Max pulled down his pants, freeing his cock so that it lay heavy against his stomach. He hesitated for a split second, then reached down. Once he came he’d be able to sleep.
Once, he told himself.Just this once.
He gripped his cock, stroking it as slowly and quietly as he could manage. A drop of pre-cum welled at the tip, slipping down to lubricate his shaft. In his mind, Julia was thirty-one and sober. They’d run into each other at a bar and she’d talked him into the ladies bathroom.Wanted you for so long Max, can’t wait anymore.Max’s stomach clenched as he thrust his hips to meet his hand. In his mind, it was Julia’s hand. She was getting him ready.Please hurry.I need it inside me.Everyone outside could hear them but she didn’t care. She pressed her hands against the bathroom door, skirt pulled up over her ass.Fuck me, Max. Make me come on your cock.
He clenched his jaw, preparing to let his load spill across his stomach, when to his left Julia turned in her sleep. Max froze, gripping his shaft. Seconds passed in agonizing slowness.
“Can’t,” Julia mumbled. “Can’t get onto it now. Tomorrow.” She turned over, slow steady breaths confirming she was still asleep. Max exhaled loudly. He’d rather cut off his dick than have Julia know he was beating off on the floor next to her, but if he didn’t come he was going to shoot in his sleep like a teenager. Gritting his teeth, Max stood, tucking his hard-on into his waistband. He walked down the shelves toward the drug room, eased the door open and stepped inside. The muggy stench of weed filled his nose and the ridiculousness of what he was doing was almost enough for him to stop. Almost. Max tugged his pants down around his thighs and leaned back against the door, knowing he wasn’t going to stop unless Satan himself rose up in a chariot of fire and yanked his hands off his dick. He spat in his right palm, slicking the saliva down his shaft and this time he jerked, tight and fast. Determined to leave Julia out of this, he pictured his go-to fantasy; the threesome he’d had at uni, two blondes stroking his dick, bickering over who would fuck him first. Effortlessly their faces became hers, hazel eyes, prick-teasing smile.Do you know how badly I want to suck your cock?
Fuck it. Max jerked harder, letting his mind go exactly where it wanted to go. Julia was on her knees in front of him, her silky hair wrapped around his hand as she took him between those plump pink lips, deep as she could.
Yeah, love that don’t you, baby?
She’d moan her agreement around his shaft, refusing to stop blowing him for a second.
Good. Now put your hand between your legs and stroke yourself for me.
He’d listen to the slick sounds of her fingers passing through her folds, her suction growing clumsy as she got closer.
Now stop, sit right on the edge, and suffer while you suck my cock.
He’d grip her hair tighter and work himself into her mouth. She’d take him deep into her throat, unaware of her expression or the noises she was making, her only intention to make him come, to earn his gratitude so he’d return the favor.
Open wide, sweetheart. Make sure you swallow it all.
“Fuck,” Max grunted, come flooding his palm. “Fuck, Julia.” The sound echoed around the room like a tiny curse.Julia, Julia, Julia.
His orgasm seemed to go on forever, jet after jet filling his hand. He kept jacking, stroking his come down his shaft until the shuddering ended. The instant it stopped Max felt like exactly what he was, a married guy in a closet, beating off. More than a little disgusted with himself, he wiped off with the tissues Julia had left on a side table and re-buttoned his pants. He crept back to bed feeling like a filthy fucking pervert and when he lay down, he was no closer to sleep than he’d been before.
The buzzing feeling in his brain was gone but he was completely unsatisfied.
Why did Julia make him feel like this? All inept and mindlessly horny? Unsure of everything he said and did. When he met Bonnie, it had been a fucking breeze. They’d kissed on their first date, fucked on their third, both said “I love you” at the same time. Relationship paint by numbers. Bonnie was everything he’d hoped to find in a woman. She was gorgeous, funny, a cop…After five months they put a deposit on a house and moved in, the process as effortless as their courtship. Or at least, he’d thought so. His sisters begged to differ.
“You’re a brainless knob,” Raffaela said. They’d been at their mother’s house for Christmas and he’d unwisely decided to tell them about the house after about four bottles of wine.
“You’ve been with Bonnie for ten minutes and you’ve bought a house?” Lisa groaned. “What are you gonna do if, sorrywhen, everything goes tits-up? Become her landlord?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he’d muttered. “I get it, you disapprove.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Of course we disapprove. Not that you give a shit.”
“We’re happy together. You know I want to get married.”
Raff almost choked on her coffee. “Whatever you do, don’tpropose.”
He scowled. “I’ll do whatever I want. Mum and Dad were engaged after six months.”
Raff threw a tea towel at him. “Mum was pregnant, you twat.”
“So? Everything worked out. Not that Bonnie’s pregnant.”
“I should bloody well hope not.”
“You’re just jealous because you and Danny haven’t screwed in three years.”
“I have a one-year-old child!”
“Yeah, and it’s not his.”