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“Wow, you’re really excited about a blow job, eh?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m always excited about your mouth on my cock.”
Violet takes another bite of her bagel, oblivious to my hint. Or maybe ignoring it. So I try to be more obvious. I pull down the waistband so my erection pops out, the cool air making my balls tighten.
Violet glances down. “What’re you doing?”
“You said you felt bad. I’m making it easier to alleviate your guilty conscience.”
“Using more than one fifty-cent word in a sentence isn’t going to get you road head.”
I stroke the back of her neck. “You’ve given me road head before.”
“Yeah, but that was in the summer, and we were on back roads, not in the middle of the city.” She gestures to the traffic around us, which is filling in quickly as we head into the Loop.
“The windows are tinted. No one can see.”
“The roads are slick. I don’t want your attention divided between me bobbing on your dick and driving. This isn’t Canada, Alex. Not everyone here believes in snow tires. I need you focused on our safety, not how warm and wet my mouth is, or how far I can get your dick down my throat.”
“Just for a minute?” I’m pretty much begging at this point, but she’s so descriptive, I can imagine how good it will feel.
“I can’t go into work with blow-job lips.” She shoves the last of her bagel in her mouth, pushing it to the side so one of her cheeks puffs out, reminding me exactly what she looks like when she’s doing what we’re talking about, minus the chewing.
“Blow-job lips?”
She swallows, then swipes the back of her hand across her mouth to get rid of the crumbs. “You know, when they’re all swollen and flushed, like I’ve been licking them too much. Charlene will notice.”
“Why would it matter if Charlene notices?” He’s still exposed, hanging out, all lonely like, so I grab on to him and give him a stroke, drawing Violet’s attention there.
“Jimmy and Dean will notice, too.”
Those guys work in Violet’s department. The four of them work on a lot of projects together. I’d be more concerned about how much time she spends with them, except Violet once kindly informed me that they’re much more attracted to me than they are to her.
“You could touch it instead.” I cringe at my pleading tone.
I earn more than eight million dollars a year. I’m team captain and center. I have the second-best scoring stats in the league. My cock is huge. I’m nice to look at, and I’m in great physical condition. I shouldn’t have to beg my fiancée to touch my dick; she should want to ride it every minute of every day—in my fantasies anyway. In reality, I know that’s not how life works.
“I don’t think a handy is a good idea, either. Still too distracting. Besides, we’re already here.” She gestures to her work, which I almost drive past. Instead I double park and piss off the cars behind me.
“I’ll see you tonight.” She leans over and kisses me, then lowers her head and plants one on the head of my poor, throbbing cock. “I’ll suck you later.”
Popping back up without so much as a lick or a stroke, she smiles brightly. “Thanks for driving me in! I better get out before someone goes ballistic behind us.” Honking follows, so she opens the door. “I love you!”
A cold gust of wind forces me to tuck my hard-on back in to my sweats. “No problem. See you—”
She slams the door and runs into the building, leaving me and my raging blue balls alone. Another horn blasts behind me, so I take my foot off the brake and move along. I keep one hand on the wheel and the other holding my handle all the way home.
As soon as I’m inside, I rub one out, leaning against the side door. I manage to make it to the laundry room, where I come in the sink. The ache in my balls makes it less enjoyable than it should be. Also, Violet’s hands are much softer than mine, which is a huge factor in how good it feels.
After I’m done sorting out my issues, I call Darren to see if he wants to hit the gym early. We have a training session early this afternoon, but my right shoulder’s been acting up on and off for the past couple of months, and I want to do some additional exercises to work out the kinks. Also, I need a release for all the energy I’d hoped to burn today with Violet.
Darren’s all for it, probably because we’re in the same boat today: women at work and us at home. I change into my gym gear, pack my duffle with extra clothes, and pick him up. He tosses his bag in the back and slides in next to me.
