Page 111 of The Alternate Captain
He suctions his mouth around my clit again and my orgasm comes out of nowhere. I can’t even say I have time to give him a warning, but there’s a shiver that runs through my entire body just as I climax.
It’s not even a moment later that my underwear is off and he’s kneeling between my legs.
I’m still shaking.
“Ready to go again?” he says, grinning down at me.
“There’s no way in hell I’m going again. I need a few minutes. Or a few hours.”
I’m relaxed and completely engulfed in the moment. And when he pulls me into his arms and tugs the duvet over us, I snuggle into his chest and listen to him breathing steadily.
“That’s never happened to me before,” I admit, after what feels like an eternity of silence.
“What? You coming like that?”
“Yeah. Thank you.” I run my hands over the hard lines of his chest.
“You don’t have to thank me, beautiful. I loved it. I want to do it again. I’m just waiting for you to tell me you’re ready to go again.” I hear the smile in his voice and gaze up at him.
“You’re better than my toys,” I say. “I think I’ll have to retire them.”
Johnny laughs.
When we were in our second month of talking, the discussion of sex toys came up. And now I’m thinking about them again. I remember wondering what ‘John’ would look like using his Fleshlight. I’m not sure why it gets me so excited, but now I’m lying in bed with him, his dick making a tent in the sheets, I’m curious.
“Hey, John, remember ages ago, when you told me about your Fleshlight? Was it a joke?”
I peer up at him from the crook of his arm, eyes locked on his. He grins.
“No, why? Wanna use it on me?”
My cheeks flush pink.
“Do you usually come in it or...?”
“Yeah. Well, actually, it depends.”
He fumbles out of bed and heads over to the wardrobe, pulling out a box which contains another box, and there it is.
“I’ll freshen it up and we’ll give it a go,” he says.
This is when the nerves hit. I don’t know what to do with myself, so I slip deeper under the covers and take in Johnny’s room.
White walls, white ceiling, grey bedsheets. It’s such a guy’s room. Then I cast my eyes towards his bookshelf. Mainly crime and thriller novels. I wonder if he’s the sort of person who lets a friend borrow a book. I’m considering this when he comes back into the room and lays down on the bed, right next to me.
“Come here,” he says, placing the toy on the bed next to him and putting all his attention on me.
He cups my face in his hands and kisses me, slow and focused, and my whole body prickles with pleasure. It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago I was crying in my brother’s apartment because I thought I was being catfished, and now here I am. Naked in Johnny’s bed with his pierced dick and a Fleshlight. Honestly.
“I want to see what you do,” I say, pulling away.
“Yeah?”
He tugs at his dick a few times, then reaches into his drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube.
“Well, I usually find something to watch, but since I’ve got the hottest show around in my bed, I think I’ll be fine.” I’d usually cringe at such a line, but there’s a way he’s looking at me, which makes my whole body shiver. “I think you’re fucking beautiful. And those freckles...so damn cute.”
“Is cute what we’re supposed to be going for right now?” I ask, watching him squirt some lube right onto the tip of his dick. He reaches for the Fleshlight and squeezes a bit inside before rubbing it right on the head of his dick.
