Chapter 14 It Awakened
IT AWAKENED
DYLAN
My dick was broken.
Or at least, that’s what it fucking felt like.
I stared down at my guy. Soft, flaccid, and completely uninterested while a passionate couple on my laptop screen fucked like they had just discovered what that word meant. Moaning, hair pulling, messy… but my dick? Dead.
“Seriously?” I sighed, slamming the laptop shut. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Apparently, my cock had developed a new kink called Katie Martinez.
Katie. Katie. Katie.
Just thinking of her name sent a pulse straight to my groin. And there it was. My cock awakened. Standing tall, like a proud soldier reporting for duty.
“Jesus,” I grumbled, glaring at my dick. “Are you a fucking toy? Do you only get affected by one fucking woman?”
It twitched. Like it agreed.
“So you can work,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Just not for anyone else. Got it. You’re a loyal little bastard.”
Fine, I’d play along.
I unlocked my phone, scrolling to the photo she sent me. The one where she was teasing the line between innocent and filthy teacher. Black stockings hugging those legs. That white blouse hid the lacy, sexy black bra.
I haven’t even seen her tits yet. But I didn’t need to. I could imagine them. Perfect, heavy, filling my palms, nipples hard and aching for my tongue.
A drop of pre-cum slicked the tip as I grabbed what had become one of my most prized possessions. The tiny black lace panties I’d stolen. My other hand wrapped around my length as I lifted the fabric to my nose and inhaled deeply.
Fuck.
Sweet. Musky. And so very Katie-like.
A groan tore out of me as I pumped myself, picturing that night where I was getting suffocated by her wet cunt with her thighs trembling around my ears. How soft and warm her heat was. How her hips jerked when my tongue fucked her soft little cunt…
“Fuck,” I moaned, burying my face in her panties.
“Please,” I begged, voice hoarse and low. “Please let me fuck you, Katie. I’ll be good. Just once. Please.”
The ache in my balls was brutal. My strokes got faster and harder as the fantasies piled on.
Her naked, writhing and—fuck! The sweet moans pouring out of her mouth would make me nut in seconds.
Her lips whispering my name. Dylan. Maybe I will muffle her cries with a hand until I calm down enough to control myself.
I squeezed my length, imagining how tight and wet she would be. God, I wanted to put her tits in my mouth and suck on her nipples, give her hickies everywhere until she forgets about that man.
Fuck being a gentleman. If I ever get the chance, I’m not stopping at being a nice and sweet guy. I’ll ruin her. Over and over, until she can’t think about anyone else.
Maybe I would flip her around and spank her for even thinking about seducing another man when I was at her disposal.
She didn’t need any man other than me. Jealousy and possessiveness made me bitter as my hand stroked my cock faster, imagining how I’d punish her.
Overstimulating her with orgasms until she cried or fucking her until she’s sore.
But it was all a lie. One word from her and I’d do anything to please her. Even stop myself from becoming a deranged pervert.
I bit back another moan as the edge crept closer, my hand squeezing, pumping, and fucking my fist like it was her tight little pussy. My stomach coiled, breath turning ragged.
“Just one chance,” I groaned, my voice smoky. “Please. Please, Katie… fuck—”
The orgasm ripped through me hard and fast. Hot streams of cum shot across my abs. My whole body was shaking as I groaned into her panties, not stopping until I’d milked every drop out of my cock.
When it was over, I sagged into the chair, sweaty, breathless and staring at the mess I’d made.
For the third time today.
It would be the umpteenth orgasm. I had just been thinking about my obsession. I knew deep down that it wasn’t healthy, but fuck it, I was beyond caring about it.
After cleaning up, I grabbed my phone and typed,
Dex: r u up for 1 more session?
Dex: wont take $ this time.
I waited. But nothing.
“Fuck.” I tossed my phone on the bed, dragging a hand down my face.
What the hell am I going to do if she says no?
If she agrees to meet, I will come prepared and make a plan about kissing, handjob, blowjob—my cock twitched in response…
“Calm the fuck down,” I said.
Bad junior Dylan!
Couldn’t she just… ask Amanda? She’s her best friend… who is a lesbian. Not much help there.
And her sister? She was older than her, with two kids and two hot husband last I heard Amanda talking about it. Yeah, Katie probably wasn’t asking her either.
That’s the thing about Katie. She was shy. Introverted. And too fucking good for the world. Always was. In college, she’d do the whole damn group project herself because she wanted it perfect. She was a control freak.
I smirked. Control freak, huh?
What if I let her control me?
I grinned, leaning back in the chair.
Now that… could be fun.
* * *
Dex: [shirtless photo]
Dex: Ik you saw this photo
Dex: call me if you want to meet again for our lessons
My jaw ticked as I stared at the messages. She had left me on read for three days.
Three. Fucking. Days.
That silence did something to me. It made me want her even more.
So yeah, I’d gone through her social media again. And the accounts she followed. And maybe a few likes.
Pure research purposes. As one does.
It took an hour, but I had a list of suspects. And God, I hated every single one of them.
Like this guy with a private account and a profile picture of… a goldfish? pollux_420.
Then there was a strange man. Justin. With perfect teeth, a beard, and one of those smug, expensive haircuts. He commented on every post Katie made the second she posted it. Probably jerking off to her selfies while sipping his matcha latte.
I hope I never bump into him because if I did, I would shave his head bald. With a rusty blade.
Dex: ik you are lurking on this app
Dex: but I promise you that you won’t find anyone better than me
I didn’t stop there. After a quick call to the IT department of the app that I helped build, Rented Romeo, I logged in as admin. Then, I made tiny changes. Innocent changes. Like making sure my profile stayed pinned to her feed.
Every. Damn. Time.
I could imagine the flustered and annoyed look on her face as my shirtless pictures kept popping up instead of other available ‘Romeos’ who would do anything she wanted.
No matter how many men she tried to look at, it’d be me. Sweaty and glistening after a swim. Me, shirtless in the gym, biceps pumped after a strength training workout. Or after finishing a marathon, sweat dripping down my chest, my shorts hanging low on my hips.
Yes, let her look. Let her drool. Look at me as a piece of meat. A living, breathing sex-toy. Let her hate me for wanting me.
She would probably roll her eyes and complain about her app glitching, but guess what? She was stuck with me.
If I wanted to, I could just show up at Opulence, buy her a diamond necklace and then bend her over the display counter, and—
Fuck.
I glanced down at the tent in my sweatpants and groaned. “Are you shitting me?”
This was what I got for obsessing over a girl who had always been out of reach.
Still, I wasn’t done. I yanked my shirt off, flexed just enough to make my abs look defined, and positioned my phone. Gray sweats, band of my boxers showing, bulge prominent. Perfect.
Dex: [photo]
Dex: are you sure you want to miss out on this?
Dex: ik your pretty pussy doesn’t ;)
I sounded like a desperate asshole. A hot, ripped, self-aware, desperate asshole. But fuck it.
If she didn’t answer soon, I might actually kidnap her.
Maybe not. Amanda would murder me with her bare hands if I did.
To get rid of the psycho thoughts, I went for a run. But when I came back, my entire body froze.
The shower was running. And Amanda wasn’t home, she was going to meet her girlfriend.
I crept toward the sound, every sense on high alert. I was sweaty and needed to fuel my body with electrolytes, but this was the moment I had been waiting for my entire life. It was a dream every boy had.
To save their family from a thief or a robber.
But what kind of thief takes a shower?
Then I saw it. On the floor. Neon pink lace.
A bra and a thong.
My throat went dry. My cock twitched so hard it hurt.
What. The. Fuck.