sucking my cock.”

My fingers entangle in her blonde locks, lightly guiding her as her head bobs between my thighs. Getting more comfortable, she picks up speed.

Gripping the toy firmly, I work it over my cock as moans continue to rattle from me. Fighting the urge to drag the toy over myself to the base, I groan, “I want to take your throat. Can you do that for me?”

Catlin stares up at me with trepidatious, wide eyes as she holds my cock in her mouth. Without pulling her lips from me, she nods lightly and mumbles, “Mmm-hmm.”

“Such a good girl,” I groan, sliding the toy over the entirety of my cock.

Fisting her hair, I push her over me, and she gags as I press into her throat.

It’s a sad replacement for how good I imagine her mouth would feel, but I still need more. My hips rise to meet the silicone toy in my hand, and I fuck it hard and fast. Growls rattle from my lungs as I fight against my need to come.

Catlin slides me down her throat until her lips are pressed to the skin surrounding my base and I’m done for.

“Fuuuuck,” I grit through my clenched teeth as my rigid cock twitches inside the toy. Ribbons of cum shoot from my tip until I’ve emptied myself into the silicone sheath.

Staring up at me, she eagerly swallows every drop. Her lips slide up the length of my shaft as she cleans any trace of my release from my skin. She licks her lower lip, gathering the bit of cum-tinged spittle hanging from it.

Climbing from the bed, I head into the adjoining bathroom. I turn on the shower and strip from the rest of my clothes, quickly cleaning the Fleshlight as I wait for the water to warm.

Finally stepping into the shower and standing under the warm spray of the water, I sigh. “I’m so fucked.” Wanking to her did absolutely nothing to push her from my thoughts. Quite the opposite, actually; she’s the only thing I can think about as I quickly clean up. I stay under the stream well after I’m done, but this feeling—this need —doesn’t pass as the water runs cold.

After turning off the spray, I step from the shower. With icy droplets of water running down my body, I throw on a pair of sweats and pad into the kitchen where I left my phone. My thumb drags over the screen, and I swipe it open, revealing Nikki’s text again. Without a second thought, I click on her name, delete her contact information, and pull up Catlin’s as I head out the front door.

I can’t stop thinking about your lips on me.

She doesn’t need to know that it’s my cock that I’m imagining them on the most.