Page 63 of Convincing the Catcher

“Yeah …” I utter, swinging my gaze back to the TV. “You’re just … you’re really distracting me from this shitty show—that’s all.”

“It’s not shitty,” she says instantly, clearly offended. “And why am I distracting you?”

This girl. She’s so fucking innocent that she doesn’t even realize the effects of what she’s doing with the damn lollipop. And thankfully, she hasn’t noticed the bulge in my jeans yet either.

I side-eye her just as her eyebrows pull together, her eyes narrowing questioningly, and then the worst thing happens …

She looks down at my pants, and right away, she yanks the lollipop from her lips and looks stunned.

“Oh … I’m sorry.” She looks at the pop and then at me. “I didn’t—I wasn’t,” she stammers, not knowing what to do.

“It’s fine,” I mumble. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” I grab one of the pillows and set it over my lap, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable with my fucking boner.

Well, more uncomfortable than she already is …

A few moments pass, and suddenly, she pauses the TV again.

“So, that”—she waves toward the pillow—“is from me … and the lollipop?”

I grind my back teeth, ashamed of myself for being so fucking pathetic.

“Just ignore it, Catch,” I utter. “Eventually, it’ll go down.”

Not wanting it to only get harder, I look away from her again. Only, a minute later, her hand is touching my arm, and when I dare to glance at her, she’s holding the lollipop, no longer sucking on it.

“I didn’t know it would affect you because I haven’t”—her eyes dart down at the bed—“done that with anyone.”

“It’s all good,” I say quickly, barely able to force the words out because she isn’t helping my situation right now at all by reminding me that no man has ever fucked her perfect throat.

“Maybe … you could teach me, Cane?” she whispers shyly. “I know I said, you know, that last night was the only time we could have sex or whatever. But we aren’t back on campus yet. And we don’t really have anything else to do, so⁠—”

I squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing back a groan. My God, she’s trying to kill me.

“You want me to teach you how to suck dick, Harland?” I say sharply, dragging a hand down my face.

“Yes,” she mutters. “If … if you want to.” She’s nervous now, and my eyes fly open again to find her cheeks red. “But you don’t have to. I’m sure⁠—”

Reaching for her, I brush my fingers against her lips. They’re soft and plump, and the thought of my dick sliding between them has my cock damn near lifting the pillow into the air.

My sanity is gone. Self-control? Poof. Ability to play it cool? Disappeared.

The only thing on my mind right now is showing her how I like my dick to be sucked and then her showing me everything she’s learned.

I grab the lollipop from her hand and hold it. “Get on your knees beside the bed,” I say roughly, unable to be gentle anymore. “And take your shirt off. I want to look at your tits while I watch you pretend this lollipop is my dick.”

Slowly, she does what she was told, coming around to my side of the bed as I swing my legs off the edge. I don’t take my jeans off yet, but instead, I reach out, grazing her cheek before I angle her chin upward to look at me.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I growl. “When it’s time for you to suck my dick, I don’t want you to look away from me. Not even when you swallow me down.”

She squirms, her breathing intensifying, though she keeps her eyes on me.

“Good girl,” I muse. “Now open those lips for me and stick your tongue out,” I demand, bringing the candy close to her mouth. “First, you’d want to get a taste of me. So, go on and taste it. Show me how eager you’d be if it was my fat cock in your face.”

Her tongue pokes out, and she laps the lollipop. Not hurrying either. She flicks her tongue against it, her green eyes boring into mine.

“Good fucking girl. By now … you’d be tasting my pre-cum because my cock would be dripping for more,” I tell her, gripping her chin harder with one hand while I smear the lollipop across her lips with the other. “Now, take it into your mouth and close your lips around it, sucking it like it’s the tip of my cock.”

Again, she does what she’s told, and I swear I could lose it right now. I could come in my jeans when she hasn’t even touched me yet. She’s that fucking hot.