Page 12 of Under His Guard

Damn, what is it about her?

Because I have no idea. All I know is that the attraction was instant. The moment I laid eyes on her, I zeroed in and didn’t want to look away.

Imagining her ruffled black bob, her longer bangs hanging just a bit in front of her face, my dick twitches against my thigh.

It’s clearly not getting the memo that I’m supposed to be taking it easy.

I try to ignore it, watching the rest of the flick on streaming, but of course, staring at tits for two hours doesn’t exactly take my mind off the desire to see the skin hiding beneath Clara’s scrubs.

“Fuuuck.” I drag the word out, slipping my hand down to my crotch and gripping my shaft through my pants.

I need to do something about this.

Standing up, which hurts enough to almost be a buzz kill, I pad to my bedroom. I’m still wearing my stained shirt, cut up the side so that Clara could get at my injury.

The loose flaps hang around my waist, and I use one to gently pull the thing over my head. My skin still stretches a bit, which sucks, and I chuck the shirt in the bathroom trash.

Getting the jeans off is a lot easier, and I let them fall down my legs into a pile on the closet floor.

I’m good with just boxers at the moment, especially considering I’m planning some “alone time,” so I just head straight for my bed, turning off the lights.

For any normal solo session, I’d pull up the Hub on my phone, but this time…

As I lay back on my bed, stretching out long, my hand goes to my erection, and all I can do is think about Clara.

I imagine those plump lips wrapping around the head of my cock, her hand the one swirling around my shaft in quick, strong strokes.

Pleasure burns through my lower belly, going to my balls. I’m already so worked up. Every second with her driving me wild.

Rolling my hand around the head, I can feel how worked up I am, and I think of the bright green of Clara’s eyes, the way I could lace my fingers through her hair and direct her mouth to my aching erection.

She is so fucking sexy.

I pump harder, ignoring the pinch in my side as I thrust up into my fist.

In the back of my mind, I know I’ve never needed to jerk off immediately after meeting someone, that this is different, but I force myself to ignore it.

No part of me denies how badly I want her, but it’s just that. Just a potential fling.

My mind cooks up images of Clara bent over a table, naked and wet for me, and I work faster.

My release is poised right at the edge, and I roll my hand in circles over the head of my shaft as I squeeze my balls with the other hand.

Clara’s right there with me in my mind, her perfect body surrounding me and taking everything I have to give.

The image is enough, and I lose myself to the feeling of release as I picture Clara beneath me.

When I’m spent, I wipe up with a tissue, thinking I’ll be content enough to go to bed easily.

I’m wrong, of course.

My mind still swirls with images of Clara, and knowing she’ll be here tomorrow makes my dick twitch all over again.

Something else stirs behind it, though, that possessive need to keep her close, to keep her safe.

I think more alcohol is required if I’m going to sleep at all.

Chapter 5

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