Still standing, I drop my pants, and the mic is close enough to the edge of my table that it catches the sound of my slick-with-spit palm stroking my dick. I lean over and suck in another breath. Let out a growl. “Ffffuuuuccckkk, you feel good when you lick me like that. Now get up. Ah-ah-ah…” I wag my finger. “What happens when you take more than I tell you? That’s right. You don’t want to be spanked already, do you? I thought you were my good girl.” I groan, my cock heavy and hot in my hand. “Show me what a good girl does.”
At this point, I imagine Ara sucking me down to the base. Gagging on me. Pulling my balls and sucking one into her mouth and rolling her tongue over it. “That’s right, Kitty.” I stroke myself harder, faster. “You want this cream, don’t you? Yeahhhh, you do. Suck me harder and let me give it to you.”
My balls tighten. Heat blooms across my back, my thighs lock. With a low, deep rumble, I come all over my desk, the base of the mic, and even manage to hit the fucking keyboard. It feels too good to care.
“That’s my Kitty. Lick it clean. You waste a drop, then we’re going to have to do this all over again.” Because I can come five times without needing a break.
I tap the record button again to stop it and clean up. The scene was short, sweet, and just enough to almost take the edge off.
I can’t wait to finally meet the muse who makes my dick ache.
Chapter 4
Ara
I didn’t get to the shop Glitch told me about until Thursday. I felt terrible about it at first, but really, it’s not like I made an appointment, and he didn’t say I had to come immediately. I’ve been trying my best to fix the problem myself so I wouldn’t have to go at all. He’ll know what happened the second he sees it, and I don’t want to explain myself. But I also don’t want to lie to him. It feels wrong to start off with a fib. Even if this thing between us goes nowhere, I just don’t think I can do it.
Relax. He’s fixing your computer, not your life.
I really need to chill. It’s just a drop off. Nothing more.
But I want more.
Nope. I think I want more.
Really, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing lately. My life’s a mess. I can’t get my muse to come out of hiding, so everything I’ve been painting is trash, and I’m in desperate need to get laid. And… okay, this is the real truth… I dumped my whacko boyfriend, who keeps showing up at odd times of the day and night. I never know when he’s going to bang on my door drunk, or call me begging to take him back, or be waiting at my favorite coffee shop with a muffin for me. It’s annoying and exhausting. And scary.
Pulling into the parking lot, I’m a little surprised I haven’t been to the Computer Cave before. I’ve driven past it a bunch of times, but never thought to go in. It’s in a strip mall, on the busy side of town. Anime and game posters are displayed in the big windows. The green neon OPEN sign glows brightly beneath an electric blue Computer Cave sign.
I grab my computer and find myself hesitating at the door. I’m going to meet Glitch. This is it. The guy I’ve been low-key swooning over for months is right on the other side of this door. Is he tall? Bulky? Inked?
My heart flutters in my chest.
Wow. That I’m this excited to meet this guy in person proves I really need to socialize more often. He’s only fixing my computer, not fucking me.
Okay. Whoa. Where’d that thought come from?
Simmer down, hot sauce. You’re here for your computer, not your libido.
The door opens. “Coming in?”
I stand there until my cheeks grow hot. “Y-yeah. Sorry.” I scoot past the man and head inside, clutching my heavy computer to my chest like I’m two seconds away from muttering, “My precious.”
“What can I help you with?” The guy shuts the door and follows me inside.
I don’t answer because I’m too distracted by the graffiti covering all four walls in bright colors. There’s a group of young kids playing a board game at one of the six-foot tables in the center of the place. Falling in Reverse is blasting from the surround sound. There’s a couch with a huge flat screen along the back wall and a stand under it holding every gaming console ever made.
“Miss?”
I can’t stop looking around. Haku, the dragon from Spirited Away, hangs from the ceiling and must stretch twenty feet long. There are so many colors and textures around here, it’s incredibly stimulating. My artistic heart skips a beat.
“Miss? Did you need something done to your computer or are you consigning it?”