Page 55 of Convincing the Catcher

“How do I …”

“Harland,” I say, barely fucking breathing because she’s got me so worked up, “have you ever touched a dick before?”

Her eyes look downward, but I grip her chin, forcing her eyes back to mine.

“No,” she almost silently mumbles.

The confirmation alone of knowing that those perfect hands have never wrapped around any man’s dick just about kills me, making me groan.

As I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, my heart races—almost like it’s my first time too.

“And these lips?” I almost whimper, knowing the likely answer. “Have they ever had a dick slide between them?”

She doesn’t respond verbally, but instead gives me a slight shake of her head, and I curse inwardly.

“Fuck … I can’t tell you how hard that makes me.” I swallow, knowing that tonight is about her. I’ll let her stroke my dick, sure. But aside from that, I need to get her pussy nice and ready to be able to take me without feeling like I’m going to break her in half.

As much as I’d love to feel my cock slide against her warm, wet tongue, I’ll just have to hope that she changes her mind and doesn’t put me back in the friend zone when we get back to NEU tomorrow.

“Can I …” She pauses, brushing her palm against my dick. “Can I touch you?”

“Fuck yes, you can touch me, beautiful,” I hiss. “But only if you want to.”

She wraps a shaking hand around my length, but I stop her by taking her wrist.

“Here. First, get your hand nice and wet, okay? That way, it’ll slide up and down my dick easier.” I lift it to her lips, my eyes fixated on her mouth. “Spit on your palm, Catch. Get it soaked for me. Give me a little tease of what your pussy will feel like.”

She inhales sharply, blinking a few times before she does exactly what she was told, soaking her palm.

“Good girl,” I rasp. “Good fucking girl.”

My head spins as I lead her back down to my cock as it stands tall, just waiting for her to stroke it. Nervously, her fingers wrap around me, moving up and down as she soaks me damn near base to tip.

As she begins to move her hand back and forth quicker, her eyes stare at my dick. “L-like this?” she stammers.

“Just like that, baby,” I groan out. “You’re doing so good, stroking my cock.”

Through her shirt, I can see her nipples are rock hard, and I lean forward, sliding my hand under the fabric and cupping her tit. Gently, I massage her nipple between my fingers before moving to the other one, making her moan loudly as she continues to jerk my cock. Her breasts may not be huge, but they’re fucking flawless, and I wish I could spend the entire night playing with them.

Wish I could slide my cock between them too …

Having her stroke me is enough that I have to fight coming too soon. I can’t imagine once I’m actually inside of her, just knowing how tight she’ll be.

“Fuck, Catch,” I growl. “You’re going to make me come, stroking me like that.”

I swallow, and leaning up, I gently push her onto her back, but the second her hand leaves my dick, I miss it.

Pushing her shirt up, I yank it over her head, exposing her gorgeous tits. She’s shy at first, bringing her hands over them, but I shove them away.

“Nothing to hide, Harland. You’re perfect,” I utter, assuring her.

I drop my head down and drag my tongue up her stomach and to her left tit, circling it around her nipple. I pull it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it before moving to the next.

She squirms slightly but presses her chest against my face harder, and after a few seconds, I lift my head to hers, bringing my mouth to her lips.

She kisses me back, slow at first before her tongue darts out, flicking against mine before she moans into my mouth.

I pull back a few inches, my eyes dancing between hers.