Page 112 of The Alternate Captain
“Whatever. Just know that this will never be as good as I know you’re going to feel.” He lets out a breath as he sinks the Fleshlight down onto his length.
“Does the piercing hurt?”
“Nah. It’s good, in fact.” He closes his eyes for a second. “I’m imagining your pussy grinding right up on it so it rubs your clit.” He pops his eyes open, fixing them right on mine. “I think you’ll come really hard.”
He slides the toy gently up and down himself, building a rhythm. I watch his whole body respond to his movements, his abs flexing as he works it up and down.
I become engrossed, moving to straddle his thighs and get a closer view.
“Is it good?” I ask.
Johnny nods. “Wanna take over?”
Honestly, what I really want to do is whip the toy away and sink down onto him, but that’d be pushing it. Instead, I extend my hand and replace his palm with mine.
“That’s it,” he says. “Just keep building up the speed, beautiful.”
And I do. The sound of the groans coming from Johnny, and the look on his face as it fully engulfs him, is really hot.
“Still good?” I ask, seeking reassurance.
“Yes. Really fucking good.” He bites his lip and looks down at my hand, working the toy up and down. “Yes, baby, keep it going like that,” he encourages me. And I take it. I watch the movements of his face, right down to the way he clenches his jaw. “Keep fucking me, just like that.”
His face changes slightly, and he stiffens. Then he’s begging me not to stop.
“I’m so close,” he says, then before I jerk anymore, he pulls the Fleshlight off his dick and his eyes roll back as he shoots all over himself. Abs. Chest. Covered. And it’s such a sight, I can’t bring myself to look away.
I don’t even mind when he pulls me onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. My pussy is pretty much right on top of where his dick is, still half-hard under me.
“You did that. You made me fucking come again,” he says. And he laughs; a relieved sort of laugh that makes me grin from ear to ear.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever watched,” I say.
“When do I get to see you with your rose thing?” he asks, kissing my neck.
Shit. I forgot I told him about that.
We’re both sticky, so after a long shower filled with touching, kissing, and laughing, we climb into bed and I fall asleep, right in Johnny’s arms, wondering how the hell I’m going to sneak out of his apartment tomorrow.
At least Vicky andI are on speaking terms again. Which makes two road games in a row bearable when she’s sticking her camera in your face.
I usually love road games, but I’ve been getting into a routine with Kelly. I’m already excited about getting home and seeing her again.
I left her lying in my bed this morning, fully aware that I wanted to sack off the weekend and spend all day between her legs—but then Bettsy was knocking on my door like the cock-block he is.
If only he knew.
As soon as we get to the rink for the first game, I’m off the coach first and rooting around under the bus for the ball, tossing it towards Hutch who flicks it towards Bettsy. Bettsy sat by me the whole way up, and even though I kept my head buried in my notebook for a huge chunk of time, I couldn’t get away with ignoring him the whole trip. I feel so guilty, I can hardly look at the guy. Even when he kicks the ball in my direction, I avoid eye contact with him.
“You know what I found out the other day?” he says to no one in particular. “A strimmer is just a shortened way of saying ‘string trimmer’. I mean, what is that about?”
“Where do you come up with this stuff?” Hutch asks.
“I didn’t make it up,” he says. “But it’s sort of blown my mind. I won’t be able to garden the same way ever again.”
“When have you been gardening?” Danny asks, ducking to head the ball towards Prez.
“That girl I met at speed dating. Her nan has this enormous garden that needed cutting back. I was doing a good deed.”
