DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.
Author's Note: This is a short chapter, just something to salvage this excuse of a fic. ~Enjoy.
-three-
I took a job in a tiny cafe after Finnick stopped seeing me. I figured Why not? I have so much free time now. That's how I met Cato, a 21 year old drummer for a band that plays in the Cafe once a week. Another artist. I now learned that I will only fuck artists since they play rougher than most. He would flirt with me after shows, flashing me smiles while they were playing on stage. One thing lead to another and before I knew it, we're in the backseat of his jeep fogging the windows.
Cato loves to fuck my mouth. I've done it to Gale and Finnick before, but never like the way Cato likes it. He would grip my head with both hands, pulling my hair in the process and shove his cock down my throat. Look at me when I fuck your mouth Kat. He would order. Keep your tongue out. Yes, just like that. He would fuck my mouth until I choke on his cum steadily streaming down my throat. You're such a good girl Kat, soo good.
Cato enjoys long drives. He told me that it calms his nerves to see the never ending road in front of him with a promise of a new something on the other side. He took me down to Malibu once. We were steadily cruising down the highway, the Doors blasting on his radio when he suggested that I suck his cock. Are you sure? I asked, afraid that his race to an orgasm may interfere with his driving. Don't worry Kat, if anything, your mouth will probably only heighten my driving abilities. He said with a grin. That was the first of many road heads I've ever given Cato.
Cato and I were on our way to his gig at the Whiskey when an officer stopped us. I was in the middle of giving him yet another road head when I tried to nibble at his balls. This caused his car to swerve a little to the left. Woah Kat, not a good time to get freaky. Shit! Little did we know that a copper was hiding in the cross street waiting for their next ticket prey. We got pulled over to the side of the road. What seems to be the problem officer? Cato innocently asked. I saw that swerve young man, have you had any alcoholic beverage prior to driving? Asked the policeman. Nope. Cato replied My girlfriend here just decided to spontaneously tickle me, and boy did she surprise me. The officer looked briefly looked at me before handing Cato his license back. Just be careful next time kid. And with that, the officer walked back to his car. Cato shrugged at me and continued driving.
I couldn't concentrate on his gig that night since my head contemplated one single word ever since we left the cop scene. Girlfriend. It rang in head like an annoying alarm that doesn't seem to shut up. I've never been anyone's girlfriend and I thought this thing with Cato only for the physical benefit of it all. But three months of messing around and a couple of road trips does seem like a very couple-like thing to do. But then again maybe he was only trying to get out of a ticket, come on Kat, don't fool yourself. Nobody would ever want you like that. I shut my other wandering thoughts surrounding that one single word and attempted to enjoy the rest of the night as much as possible.
