wasn’t strong enough to give her up. He wanted her to know just how valuable she was, and determined to treat her like the most priceless of treasures for as long as they were together.
Being realistic, he wouldn’t allow himself to think they had a future together, that she’d want to be with him for eternity. But he knew he’d treasure her for as long as she allowed him to.
Walking through the club, Duncan went upstairs, sighing. As hard as his cock was after making out with Melissa half the night, he knew he’d have to do something before he went to sleep.
Entering the small windowless room he’d insisted on taking for his own, Duncan stripped and entered the bathroom. With warm water flowing all around him, he closed his eyes, conjuring her image. Remembering how she felt pressed against him, he groaned.
Closing his hand around his cock, he used every ounce of his imagination to change it into Mel’s hand. To melt away the familiar calluses until all he felt was her smooth, delicate, sinfully soft palm caressing his flesh.
Her hand moved slowly up and down his length, pausing to trace the lines and curve of its head. He could just imagine her short fingernail tracing circles around the tip of his cock, each circle growing smaller and smaller until she reached the center and the precome that had leaked out just for her.
Being the inquisitive woman that she was, he knew she would lean over slightly for a closer look. Would she lean over and taste the clear liquid waiting there for her? Would she slide her finger over top of it and rub it into his cock? Anticipation driving him crazy, he relished the trip as he awaited her next move.
Surprising him, Melissa looked up into his face as she slowly dragged the tip of her tongue across the top, scooping it up and tasting him. Her hand moved to the base of his erection before she released him. Using only one finger she lightly scraped her nail over his balls, swirling around them slowly.
Despite the fact that he felt ready to explode at her simple ministrations, he fought to maintain control. He wanted to enjoy her touch for as long as he could. Stopping her hand with his own for just a moment while he struggled with his body’s desire to come, he released her when the urge had weakened slightly.
A twinkle in her eye, Melissa glanced at him and began to move her hand slowly. The smile curving her lips told him that she knew what effect she was having on his body, and that she enjoyed it. A groan escaped him when she squeezed him just-so right beneath the head of his cock.
Her pace increased little by little. Growing bolder, she continued stroking him with one hand as the other joined in. Her previously free hand cupped his balls first, her short nails lightly scratching against his flesh until he was growling with pleasure. Beneath her touch, his balls grew tighter, and he knew that this time he would not be able to stop the orgasm.
Taking her hand off his balls, she moved it to the head of his cock, squeezing it gently in rhythm to her strokes. Duncan’s head fell back and he thought he was in heaven as his eyes started to roll back in his head.
Beneath the shower’s spray, his hand sped up until his orgasm ripped through his body and come was being washed down the drain.
He dried himself off and returned to the bedroom. Scooping up the phone before he lay down, Duncan called an old friend of his. When the voicemail picked up, he left a message.
“Jake, it’s Duncan. I was wondering if you’d be willing to come by the club sometime. I’ve been thinking about getting something pierced and was wondering if you’d be up for it. Give me a call back sometime. Catch you later.”
Hanging up the phone, Duncan placed it on the small table beside his bed and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Inside the deserted warehouse he was calling his temporary home, Travis fumed. That worthless slut Diane hadn’t been able to find out anything about this mystery
Being realistic, he wouldn’t allow himself to think they had a future together, that she’d want to be with him for eternity. But he knew he’d treasure her for as long as she allowed him to.
Walking through the club, Duncan went upstairs, sighing. As hard as his cock was after making out with Melissa half the night, he knew he’d have to do something before he went to sleep.
Entering the small windowless room he’d insisted on taking for his own, Duncan stripped and entered the bathroom. With warm water flowing all around him, he closed his eyes, conjuring her image. Remembering how she felt pressed against him, he groaned.
Closing his hand around his cock, he used every ounce of his imagination to change it into Mel’s hand. To melt away the familiar calluses until all he felt was her smooth, delicate, sinfully soft palm caressing his flesh.
Her hand moved slowly up and down his length, pausing to trace the lines and curve of its head. He could just imagine her short fingernail tracing circles around the tip of his cock, each circle growing smaller and smaller until she reached the center and the precome that had leaked out just for her.
Being the inquisitive woman that she was, he knew she would lean over slightly for a closer look. Would she lean over and taste the clear liquid waiting there for her? Would she slide her finger over top of it and rub it into his cock? Anticipation driving him crazy, he relished the trip as he awaited her next move.
Surprising him, Melissa looked up into his face as she slowly dragged the tip of her tongue across the top, scooping it up and tasting him. Her hand moved to the base of his erection before she released him. Using only one finger she lightly scraped her nail over his balls, swirling around them slowly.
Despite the fact that he felt ready to explode at her simple ministrations, he fought to maintain control. He wanted to enjoy her touch for as long as he could. Stopping her hand with his own for just a moment while he struggled with his body’s desire to come, he released her when the urge had weakened slightly.
A twinkle in her eye, Melissa glanced at him and began to move her hand slowly. The smile curving her lips told him that she knew what effect she was having on his body, and that she enjoyed it. A groan escaped him when she squeezed him just-so right beneath the head of his cock.
Her pace increased little by little. Growing bolder, she continued stroking him with one hand as the other joined in. Her previously free hand cupped his balls first, her short nails lightly scratching against his flesh until he was growling with pleasure. Beneath her touch, his balls grew tighter, and he knew that this time he would not be able to stop the orgasm.
Taking her hand off his balls, she moved it to the head of his cock, squeezing it gently in rhythm to her strokes. Duncan’s head fell back and he thought he was in heaven as his eyes started to roll back in his head.
Beneath the shower’s spray, his hand sped up until his orgasm ripped through his body and come was being washed down the drain.
He dried himself off and returned to the bedroom. Scooping up the phone before he lay down, Duncan called an old friend of his. When the voicemail picked up, he left a message.
“Jake, it’s Duncan. I was wondering if you’d be willing to come by the club sometime. I’ve been thinking about getting something pierced and was wondering if you’d be up for it. Give me a call back sometime. Catch you later.”
Hanging up the phone, Duncan placed it on the small table beside his bed and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Inside the deserted warehouse he was calling his temporary home, Travis fumed. That worthless slut Diane hadn’t been able to find out anything about this mystery
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