Catch Me (The RLU #5)

Chapter 20

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M arcela lowers herself to her knees as I stand, and it’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.

“You’re ready for lesson two so soon?” I drawl, caressing her cheek as I stare down at her.

“Yes,” she tells me, her desire clear in the way her nipples pebble. “One thing though, can you lose the clothes too?”

“Ooh, you want me to strip for you, Celly?” I chuckle, and she shakes her head.

“Just do it,” she urges me.

“With pleasure.”

My hands find the bottom of my long-sleeve, and bring it up and over my head. I toss it on her floor, not at all minding her hungry eyes as they roam over every muscle on me. She starts at my chest, her tongue swiping out to lick her lips as she moves her gaze to my abs.

I cock my head to the side. “You okay down there?”

“Yes,” she says with confidence, but her eyes tell me she’s slightly nervous.

A smirk forms on my lips as I begin sliding my sweatpants and boxers down until they are both on the floor.

She stares at my cock in front of her face. A look of trepidation crosses her face for a moment, followed by pure desire as her hooded eyes meet mine.

“Celly?” I say, sounding amused.

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to just stare at my cock or put it in your mouth?”

Her lips pop open at my words as her hand wraps around the base of my cock, stroking me up and down.

I suck in a breath as my head falls back. Fuck.This feels way too good, and she hasn’t even put her mouth around it yet. I need to rein in my control right now.

Just when I think I have it under control, her lips wrap around the tip of my dick.

“Fuckkk,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

Marcela responds by moving slowly, bobbing her head up and down on my cock as she tries to take more of me into her mouth each time. Her hot mouth feels so good, and knowing it’s her on her knees for me only intensifies the pleasure running rampant in my body.

“Goddammit,” I grunt as my hand comes down to fist her hair.

A satisfied hum courses through her as she brings her lips back up to wrap around my tip, sucking right there.

A strangled groan leaves my lips, making her increase her efforts.

“You look so damn pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I rasp as I tug on her hair. Her pretty eyes lock onto mine, batting her long lashes as she continues to drive me crazy.

“And you’re being such a good girl for me, sucking my cock exactly how I like it,” I add, wanting her to know she’s doing an amazing fucking job.

She continues sucking and pumping me, licking along my length as she takes her time getting to know my cock. I honestly think she’s having fun, and each time she draws out a different kind of sound from me, she moans around my cock, nearly making me explode.

I trail my hand in her hair down until it’s caressing her cheek, making her look up at me.

“Fuck anything you’ve ever been told,” my tone is icy, so unlike the usual me. “You’re amazing at this. Pretty sure your lips were made to be wrapped around my cock, and that’s why it never worked for him.”

I think my words propel her because she grips my cock tighter at the base, bobbing up and down quicker than before. It puts me right on the edge, ready to come but I try to hold off.

She releases me for a second. “Come in my mouth.”

“Are you—”

“Please,” she nearly begs, my undoing.

“So goddamn perfect,” I mutter, stroking her hair as I push myself back between her lips and into her mouth.

Using two hands this time, she pumps my cock while her mouth sucks the tip, and within seconds, my entire body stills as I come.

“Fuck, Marcela,” I grunt, still spilling into her mouth. She waits until I’m finished, and then pulls off of me and swallows, making me shiver.

I lean against her dresser with my hands in my hair.

“That was …” I trail off, still trying to collect my bearings. “Fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

She laughs at that, looking proud of herself. When she stands and attempts to move, she ends up halting immediately. And it’s then that I notice the wet spot on the floor.

Marcela looks up, fully embarrassed with her pink cheeks. I shake my head at her. “It’s hot that you were that turned on during it. It doesn’t bother me at all. I’ll take care of it while you clean yourself up and get ready for bed.”

She stares at me with a look of gratitude.

“You don’t even know where my cleaning supplies are,” she tries to deter me, crossing her arms over her chest.

“If you’re like any other person I know, they’re probably under your kitchen sink,” I point out.

“They are,” she admits. “Okay, fine, and thank you,” she smiles, reaching behind me and into her dresser for an oversized shirt before tiptoeing into her bathroom.

Minutes later, after I clean up the carpet, I plop down onto her bed and pick up Love Bites from her bedside table. The spot she’s currently at seems beyond what she’s filled me in on in the story, but I read it anyway.

“You look comfy,” she teases, leaning her hip against the doorway.

“I am, but I should get going. I have an early rehab session tomorrow,” I say, upset at the idea of leaving.

“I hope it’s healing well?” her words come out like a question, probably because she doesn’t know what I want. For it to be healing and to play the rest of the season without my dad on my back about it, or to be out for the season and not have to play another game.

I laugh and shut the book, placing it on the table with the bookmark still in place. “You get me so well.”

She walks me to the door, hugs me goodbye and we talk on the phone my entire walk home. Once I’m finally in bed, about to drift off, it hits me then that everything between us has changed.

Now that I’ve got a taste of what it’s like to be with her intimately, it’s all I’m going to want. The way our bodies were attuned to one another’s, electric sparks going off in my body when she touched me. By her reaction, I’m assuming she felt the same way too.

I’m beginning to think Marcela is it for me. I’m not sure about a lot of things in my life, but I’ve got a really good feeling about this.

I hope.