My jaw tightened. I finished my drink.
“Talking with a professional can help you deal with all this. It’s like wellness for the mind.”
“It’s bad enough that I’m seen as incompetent. I don’t need the town wondering if I’m weak in the head as well.”
“Come on, Nick. You’re a doctor. You know better than to dismiss therapy.”
“I don’t need it.”
She reached out, putting her hand on my cheek. “I’m worried about you.” Her touch was like a balm, and my head tilted to sink into it.
“I just need a break. To have a moment when it’s not weighing on me.”
“Talking can help.”
“No, talking is bringing it all up. I want to forget. You made me forget before.”
She looked at me for a minute, but I couldn’t read her expression. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine. A new rush of sensation flooded through me. It was a welcome change from guilt. I reached to pull her against me, but she eased back.
“I’m not a sex therapist. You can’t use sex to hide from your problems.”
Why did she kiss me then? My dick was hard and needy in my pants. She did that, and now she was backing off. Fuck it. I didn’t need her.
I shrugged, wanting her to think I didn’t give a shit what she did. I set my glass down and stood. “Fine. I’ll take care of this myself.” I nodded down to my erection.
Her gaze latched on to the tent in my pants.
“Unless you’re willing to help?”
“I can’t. It’s against—”
“Then you’ll have to excuse me.” I considered dropping my pants and stroking myself right then and there, but thought that was a little too pervy. I strode to my room, pushing the door closed, but it didn’t shut all the way. Didn’t matter. Odds were, she was going to leave anyway.
I stripped naked, and lay on my bed, closing my eyes as I reached down and cupped my balls. It felt a little pathetic to jack off as a way to ease my pain for a moment. Or to do it because the woman I wanted didn’t want me. But I pushed that aside as I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to stroke. I took my time, not wanting to come in a rush. I wanted to think about nothing else except the erotic sensation of stroking my dick.
I heard a creak outside my door. Lifting my eyelids slightly, I saw Mia just outside my door, watching me touch myself. My dick thickened and I moaned as the idea of a voyeur heightened my pleasure.
“Ah fuck, Mia. If you’re going to watch, come watch.”
She entered the room. “Do you do this often?”
I swirled the precum on my dick’s tip around the helmet. “Since you returned to town, yes.”
Fire flashed in her eyes. “Me?”
“Touch yourself too,” I said. If I couldn’t touch her or fuck her, the next best thing would be watch her get off touching herself.
“Nick, I can’t.”
“Why not. Don’t you ever touch yourself?”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Want to know what I think about when I jerk off?” I asked, gripping my dick in my fist to slow down my ascent to pleasure.
“What?”
“Sometimes I think about you sucking my dick. Other times, I’m fucking your tits.”