Page 56 of Catching Feeling

Just barely, but enough for my dick to twitch between us.

“I forgot how huge your cock was.” She blinks, her eyes lingering on my erection as she reaches between us and wraps her small fist the best she can around me.

My eyes almost roll back in my head with how good it feels to have her touch me. She swipes the pearl of cum from the slit with the pad of her thumb and spreads it over my head. She pumps me slowly, her teeth raking over her lips as she eyes my cock hungrily.

She seems to be enjoying this as much as I am, and I’m fucking mesmerized watching her stroke me. She twists her hand in controlled motions, taking her time working me.

My head falls back against the tile with a thud, and a groan tears from the back of my throat, my eyes dropping shut.

It feels like fucking heaven.

“Harder,” I rasp, my eyes still closed as I bring my hand around hers on my cock, squeezing tighter, showing her what I like. She pumps me harder in a steady rhythm until my hips are flexing and I’m fucking her hand.

I can’t hold back any longer. Her entire body lifts with my hips, and I decide here and now that I’m never hip thrusting at the gym ever again in my life. I’ll do my workout right the fuck here with Viv on top of me.

“Fuuuuuck yeah. Just like that, baby.” I shudder when her thumb brushes the underside of my head, chills racking my entire body. “You’re perfect.”

I’m a fucking goner the moment she brings her other hand to my balls and rolls them in her palm. Pure, white-hot pleasure jolts through my body as she does.

My hands fly to her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I come so hard I think I might actually pass out. Thick, creamy ropes of cum cover my stomach and her hands.

“Vivvvvv, fuck,” I groan, my hips still pumping as she wrings the orgasm out of me until I’m completely spent. And when I’m finally able to pry my eyes open, I see her grinning down at me, a devilish smirk on her lips.

She scoots back on my thighs, leans down, and drags her tongue through the cum covering my abs, her gaze locked on mine. Then, she swallows it down and licks her pouty lips like it’s the best fucking thing she’s ever tasted.

And now, I’m ruined.

Ruined for this girl.

“YOU REALIZE that even though we’re… hooking up, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop giving you shit, right?” Viv says from her spot beside me on the couch. Her hair’s still damp from our shower, and the T-shirt of mine I insisted she wear, purely for selfish purposes, pools around her legs.

She protested about the T-shirt, but finally, I pulled it over her head and sealed my lips over hers, promptly shutting her up.

What she didn’t argue about is the pair of wool socks she swiped from my dresser and slipped her ice-cold feet into. They almost come up to her knees, and the sight still has me snickering. “My favorite thing about you is your mouth, Viv. Why would you ever stop trying to make my dick hard?” I arch my brow in question.

“I think there might actually be something wrong with you.” Her tone is light, playful.

My shoulder dips in a shrug as I stick my hand in the bag of Veggie Straws in her lap and then toss a few into my mouth. “So, I think now that we’ve decided to bang on the regular, we should get to know each other. The basics, at least. You know, the important stuff.”

“Okay…Why?”

“Just humor me. Nothing too personal, I promise.” Finally, she nods.

“Ghosts or aliens?” I ask with a serious expression.

Viv tosses her head back and laughs, and a grin curves my lips up.

“That’s the important stuff?”

I nod, swiping more straws. “Yeah, of course. You and Hallie are into your… creepy things, so I need to know what you prefer.”

For a second, she contemplates between bites. Her fingers are dusted in seasoning, and when she sucks the tip of her thumb between her lips, my dick jerks.

“If you keep doing that, I am not responsible for my dick poking you in the ass, Sweet Tart.”

She holds my eyes as she continues to suck her fingers, not stopping until they’re clean. “Behave. We’re supposed to be getting to know each other. And… ghosts. Aliens are definitely more Hallie’s thing. I mean, I love all things supernatural, and I’m fascinated by them, but I’m definitely a ghost kinda girl.”

It’s what I figured. Before I can respond, she continues. “You know the old theme park? The one that’s been abandoned since the flood? It heavily inspired a lot of Haunted Homicide. It’s owned by the city now, but it is said to be one of the most haunted places in the country. Built on a burial ground or something?”

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