Page 180 of The Catalyst

“Please, Daddy.” Reaching down, I stroke the length of his cock, hoping he’ll stop torturing me and start fucking me. Instead, he smacks my ass.

“Such a good fucking girl. You’re desperate, aren’t you? I bet you’re so needy you’ll start to come as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

I run my fingers down to his balls and squeeze. His eyes darken as his knuckles wrap around my throat.

“You don’t play fair,” he growls before slamming his cock inside me.

“Neither do you. You are the dirtiest player of them all.”

A narcissistic grin spreads across his face as he pulls back and slams into me again. My entire body is on fire with need, desiring all the darkest parts of what he could do to me, but his phone rings.

His eyes snap to the bedside table, and mine quickly follow suit to see Nigel’s name flashing across the screen.

We’re not doing anything wrong, yet seeing his name is sobering, especially while Oliver is still inside me.

He curses and pulls out of me before moving over to the bedside table to grab his phone. Meanwhile, I pull the blanket around my body and watch him put the phone to his ear.

“Do you have any fucking clue what time it is?” Ollie hisses as I run my hand down his back, trying to calm him however I can. Oliver has a terrible temper, and the last thing he needs is to get into an argument with Nigel over the phone.

“Where the fuck are you, man?” Nigel’s voice is so loud even I can hear him. “We’ve got business to deal with. You’re not the only one trying to get his dick wet.”

Hearing those words is like a slap to the face.

I never expected it to be. It would be highly hypocritical if I did, but the difference is Nigel knew I had feelings for Oliver. It shouldn’t be surprising that we’ve had our own thing going on. I was the only one Nigel wanted, and he didn’t waste any time, especially rubbing it in Ollie’s face like that. Maybe Oliver knew this entire time that Nigel had plenty of women in his bed since the break-up and just didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to hurt me.

No matter how much I fought it tooth and nail, it’s clear to everyone that I slowly started to fall for Nigel over time. I hated myself for it, but I also couldn’t deny it. I loved Nigel, but even that didn’t hold a candle to the way I feel about Oliver or Martin.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. I’ll be there.” Oliver hangs up instantly, not even giving Nigel a chance to respond. I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face in his hair. “Sorry, baby,” he mutters as he rubs my arm. “I’ve told him to just text me when I’m not there, but he’s not listening to anything anyone says.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper softly. “Isheokay?”

I shouldn’t be asking, but I’m worried about him.

Oliver lets out a deep, long breath. “Not in the slightest. He’s always either tired, drunk, high, or pissed off. There is no middle ground. He’s not Nigel anymore. Ro is barely holding him together. None of us know what to do to help him.”

Nothing hurts me more than knowing that Nigel is suffering, but what could I possibly do? He wouldn’t hear me out, and I did what I had to do to keep him alive. As long as his heart is beating, it’s worth it. Even if he hates me, that doesn’t change the truth of it.

“You could try to talk to him again,” Ollie offers.

I cringe. “It wouldn’t work. He doesn’t want to hear what I have to say.”

He sighs in defeat. “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Don’t apologize. I would if I thought it would help.” I kiss the side of his neck and run my hands down his biceps, feeling each vein bulging over his muscles. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” I whisper, not sure if there is anything that could make this entire awkward situation easier for him.

“Mmmm. There is one thing.”

“What’s that?” I ask, and he turns his head, giving me one of his desiring looks that makes my core weep with need.

“You could sit on my face.”

That was not what I expected him to say. It seems a little trivial considering everything that’s happened. Still, it’s a bit strange that I’ve been in two sexually thriving relationships before now, and I never sat on Shawn’s or Nigel’s face. I’ve always been more into giving than receiving, but I stillreallylike receiving.

“Don’t you have to go?” I ask, my face heating up from the possibility of what he wants.

“Not until I make you come. I’m a reasonable man. I can wait until I come back and make you scream with my cock inside your perky ass, but I’m not going to make you go that long being as wet as you are.” His fingers slide between my thighs and tease me, probing my slit with a single finger. “Yeah, so fucking wet, crazy girl. You reallyneedto sit on my face.”

I moan as I grind down on his finger, and he lays back on the bed, positioning his head on the pillow. His finger leaves my pussy, and he calls me to him using only the finger covered in my juices.

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