Chapter 23: The Blowjob Competition
He felt the ghost of Tasha’s arse for two days. A persistent, delicious soreness in his groin that flared whenever he shifted in his lecture hall seat or caught his reflection in a window—a man who now knew his own capability.The forum buzzed. The video of Tasha, clinical and wrecked in equal measure, had spawned a new tier of requests. But Aidan found his mind drifting from the screen, from Megan’s eager curations, to the familiar clutter of his own living room.To Catriona.
She was sprawled on the floor, sketching on a tablet, a half-eaten bowl of cereal beside her. Her fiery hair was piled in a messy bun, a few strands clinging to the sweat on her neck. She’d been quiet since her breakup, a subdued version of her normally explosive self.
“You’re thinking loud enough to drown out the telly,” she said, not looking up from her screen.“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just share.” She put the tablet down and rolled onto her back, looking at him upside down from the floor. Her t-shirt rode up, exposing a soft strip of pale stomach and the curve of her hip.“It’s about the forum, isn’t it? The Philosophy Girl.”
“Yeah.” Aidan took a breath.The honesty between them was the bedrock. He wouldn’t cheapen it now.“It was… it was everything I ever wanted. And it’s unlocked something.I don’t want to just fulfil their fantasies anymore. I want to state my own.”
Catriona’s green eyes widened.“Okay.That’s a fucking power move. What’s the fantasy?”
“A competition.” The word felt solid in his mouth. “A blowjob competition.A dozen girls.One winner. The one who can take me deepest, make me come hardest.”
A slow, knowing smile spread across Catriona’s face. It was the first real spark he’d seen in her since the breakup.“You arrogant bastard.I love it. And you want me to…?”
“Referee.Run the show.It’s happening here. Tonight.”
Her smile turned into a grin.“Pass me my phone.”
The response was instantaneous. Megan handled the initial vetting, but Catriona took final approval, her artist’s eye selecting for variety—tall, short, different shades of brown skin, different styles of dress, all united by a hungry look in their eyes.By eight PM, the living room had been transformed. The couch was a mountain of cushions against the wall. The worn leather armchair was dragged centre-stage, a throne ringed by bottles of water and towels. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation, cheap perfume, and Catriona’s nervous energy as she lit a single lamp, leaving the room in a pool of dramatic, shadowy light.The knock came at half-past. Catriona opened the door and a stream of young women flowed in, twelve of them, a murmuring, laughing, nervous flock. They filled the space, their eyes darting to Aidan, already shirtless and leaning against the armchair. His cock, thick and heavy, was semi-hard against his thigh, a promise and a threat.
“Alright, listen up!” Catriona’s voice cut through the chatter.She’d changed into a black vest and jeans, every inch the stern, sexy referee. “Rules are simple.I’ll call your name.You kneel before the chair. You have one minute to show us what your throat can do.Deepest penetration wins. Gagging is allowed, even encouraged, but puking is an instant DQ. The winner gets him all to herself afterwards.Understood?”
A chorus of “yes” and “mm-hmm” echoed.
“First up… Kelsey.”
A tall girl with braids stepped forward, confidence in her stride. She sank to her knees, her mouth already open. Aidan let his cock swell to full, daunting erection in front of her face.Her confidence wavered for a second. Then she dove in.The first wet, hot swallow was a shock to his system. She took the head, bobbing fiercely, her hand working his shaft. She pushed deeper, her throat opening in a wet gulp. He felt the head pop past her tonsils, then the slow, torturous inch-by-inch descent as she forced more down.Her eyes streamed. A thick rope of saliva dripped from her chin onto his balls.The wet, choked sounds filled the room. At forty seconds, she gagged violently, his cock springing free, slick and shiny.
“Good effort,” Catriona called, making a note on her phone.“Next! Chloe.”
And so it went.The room became a symphony of lewd, visceral noise.The slap of thighs. The choked, guttural sounds of struggle.The encouraging cheers from the other girls. The obscene, wet pop of a cock pulling free from a stretched throat. One girl, Simone, managed to take him to the base, her dark skin flushing as her nose mashed into his pubic hair. She held it, her throat fluttering wildly around him, tears carving tracks through her mascara, for a count of ten before her body rebelled and she pulled off, gasping for air, a string of spit and pre-cum connecting her lips to his tip.
Another, a curvy girl named Imani, used her hands expertly, massaging his balls while she swallowed him whole, her head bobbing with a rhythmic precision that had Aidan groaning, his head thrown back against the chair. He fucked her face slowly, watching his shaft vanish and reappear from her glossy, stretched lips.
Aidan was lost in a haze of pure sensation.The chair was slick with his sweat. His hands gripped the worn arms, knuckles white.This was worship of the most primal kind. Each girl was a challenge, a story written in strain and saliva. Catriona moved through them like a general, directing, commenting, her own breathing shallow, her eyes locked on the proceedings with fierce intensity.“Last up,” Catriona announced, her voice slightly hoarse. “Tiana.”
A smaller, shy-looking girl with large, nervous eyes and her hair in soft curls stepped forward. She seemed younger than the others, her body trembling slightly as she knelt. She didn’t dive. She looked at Aidan’s cock, glistening with the efforts of eleven previous girls, and took a deep, deliberate breath. Then, with a tranquillity that seemed out of place, she opened her mouth and simply leaned forward.
She took the head, then, without any apparent strain, kept going. Her throat opened seamlessly, a warm, velvet tunnel that accepted him without convulsion.There was no gagging, no frantic choking.Just a slow, deep, impossible descent. Her lips met the very root of him, her nose pressed into his skin. She held him there, fully sheathed, her eyes closed in concentration. The room fell silent, save for Aidan’s ragged groan.
He could feel every inch of her throat wrapped around him, a perfect, spasming sheath.He looked down and saw the bulge of his own shape in her slender neck. The sight was too much.
“Fuck… Tiana…” he gritted out, his hips bucking involuntarily.She didn’t pull away. She relaxed further, humming softly around him, the vibration shooting straight to his core.His control shattered. A torrential, violent orgasm ripped through him. He came in deep, pulsing jets, his seed flooding straight down her gullet.She swallowed instinctively, her throat working around him, milking every last drop. He saw her Adam's apple bob once, twice.No spill.No waste.
When he was spent, soft, she gently released him, his cock slipping from her lips with a soft, wet sound. She looked up, wiping a single tear from the corner of her eye, a triumphant, serene smile on her face.The room erupted in applause and whoops. Catriona stared, her referee’s demeanour broken by pure astonishment.“Well,” she breathed into the sudden noise. “I think we have a winner.”
Aidan, feeling boneless and electrified, reached down and pulled Tiana up by her hand. She came easily, settling into his lap, nuzzling against his chest as the other girls, laughing and comparing notes, began to filter out, patting Tiana on the shoulder as they left.
Soon, it was just the three of them: Aidan, Tiana curled in his arms, and Catriona standing amidst the empty water bottles and discarded towels, the silent arbiter of the feast.
“Take her to your room,” Catriona said, her voice oddly flat.“Winner’s prize.”
Aidan stood, lifting Tiana easily. She was light, clinging to him. As he passed Catriona on the way to the hallway, he paused.Her gaze was locked on his face, then dropped to the girl in his arms. In her green eyes, he didn’t see judgment or even arousal. He saw a raw, aching loneliness so deep it stole his breath.
He carried Tiana to bed, but his mind stayed in the living room, with the redhead amidst the wreckage, her own desires still unspoken, a untouched hole in the roster of his conquests. The triumph of the night suddenly tasted like ash. The final fantasy, he realized with a cold twist in his gut, was the one he’d been too scared to voice, belonging to the one person he couldn’t bear to see cry.