She sighs heavily, a dopey smile on her face. “You’re more than enough for me, Jonesy. Now give me that cock.”
I grin, feeling like I’ve finally won a point on a scoreboard as she admits to me that I’m enough. I crawl over her, kissing her lips roughly, biting her lower lip and sucking it into my mouth.
She pushes her palm against my chest, rounding me until my back hits the pillows.
“You want me bound still?” she asks, holding up her wrists.
“Yeah, baby, I do.”
She stills for a moment, and I let that new name marinate until I tilt my head. An unspoken dare for her to call me out on it. She doesn’t, of course. Katie Murphy never shows her hand.
She settles between my thighs, pulling down my pants and boxers all the way down so they’re no longer loose around my hips. The angry head of my cock leaks pre-cum that mixes with hers.
She licks her lips, one hand awkwardly gripping the base of my shaft as the other cradles my balls. Jesus, I’m in heaven. I allow myself to sink back into the silk sheets. The cool fabric calms the heat that's burning inside me, but notenough. I’m one lick from Katie’s tongue away from exploding.
I wrap her long, wavy hair around my fist, gripping it tightly so she looks at me. But it hasn’t had the desired effect. Instead of exerting control, I’ve shown my hand; I’m desperate, dangerously close to losing it.
“You gonna give me this? You’re begging me for my cock, aren’t you?”
Her eyebrow raises in arched defiance.
“I don’t need your words, Katie. I can see it in your eyes. You’re dying for it, aren’t you?”
She ignores my gibe, instead taking control of the situation by taking a languorous lick from my balls to the tip of my cock whilst holding eye contact with me. Her ruby-red lips wrap around me, her tongue swirling the top like she’s trying to taste every inch.
Katie Murphy is sucking my cock like a pro. And I’m eighteen again, immature and completely out of my mind for thinking that I could have any stamina at all to hold out and make this last longer than thirty seconds.
“That’s it. That’s what I fucking like.”
Her head bobs, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat as she swallows me down like a goddamn champ. She flattens her tongue, pressing against the underside of my cock until she swirls again, dipping, pressing, swirling, dipping, pressing, swirling. An endless pattern of heaven. She squeezes my balls but shifts herhand, her nails running down my shaft, a slight scrape of pain, and I’m done. My fist tightens around her hair, but she hunkers down, bobbing her head over and over. Drool slides down my cock as she pumps me faster and faster.
“I’m gonna come, if you don’t want—”
She sucks me hard, her nails digging in now, and I lose it. Waves of euphoria rush through me as my cock pumps out every drop I have into my dream girl. My nightmare girl. Every version of her, I’d never imagined she’d be swallowing me down like it's a competition and she’s just won gold and my cum is her prize. My legs twitch. I think I’ve gone blind until she lifts off, her lips making that little popping noise.
“Did you like that, baby?” she croons, crawling on all fours over me until she bites my lip.
I huff out a laugh.Like it?I think I’m in love with her. I’m cum drunk on her mouth, her sexy pout, her pussy. Everything about her, I want more of. I always have. I’ve never not wanted her, even when we’ve been fighting. But now I’ve had a taste. Now I’ve held her in my arms after I’ve made her come multiple times over? I don’t think I can ever give her up.
And I don’t know how she feels about that.
When she came into my apartment and started looking around like the nosy person she is, she gravitated to my favorite photo in the world. I love it because even though the group is laughing at something Caleb said, I’m staringat Katie. It’s one of the few photographs in which we’re standing next to each other. My arm is around her. I love that photograph because we look like a real couple. Despite the douchebag that she brought with her on the trip, who offered to take our picture. I love that picture because she’s leaning into me, her head almost tucked under my chin. I look at it and think of the life we could already have. The life I’m starting to think more and more could become a reality as long as I don’t fuck it up again.
Her bound hands are resting against my chest, and I kiss each finger before unwrapping the tape. Then I kiss each wrist. I slip her ripped shirt down from her shoulders, unclipping her bra and sliding that off too. When we’re both fully naked, Katie straddles me as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“You’re perfect, Katie. So fucking perfect. I haven’t told you enough, but you are.”
My brow pinches together, her eyes darting between mine with curiosity but also suspicion.
I press a thumb between her brows, smoothing out the lines. “Don’t think too much about it.”
She takes my hand, kissing my thumb before nuzzling into my neck. She’s quiet for a moment before she lets out a deep sigh.
“I was going to quit.”
“Your job?” I say, tempering my voice so she keeps talking.
“Yeah. I’m...I’m not perfect at all. I wasmessing up a lot. What the detective said the other day, he wasn’t wrong. I haven’t been able to make a firm decision on anything since the Thomas Vale case. The station has been patient with me, but it can’t go on forever. At least if I quit, it would be on my own terms.”
