Chapter 22

Ian

How’s it possible that she’s gone from wanting to suck my cock in the middle of the warehouse to cold indifference in a matter of twenty minutes? She couldn’t get mad at me for trying to be chivalrous… could she?

I wanted nothing more than to bend her over and take her right then. It took more restraint than I’ve ever had to have to keep myself from doing so. Prior interactions with her gave me the impression that she wasn’t the type to just throw caution to the wind and do something crazy like that.

She’s all I can think about after opening my front door, locking myself in, and setting the alarm. I grab a beer out of the fridge and sink down onto the couch, the night’s events running through my head in an attempt to figure out where the mistake occurred.

My dick is painfully hard remembering my hands on her, in her, in her. I throw my head back and groan. This woman will be the death of me. If she’s playing hard to get by acting disinterested in an attempt to keep me coming back for more, it’s working quite successfully.

I close my eyes; the image of me kissing her neck, licking her juices away comes to mind causing me to lick my lips. What I wouldn’t give to have my head between those silky thighs right now! I want to kick myself for not giving her what she was practically begging for.

I finish off my beer, throw the empty bottle in the trash, and head to my bedroom. My hard-on serves as a brutal reminder that I refused the satisfaction Lorali seemed to be willing to provide tonight. Deep down I know she’s not the type of girl that would be ok with what she was offering tonight. She may have said she wanted it then but she might regret it in hindsight. I didn’t want her to regret me.

I strip out of my clothes and head for the shower. Tonight has been a fine example of torture and sexual deprivation. I turn on the water and head to the sink to brush my teeth and remove my Omega while the water warms.

Once the room is filling with steam, I step in and get under the spray. I know even a cold shower is not going to do any good for this ever present erection; only one thing will alleviate this ridiculous amount of tension.

I soap and wash my entire body, ignoring the unavoidable problem. Once I’m satisfied that my body and hair are clean I can’t help but stare down at my cock. It twitches, like it knows what’s coming and it’s filled with anticipation. I sigh, knowing I can’t put it off any longer. I don’t even want to.

I conjure an image of Lorali and pray I get more satisfaction tonight with the new images I have in my head from our erotic interactions this evening. I slide my hand down my stomach, my muscles trembling under my touch, knowing this is no ordinary wash and rinse cycle. I wrap my hand tentatively around my stiff cock; the stroke just a whisper of a touch.

The tease of a touch makes me tremble and I reach out with my other hand to steady myself on the wall of the shower. I cease the tender stroking of my cock and run my hand down and cup my balls. They’re heavy and tight, ready for a release.

I squirt out a handful of conditioner and can’t help but register the change in my breathing as I start to stroke my cock in earnest, my mind turning my hand into Lorali’s hot mouth.

She teases the thick head with her tongue before taking the entire length in on one long, hard suck. Her hands are resting on her thighs, giving me all the power and the ability to take it in any direction I please. For the moment, I stand stock still, forcing her to move her head and mouth around my cock. The insistent teasing on just the head of my cock forces me into action. I thrust my hips forward, slamming the full length into her mouth. She pulls her head back to give herself more room.

I look down at her and find her staring up at me. I shake my head back and forth in an attempt to inform her that she’s not in control; she nods her understanding and smirks around my cock. I slowly raise my hand and fist her hair and notice the shift in her thighs at my act of domination.

I use my grip in her hair to control her movements along my cock. I could use this opportunity to fuck her mouth, but the suction she has around my dick is pure heaven and causes me to close my eyes and throw my head back. I can’t take much more of this before I come down her throat.

Rather than pull her off me by her hair, I hold her steady and shift my hips back slowly. The sight of her mouth releasing me is almost enough to send me over the edge. Don’t get me wrong, her hot mouth is amazing, but not how I see this ending.

I give her hair a gentle tug and she interprets my meaning perfectly, and begins to rise from her knees. Once she’s standing fully I release her hair and turn her around. I align my body behinds hers, one hand automatically gravitating to her breast and the other to the juncture of her thighs.

A gasp leaves her lips and her heads rolls on my shoulder when my fingers run through her slick folds. She grinds herself on my hand when I twist her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Please, Ian!” She begs, her body trembling against mine. “Fuck me!”

Since she asked so nicely, I waste no time and bend her over, forcing her to place her hands on the tiled bench in the corner of the shower. The look on her face when she glances over her shoulder at me, tells me what she wants: fast and hard. Good thing, I think, because that’s all I can manage right now.

I slide my fingers through her folds and slip two fingers inside, testing her readiness: hot and slick…perfection. A second later I’m lined up and slam inside her, my hands gripping her hips is the only thing keeping her from crashing into the wall.

“FUCK!” She gasps at my invasion.

Her greedy cunt is clutching my cock, begging for more, and I’ve every intention of giving her all that I have, but the incredible blow job she gave me guarantees I won’t last long. I slide one hand from its grip on her hip and slink it around, my fingers looking for her clit.

I know I’ve hit pay dirt when I hear her ragged intake of breath at my contact. I shift my fingers back and forth aggressively while continuing the long, deep strokes in her. I lay over her, trailing kisses and licking her back.

“I need you to come, Lorali,” I pant in her ear and then bite her shoulder.

Her pussy contracts in one long hard squeeze. “Ian!” she screams as the convulsing continues around my cock.

I stand upright, regain my grip on her hips, and start pounding into her as hard as I can. I can feel myself thicken seconds before I explode inside of her. “FUCK! Lorali!” My strokes slow as the pulsing continue.

The crash post orgasm is quick. I slide down to the shower floor and take Lorali with me.

I open my eyes and shudder when my hand slides over the head of my dick. I release it immediately, the sensation too intense after such an explosive release. I can’t help but smile. Best. Handjob. Ever.