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Butch wondered if Catherine knew she was killing him right now, dressed in nothing but those tiny black shorts that rode up her hips in such an inviting way, and that matching sports bra.
God he wanted to feel her so goddamn bad, her silky tan skin was practically begging to be brushed against with his rough hands, and soft lips. Not to mention how her hair cascaded down her back, the auburn coloring glinting so perfectly in the artificial light, complementing the freckles across her the bridge of her nose, shoulders, and hidden behind the few spots he couldn’t see, but could easily envision.
Yet he was placed in a metaphorical prison for the time being, practically being tortured waiting for his girlfriend to give him the green light to completely ravish her. Of whom was currently writing various things in her journal, across the living room of her house from his very sweet viewing spot sprawled out on the couch. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at her, but he now knew every freckle, marking, and scar on her back personally.
He also didn’t know why she was so interested in testing out the ant queen pheromones Angela had so desperately wanted. Though he liked to guess it was the same as his own interest in using an aphrodisiac to spice things up. Yet he couldn’t see how much it would help, considering his want, no need for her was already peaked from her strutting around in that foxy outfit alone.
“Okay,” She finally said, after keeping him confined to the couch until she was done setting up her notes. “Let’s move upstairs to the bedroom, and test these pheromones out.”
“You got it, Cat!” Butch all but launched himself up from the couch, his abstaining period finally over.
He followed her up the stairs, and into his own bedroom, a change of pace. Casually taking off his jacket and boots, he could barely tear his eyes away from Catherine's form as she placed journal, pencil, and the supposed aphrodisiac in the vial on top of his dresser.
“Just need to put this somewhere on me,” She uncorked the vial, and dipped her finger inside. “And see if it takes effect.”
Dabbing a small amount of it on her shoulders, she resealed the container and placed it by her notebook.
“Alright, any effect so far?” She asked her boyfriend, walking over to him, looking up with a slightly nervous smile. “Also please don’t tear my clothes off if there is, I specifically wore this to easily slip off.”
“I’ll try,” He smirked, leaning into her space to make her flustered. “I might get too eager, though.”
Her smile faded, leaving an uneasy frown in its place, her eyes pointing away.
“I admit, it’s still a little hard to believe anyone would get that excited over me. You especially.”
“What?” He asked her in disbelief. “You think the Butch-man would be dating you if you weren’t a bombshell?”
His hands found her waist easily, lowering his grasp to fit his palms into her hip dips, squeezing them and pulling her closer. Smiling at the tiny noise of surprise she gave, he let his lips brush just barely against hers.
“Most goddamn gorgeous doll in this entire wasteland.” He whispered against her mouth, reveling in her furiously blushing face, and the way her hands gripped at his shirt.
Thumbs brushing against the hem of her shorts, he waited for her to make the first move, making sure she was absolutely ready. Though by the way she whimpered when his hips met hers, she was more than willing.
One last breath, and her lips slowly crashed onto his. His hand came up to cup her cheek, tilting her just right to fully lean into it. A deep grumble emanated from his chest when she didn’t hesitate to open her mouth, his tongue eagerly taking full advantage of the privilege. She tasted tantalizingly sweet as he delved deeper, he didn’t know if he could ever get enough.
She jolted faintly when her back hit the wall, not having realized she had been pushed up against it until it suddenly happened. And did it again when she felt the roll of his hips thrust into her.
Breaking away for air, she managed to get out a few quick words.
“Maybe I should put on a little more pheromones.” She said, or rather whimpered, as Butch kissed along her jawline, and slowly moved to paint hickeys on her neck, hands tracing her waist. “To make sure it’s working right.”
“Don’t think I can want you anymore than I do now.” He argued, not wanting to let her go for a second, finally having her right where he wanted her.
“I just-hmph!” She nearly bit her tongue when his hand found its way south, and caressed her inner thigh. “Want to make sure it’s working right.”
“Sure, dollface.” He reluctantly agreed, slowly letting go of his grasp on her.
“I’ll be only a second.” She promised, darting over, opening the vial, and adding a few more drops onto her skin, and closing it again.
“Okay, read-”
Her words were cut off by a sudden tongue being shoved into her mouth, her back hitting the wall again. Two hands slowly traced down her body, feeling every curve on her, lingering and oddly enough, gentle.
“Fuck,” She heard him whisper strongly when they broke off for air. “I need you, now.”
Of all the things she had expected to hear from her ex-childhood bully, that was one that she guessed she should’ve predicted when they started dating. Though even if she did, it wouldn't have made it any less spine tingling, or anything less than the overwhelmingly thrilling turn on it was.
Now in fear of having her precious clothes torn off as she originally worried, she took the moment her partner was distracted kissing her collarbone to grab at her bra’s hem. Following her lead, he helped her swipe it off, memorizing the way her tits bounced when freed from their imprisonment.
Before she could make another move to remove her shorts, or suggest he start disrobing to save her the embarrassment of being the only nude one, he palmed her breast in his large hand. The moan she let out made her face warm up, a part of her terrified he would laugh at her for it. And while he did snicker softly, she didn’t have any time to reflect on it, his mouth deciding to occupy itself with the better task of rolling his tongue on her nipple.
If she thought her moan before was loud, the next one that threatened to sound was far worse, her hand shooting up to muffle it. Both her breasts being so lovingly attended to, switching from hand to mouth and back, driving her absolutely mad. Only worsening when he grazed his teeth on the skin between her chest, hands kneading her tits while he made marks on her he would be grinning in pride at the thought of later.
She managed to stop herself from whimpering when he pulled away, one of her knuckles between her teeth in a clamp. But the reprieve from the stimulating sensation was brief, her partner making quick work of losing his shirt, and then pants right afterwards.
“Bed.” He whispered hoarsely into her ear, before gently kissing it, and thrusting his hands under her legs.
Catherine could hardly understand why he commanded her if he was keen on carrying her over to it anyways, but she wasn’t one to complain when her legs felt like jelly. Her body hit the mattress delicately, as if she was a precious object he couldn’t afford to break. That uncharacteristic gentleness of his continued when he pulled off her shorts, ensuring they did not rip in his enthusiasm. And then grinning like a mad man when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties underneath.
“That eager for me?” He asked, looking down at her, eyes slowly crawling up her torso, taking in her beautiful nude figure with a hungry gaze.
She didn’t answer right away, both in embarrassment, and also because her mind blanked when his hand began caressing every scar across her skin. The horrible reminders of past painful experiences now markings on a map of her figure, of where he could graze his loving hands and have her melt in his touch.
“You’re the one who's obviously eager.” She managed to rebut between breaths, eyes flickering to the obvious sign of excitement within his boxers.
“Really?” He seductively growled, his hand trailing down her stomach, a single finger slowly inserting itself into her folds. “Cause man, baby, you are wet.”
Catherine’s hands grasped at any part of him she could reach while he added another finger next to the first. His thumb methodically rubbed her clit in small circles, while his fingers reached deep, rhythmically plunging in and out to her sounds.
“God,” He muttered, drinking in each moan, sharp gasp, and whine of hers. “You’re looking so good right now, babydoll.”
“B-Butch…” She weakly called out, making him involuntarily roll his hips.
Every muscle in his body ached for her, his eyes partaking in the feast that was her body scrawled out underneath him, her melodious voice crying out for him. But he wasn’t going to let her go with just one round, his mind remaining coherent enough to want her to become absolutely spent with pleasure. As many orgasms as she wanted, he would happily provide.
His fingers curled, and she felt her hips drive upward in response, barely registering her gasping moans. He was far too skilled with his hands, as they worked tirelessly to overstimulate her all through her first orgasm of the night.
“That’s my girl.” He smugly said, withdrawing his touch while she came down from her ecstasy high. “We’re not done yet, though.”
Before she could ask what he meant by that, he pulled her into another searing kiss, mouth then trailing down her jaw, neck, chest, stomach, and finally stopping just before her legs. Attentively kissing her most sensitive spots on her inner thighs, he prided himself in knowing all the places that drove her wild, finding himself smitten with each part of her. And though he would usually draw this out painfully slow, reveling in her begging for him, he felt he could not stop himself from tasting her. A rising desire to make her scream out his name coursing through him, setting his blood aflame.
“Ah!” Came her cry, hands darting to entangle her fingers in his hair when his tongue hit her clitrois.
He wondered if she could somehow feel the smirk on his lips, as he pressed them against her, dragging his tongue lower to her opening. The thought was a much needed distraction from how her hands tugged at his short strands and fingers grazed over his scalp, exacerbating that painful stiffness in his boxers. Paired with how she managed to squeak out a “good boy”, nearly feeling himself come undone then and there.
It certainly didn’t help further that she started whining and whimpering again when his tongue dipped into her. Nor did the way he felt intoxicated by her taste, no other girl he’d been with had ever come close to how heavenly she was, savoring every lick he could get.
“Fuckin’ amazing.” He muttered against her, the vibrations causing her to squirm.
“Please,” He heard her exhale sharply. “Make me cum.”
He smirked deviously, hearing his girl make such a depraved request. Any other night and he would have teased the plea out of her, edging her until her brain was mush and she could do nothing else but beg for release, if she could even form the words. But in the moment when he was so desperate for his own relief, the pheromones surely working their magic with how his primal urges spiked, he couldn’t hold back himself.
He pulled away just enough to speak clearly. “Let it out for me then, baby.”
She didn’t get the opportunity to retort, his tongue assaulting her, anywhere he could lick that was remotely sensitive was graced with his warm touch. His fingers joined the effort, sliding their way inside of her again, working their skillful magic.
“F-fuck.” She stuttered, almost inaudibly over her moaning. “Please, please, please.”
How could he deny her now? Not that he could stop himself, caught up in the throes of ecstasy, her hands keeping his head pulled towards her, his stomach tightening knowing she was so close.
“Ah-ah-ahhh!” Her cries came out in stuttering gasps, mind blanking as he kept going through all of her squirming and shivering.
And when she was done, desperately trying to catch her breath, he finally pulled away. But she found little relief, his tongue inviting itself into her mouth again, entwining with hers, swallowing her continued moans. Yet her noises soon mixed in with his own, her soft hand seeking revenge and trailing down his stomach. Biting the bottom of her lip in retaliation, it did little to stop her as her fingers traced the tops of his boxers, and slid in to graze his sensitive cock.
“I-hngh.” He tried to form a coherent sentence, but found it impossible when her warm touch curled around his dick.
“These pheromones really turned you on, huh?” She mused, admittedly getting distracted and absentmindedly stroking him a few times, pondering how to write down her findings.
“You did most of the work, doll.” He strangled out, shrugging off his undergarments while she withdrew her hand, letting his member spring free. “You strutting around in that little number earlier was pushing me over the edge.”
“I guess I can’t return the earlier favor, then?” Her smile was sly, the thought of her reddened lips wrapped around his shaft alone shooting a wave of heat straight to his core. Recalling the utterly smoking hot way she would take him completely into her mouth, tongue urging him to cum down her throat.
“Cat,” He mumbled, peppering kisses on her forehead, and cheeks. “I don’t think I can last much longer with you messin’ with me.”
“I guess I’ll have to take this snake head on then.” She joked, his familiar feeling of adoration for her sparking bright again, blending with the overpowering desire and fueling his longing for her. He couldn’t stop the dorky laugh that escaped him, face bright red from his sudden flustered mood.
“Hope you’re ready for it.” He gently pushed her back down onto the mattress, eyes locked on her breasts jiggling with the movement. “I know you can cum for me one more time, babe.”
His tip was at her entrance, he could barely hold himself back, but he needed to make sure she was completely in want of this, prepared for this. Of which he soon got his answer when her arms curled around his neck, her voice pleading in his ear.
“Please.” She said, her mouth softly creating what he knew was going to be a lasting mark on his lower neck, making him grip the bed sheets tightly to control himself.
It took every last ounce of self-awareness not to plow her into the bed in a whirlwind speed then and there, but there was no way in hell he was going to chance hurting her. Thus his pace was agonizingly slow, deliberately entering her gently as he could manage, panting and groaning the entire while.
Once he bottomed out, feeling her walls tightening around him, his hands gripped her hips, warning her of what was to come. Catherine didn’t seem to mind however, releasing her hold around him and raising her arms to cushion the top of her head from banging into the bed frame, hands braced against it.
Nearly pulling out of her completely, he quickly thrust back in, and felt himself finally snap. The staggering build-up of his fervor taking complete authority of his mind, the only thought left in his head was to fuck his girlfriend senseless.
Fingers digging into her supple skin, he used his grip on her to help thrust forward, ravishing her with each roll of his hips. A sinful audio mix of grumbles, moans, and desperate panting escaped from his lips, as he tried in vain to hold them back to listen to his partner’s instead. Every gasp she gave was music to his ears when he pulled out, and he absolutely adored how she grew visibly and audibly drunk on his cock when it was snug tight inside of her.
She was slick, another reminder of how undoubtedly turned on she was, pushing him closer to the edge thinking about how it was all in response to him. No one else did this for her, or got to see her like this, a privilege granted to him and him only. The delight fed more by the jealousy of others he knew he earned, seeing him get to have her hang off his arm, knowing she chose him over all others. He felt the luckiest man alive, treasuring every second, and how she called out his name, dripping in lust.
“Butch…” She mumbled out, making him wish he had a holotape with him. The sound a perfect accompaniment to his fantasies of her, of when he was forced to resort to memories to blow off steam when she traveled without him.
“God, I love it when you say my name.” He managed to sensually whisper into her ear. “But I want to hear you scream it, Cat.”
Tightening his grasp on her a little more, he lifted his back up for the best angle to really drive into her, picking up his pace. He thrusted hard, fast, feeling the stiffness from the mattress trying to fight back in vain, while Catherine used the last of her strength to protect her head from the bed frame.
Being used like a sex toy, a dick sleeve for his pleasure, with him sheathing himself in and out of her in a frenzy, she felt her mind go wild, her whole body tingling with the rush of passion. Her back arched, moans growing louder each time his hips slammed into hers in a perfect rhythm. Any thoughts she had were gone, the only one left commanding her to follow orders, and cry out for her partner.
“Butch! I’m so close!” She squealed out, her boyfriend feeling a swell of satisfaction, bringing him ever nearer to finishing.
But he would not let himself finish until she did, holding himself back on willpower alone, knowing she was just as close, if not closer, than he was. He could tell by the way her body twisted, hands grasping feverishly at the sheets, and legs squirming around. The pleasure racking her mind taking over her movements, desperately telling her she couldn’t take anymore, until-
“Ah! I’m-I’m-!”
She couldn’t even form the words, her eyes tearing up, whole body racked with bliss, calling out in near delirium. Her hands reached up to dig into his shoulder blades, while he felt her walls flutter around her, not stopping his assault all through her orgasm.
But he couldn’t keep it up for much longer, following her example a moment later, cries of euphoria muffled by placing his head into the crook of her neck. Feeling his ejaculation fill her up, hot seed spilling all of itself into her, he could already see his cum dripping down her legs when he let her go.
Strength now completely gone, he slipped out of her easily, and laid himself beside her. Using the last of his energy, he pulled her closer, with her swiveling to her side to face him. The picture of her was breathtaking, a blush dusted across her skin, tousled hair framing her face, shining in the afterglow.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, Cat.” He muttered, smiling lovingly at her while tracing her cheek, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Pheromones talking.” She mumbled, inciting him to pull her into another kiss that made her melt.
“Keep talking like that,” He told her after breaking away. “And I’ll just have to keep showing you how cute you are.”
Her face went twice as red, trying to hide her embarrassment by passing it onto him.
“I still have to return the favor, and maybe next time you can wear the pheromones.” Her smirk was devilish, a jolt of electrifying thrill running up his spine. “I might not be able to resist pulling out the strap-on, though.”
He swallowed hard at the thought, already imagining the feeling of how her hands would trace his back, her breasts feeling amazing pushed, and rubbing onto him. The sensation of her breath whispering sweet praises into his ear, fingers teasing and rubbing the tip of his slick cock while he was pegged from behind, her stamina coming in handy to completely ravish him. The embarrassing sounds he would make inciting her to thrust harder, faster, until he was nothing more than a whimpering mess.
“If you want to, sure, babe.” He tried to play off his excitement at the thought, considering he still had his image to uphold.
“And leaving you with that fantasy to jumble around in your head,” She gently broke free from his arms, causing him to faintly whine in retort. “I need to write my findings down. Be back in a moment.”
She didn’t bother to look back at him when she left, notebook and vial in hand, knowing he’d have the biggest pout on his face. Thus she didn’t see the way his eyes trailed down her back, signifying that he saw one positive feature about her temporary retreat.
And when she did return, after he slipped on his boxers again, he realized she sneakily stole his discarded shirt and had tugged it on. The sight of her in it, and how his hands smoothed across its soft material when she was snug again in his waiting arms in bed, filled him with delight.
“After the pheromones have been used up,” She mused, laying on her side with his head cradled into her chest, fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair. “Maybe I can see if I can make a synthetic version. Or at least see if those ant colonies ever come back.”
“Could just keep strutting around in that earlier outfit of yours.” He smiled at the mix of his words, the soothing sensation of her delicate touch, and the sweet lullaby of her heartbeat. Though he’d never admit to being so in love with her fingers running through his locks, faking complaints about having to redo his hairstyle at times, even when she saw right through his ruse. “Works just as good as any chems ever could.”
“Maybe I’ll wear it again sometime.” She softly spoke, whole face blushing again. “Only for you, though.”
“Baby, that’s perfectly fine with the Butch-man.”