Page 75 of A Follow-Through in Faking
Catalina is wearing the matching dress to the outfit I have on, thanks toNew LightandSpinteaming up to make this happen. I’m wearing a magenta shirt with black pants that have stripes of the same color on either pant leg. There is a symbol for gender equality in sports printed on the left pocket area, the same as for Cata, and I love the way the dress is backless for her, showing off her trained, strong back. I know she’s a bit insecure about the width of her shoulders and size of her back, even if she’d never admit it to me, so I love the way she’s showing it off during this tournament.
“What’s she doing?” I ask as I stand up to stretch out my hips.
“She complains every time she needs to fix the bandages. She doesn’t like sitting still. She won’t eat anything healthy Nessprepares for her,” she replies, stepping in front of me to watch me stretch.
“Sounds like Sage,” I reply with a laugh.
Cata furrows her brows, then adjusts my position, making the pulling feeling go from my leg to everywhere in my lower body.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, cursing even more as I hold the position.
“Atta boy. Good job,” she praises, and I flush immediately under the heat of her compliment.
“Can you say that again, but next time, can we both be naked while I put my mouth on you?” I ask, watching a small smirk cover her face in response to my dirty question.
“If we win today, yes.”
I stop stretching, stand upright and take a step toward her, bringing our chests almost flush together. She tilts her head to look up at me, but even with our height difference, there is no doubt about who is in charge.
Cata is.
And when she licks her lips and smirks, my knees go weak.
“And if we don’t?” I ask, my voice practically shaking because of how turned on I am.
“Then you’ll watch as I make myself come,” she replies, running a single hand from the side of my neck down my chest, stopping at the waistband of my pants.
My cock is painfully hard. So hard, I have a difficult time not begging her to wrap her hand around it so I can thrust into it and ease the tension.
“I think I’ll die if you don’t touch me soon, Cata. If I don’t get to touch you.”
“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” she asks, her smirk still in place as she closes the distance between us fully. Her lower stomach is pressing against my groin, and I groan as she steps on her tiptoes, rubbing against me as she brings her mouthto my earlobe. She bites it gently before saying, “Let’s go get that trophy so I can find out how this—” She cuts off to push her hips into me, rubbing even harder against my cock. “—feels inside me.”
Cata shoves away from me without another word, leaving me to shiver in pleasure and trying to figure out how to get my dick to calm down. Especially because Cata bends over to stretch, putting her glorious ass on display for me, and I just about come in my fucking pantsagain.
Trash cans.
Rotten vegetables.
Mathematical equations.
I think of all the unsexy things my brain can conjure, looking at the ceiling in the room as I take several deep breaths.
Nothing works.
Nothing’s going to work until we win this tournament and I finally get my alone time with Cata back.
But that’ll have to wait until after Cata’s surprise, too, and I have a feeling she’s not going to spend any time with me once she sees it.
The thought makes me smile.
Stepping out onto the court is always a fun experience with the crowd cheering my name, but if anyone asked me if I prefer doing so on my own or with Cata, I’d tell them I’d sell my left arm if it would guarantee she walks out with me every single time. There is something about the way Cata demands attention, attention she absolutely despises, that mesmerizes me everysingle time. Especially because even though she may hate it, she glows under it. It’s as if she could absorb the crowd’s love for her, and in turn, it makes her shine brighter.
And I’m so happy there are cameras filming us because the look on her face when she spots her family sitting in the box dedicated to our team is priceless. She grabs hold of my arm and stops walking, covering her mouth with her other hand. Tears fill her eyes as Ori and Hernanda stand up to wave at Cata, her dad places a hand on his left breast, and Samuel lets out awhoooooopfor his sister.
Cata waves back at them, doing her best not to burst into tears.
“Santi, what are they doing here?” she asks as I take her hand to guide her to the bench where we’re meant to put our things.
