The Catch

31. Chapter 31

Saint

We're in my room, in my new bed. It's the night before I have to fly to the conference game.

I'm fucking her hard. The bed covers and sheets are strewn on the floor. They fell as a result of our mutual exploration, and neither of us seem to care. We're too busy enjoying this thing we have.

Every night, we pretend we have countless evenings just like this.

"Saint— ahhh."

"Tell me." I pump my hips harder. "Talk to me."

The bedframe rocks back and forth with the force of my movements. I hold myself high above her, so I can see her tits rock, too.

"I… you…" Her eyes are closed, her mouth slack with pleasure. "You're so good. This feels so good."

"I can make it feel better," I groan.

I have my cock ring on, tight around my shaft and balls. It has a knob that can vibrate and tease her clit— but with my thrusts, it doesn't do its job as well as it could.

I can't have that.

"Ames." I twist us in bed. I come out of her but, with firm hands, guide her to straddle me. "Take me back."

"I've never… ahh."

She takes a second to adjust to the new position, deep as I am in her.

"Holy shit," she mutters.

"Stay like this." I dig my fingertips into the plush rolls of her hips. "Just like this. Don't move."

"Saint— I—"

With a single hand, I accommodate the vibe head to fit between her labia and right on her clit. Reaching without seeing, I search for the remote and up the intensity of vibration.

"Saint!"

"Do you like this?"

She doesn't respond except for a quick nod. Her head drops back. A flutter of her inner muscles steals a groan from me.

"Don't move," I repeat, the words ground through my teeth. "Please."

"I want to." Her voice is raspy.

"Not yet. I need— I beg— let me feel you like this."

The warmth of her body sheathes me. Her thick thighs bracket me. Her nails dig into my chest.

"Nothing feels as good as this," I confess.

My bedroom is a sanctuary. Walls and furniture fill the space in moody coffee shades— cappuccino, mocha, espresso everywhere. Except for my bed and curtains, draped in rich, light cream tones. All metals are a brushed, muted gold. The lights are subtly tinted to add depth and emotion.

"Take it easy," I moan. "Take it slow. Let me feel you."

The walls of her pussy ripple again around me and I push my head against the pillow .

"Yes, just like that," I say. "To feel these vibrations and what they do to you. Just like this. Please."

She whimpers and collapses on top of me, like the sensations are too much. I wrap my arms around her as she kisses my neck. Moans again.

I echo her. "Tell me it feels good. Tell me you feel the vibe and my cock and it feels good."

"I've never felt this good." She rolls her hips— once.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and hold on to her right.

She rocks again. "I need to move. Please. Please."

A strangled noise makes it out of my throat. I trace the mountains of her body until I can grab her hips hard again. I guide her movements. In this angle, she presses onto my vibe. I bite my lip.

"Gael!"

She comes with my name on her lips. It's a long orgasm, waves of pressure around my cock making me see white.

"Amelia."

I roll us in bed again so she's under me. I press my hips into her, forcing the vibe to intensify her climax. When the spasms slow down, I roll my hips gently, going as deep as I can and staying there, pushing, letting the vibrator do its thing.

She whimpers. "It's too much."

"Tell me you'll take it. For me. Please."

"You like this?"

"I'm inside you. Feeling you. There's nothing better. I beg you."

"Only if you're a good boy."

"I am. So good. Right? Do you like this?"

I move in and out, only an inch at a time. The way she squeezes me now, I know she's doing it on purpose. I groan.

"Will you make me come again?" she asks.

"I need to. Be good and give me another one. I can't come until you come again. "

"You want me to come again that badly?"

"Yes. Always. Yes."

She takes the remote I threw onto the mattress and changes the vibration pattern. The sensation travels through my cock and deep into my lower belly. I moan. The change makes everything hypersensitive again.

"Do you like this, Gael?"

"So much. Do you like it? Tell me you like it. I need you— I need—"

I keep rolling my hips in small circular motions, making sure to push into her flesh.

"Tell me you want me to come again," she whimpers.

"I need you to come again. I need to feel your body give in to me. Over and over."

"Do you love knowing you're the only one who can make me feel this way?"

"Fuck. Yes."

"Do you want to hear that I'll never stop thinking of you and what you can do to me?"

I whimper.

"Is that what will make you— make you— come and fill me with—"

She sobs as she comes. The sounds coming out of her throat, her fingertips digging into my shoulders, her thighs squeezing me tight. Fragmented awareness that makes me spill myself in her.

"Ames. Holy shit. Holy fuck. Amelia."

I'm halfway through my climax when the words rasp through my lips. I stay still, focusing on the fading jolts and outbursts of her body, and the intense sensation the cock ring, her movements, and my orgasm put me through.

I'm still trying to recover as we decouple. At my side, she finds the remote and has enough presence of mind to turn off the vibe.

"I can give you another," I complain.

"Saint," she says.

My name is half-scolding .

This is officially the longest relationship I've ever had, at just over two weeks. We've had sex often enough that she knows I always offer more, and for me to learn she accepts my offer only sometimes.

I never want to stop asking.

"Come here," I say instead.

I open my arm in an inviting gesture, leaving my poor cock to deal with the rings of silicone still keeping it hard. I'll need to wait to take them off.

Ames sighs and snuggles up to me.

"I would have never guessed how much you love to cuddle," she whispers next to my chest.

I caress her arm with lazy fingers. "Don't ask anyone about it. You'd be shocked."

"What do you mean?" She chuckles.

"I've received complaints in the past that I don't cuddle enough."

"Nonsense. You're always asking me to be close!"

She doesn't know she's the first one.

"Of course I do," is all I say.

It's those sparks I felt for her a long time ago. It's the way those have grown into something deeper, brighter, and enduring.

They used to flicker. Now they emit a steady, bright glow.

I lick my lips and breathe through the sudden tightness in my chest. I'm in trouble. So much trouble.

"Saint… are we… fu-dating?" She chuckles. "Remember that? From when I had just gotten here."

"I remember." I keep my breathing even.

"It's hard to believe. I always wondered why you never tried to have sex with me and now here we are."

"You were always in a long term relationship. I couldn't get in the middle of that."

"Meanwhile, you were always fu-dating . "

I sigh. "I can't say you're wrong."

We stay quiet for a second. The patches of skin where we touch are warm, but goosebumps appear like rivers on her flesh. Her fingers are motionless on me and, while I can't study her face to know what she's thinking, I know she's thinking hard.

I should get up and get the blankets. Cover us and coax her into sleeping just like this with me. See if she'll let me make up for time lost by making her come once more.

But I don't say anything. Before she can ask for more, her phone rings.

She gets up. Her body jiggles from her movements. It's a glorious sight.

I sigh. "The fucked right look is good on you."

I want to be the one getting her hair messy like this. The one making her climax over and over again. And the one kissing her good morning. Always.

Ending this would wreck me.

I'm not sure she processed what I said. No way she knows what it meant to me.

She stares at her phone, then at me.

She bites her lip. "It's Pablo."

I nod. She might as well get distracted. It will give me time to recover and figure out where the hell to go from here.

"Hey!" She says to the phone.

She stands naked, mild consternation on her features. She glances at my cock, still half-hard and tied in silicone rings, and shuts her eyes close. Tight.

I bite back a sad chuckle. She evidently isn't ready to think of us as more than fuck buddies. Talking to her brother while I'm on display like this is weirding her out.

"Dear sister of mine. You texted?"

The room is quiet enough that I can hear Pablo's words clearly. I rub my face with both hands and vaguely realize I should say something.

"I did?" Her voice is high-pitched .

Or maybe I should walk away. Or let her know I can hear it. Would that make her panic more?

To be fair, even if we'd been together for three decades, she might not want to talk to Pablo while I'm naked and wearing a cock ring.

"You forgot?" he asks.

"I— I'm sure I did. Text, that is. Yeah. I have news."

I raise my eyebrows.

"So you said in your message," Pablo says from the speaker. "What's up?"

"Uhm… right."

"Is everything okay? You sound weird."

I'll go out , I mouth to her.

She shakes her head. "I'm okay."

"Wait. Can you talk right now?" Pablo asks. "You can text me later if you can't. If Saint is there with a date and things are awkward—"

"There's no date." I say the words without thinking.

Ames' eyes open in renewed panic.

Fuck , I mutter, even if I want to rebel with a laugh as well.

We're both naked. I still have my cock ring on. Ames and I are on the phone with someone who would never expect us to do what we just did.

And all I want to do is say, hey, remember that warning you gave me about Amelia all those years ago? Yeah, I really needed a reminder, now you're too late.

"Saint?" Pablo chuckles. "Shit, it's still weird to get you on the phone when calling my sister. Funnily enough, I texted you earlier."

Ames puts the call on speakerphone, throws the device on the bed close to me, and gets busy putting on her pajamas.

"Sorry," I say. "I haven't checked my phone in a while."

Ames throws my boxers at me with force. I chuckle.

Fully unaware, Pablo continues. "I was going to ask you about the game this weekend, how you're doing. "

I remove my cock ring like it's the most natural thing in the world. "We keep on going, preparing to win, assuming we will."

This is my mutiny. Pretending none of this is embarrassing is as close to defying the agreement Ames and I have as I can get.

Not that we were explicit about not telling anyone.

"Can't believe it." Pablo laughs. "Wow, Saint. Remember in college? We dreamed of this. Now you're almost there— again."

Fully dressed, Ames goes as far as to comb her hair with her fingers. Even if Pablo can't see anything.

"You should come to the big one," I say to Pablo. "It's in San José this year. We're inviting our closest friends and family. My parents and my sisters are going to be there, too. And Ames, of course. I think. Maybe."

I smile in a tease, seeking a smile back.

It doesn't come.

The frantic energy buzzing around her dies. Her movements slow down. She wrings her hands together as she sits on the bed, avoiding my gaze at first.

She bites her lip. "Remember how I said I was waiting to hear from the producer?"

I nod.

"Yeah? You heard from them?" Pablo asks.

She sighs. "This is the news I had. They emailed my agent and me. I'm recording the pilot in ten days. I'm flying that Thursday, we have a few meetings through Saturday, then we record on Monday."

"Wait," Pablo says. "So you're going to be in LA the whole weekend and miss the big game?"

I get up and put on my underwear, like it will help.

Yeah. She's not attending as my guest.

I look away to buy myself some time. My stomach is on the floor, quickly finding its way to the cold lake waters. My heart follows behind, hoping to disappear into its depths .

It's hard to breathe, the way my chest is heavy with the news.

But I knew this could happen. If I imagined she'd be in the suite to meet my family, to watch me play, to find me on the field afterwards… that was all my doing. None of it is part of our agreement.

This is too big an opportunity for her, for me to be selfish and ask her to support me instead.

"For the pilot only," she adds behind me. "My agent is negotiating that the proper show filming happens here, but the pilot has to happen there. Budget reasons, they said."

I turn and run my fingers through my hair.

"You hadn't said anything." I keep my voice neutral.

"I was… distracted." She points to the bed a few times. "I'm sorry."

"If I can be a poor substitute…" Pablo speaks from the phone.

"Of course." I clear my throat. "Please come! I'd love to have you there."

Though Ames' presence can't be replaced.

"And we are so excited about this chance for you, Ames," Pablo says.

"We are. It's such an opportunity," I manage.

"They're saying that if the execs like the pilot— and if the tests do well— they would start with ordering ten episodes. Depending how those do, we'd film a second season." She gives me a tenuous smile. "Can you imagine?"

"I can imagine." I pull a smile from somewhere in my guts. "Excellent news."

"That's the dream," Pablo says.

"It is." Ames takes a deep breath. "I hope I can carry an episode on my own."

"Of course you can, Ames." I put a hand on her knee. "You will dazzle them. You'll see. We will be pursuing big career goals at the same time. That's kind of cool, isn't it?"

It is, even if her absence will be a big splinter in my side.