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I never been the kind to relax. To be honest, I didn’t think I even knew how to. The closest I could get to relaxation was a glass of whiskey and a blowjob. That actually sounded like a plan for the night.
Since I was already in my chair sipping from the glass, all I needed was that second part. And she just walked through the door.
‘Hello, Brax.’ Shelly, the waitress I called for was entering the room like she came straight from the catwalk, swinging her ass like she was in fucking Milan.
Despite her doing her best to impress, she was actually succeeding the exact opposite. The harder she tried the more tense I got, and that continued with the sway of her hips as she was finding a place on my lap.
‘I have a headache,’ I was giving her a hint to keep her mouth shut and do herjob.
At least she got that much, because the rest was quickly escalating into a disaster. I wasn’t sure if it was because of me of her. I couldn’t remember if she did something different in the past, but right then and there, thesensualhands slipping inside my jacket seemed to be roughing the material, grazing my abdomen. Same for the legs climbing to wrap around my waist, nudging my ribs in the process.
Maybe I was too vexed that day, but the pleasure I was waiting for was turning into pure frustration.
Her lips fell on my neck. That actually felt nice — for a fucking second before a moan reached my ears. I didn’t like its intonation. I knew that it wasn’t some kind of talent show, but it sounded fake, like too much too soon. She was confusing pleasing me with the actual pleasure, and that was making me crave for her even less.
I wasn’t one of the extra jobs she probably takes home after work. She might have been most men’s idea of a dream, but for me, she was turning into a burden.
And I was never the type to hold back my thoughts, ‘Get down from me. I don’t like it.’
‘What’s wrong? From what I recall, you loved it last time.’ She seemed confused by my request, but at least she followed it immediately.
Was she right? Did I love it last time?I couldn’t remember, yet I certainly didn’t recall hating it. She was right...What the hell was wrong with me?
‘I’m just fucking stressed.’. Or just fucking paranoid… but I couldn’t say something like that to her. I was like a fine brand. No manufacturing defects allowed.
‘Shelly is going to take care of you, don’t worry.’ She curved her lips into a seductive smile, slowly getting down on her knees.
Who the fuck speaks of themselves on the third person?
I tried to dismiss the thought. I was going to get some head. That should have been relaxing enough to make me loosen up. Or at least that was what I was wishing for, because the reality was completely different.
Her hands fell to my knees, just to work their way up my legs and straight to my length.
The gesture seemed rushed. Like she was way too eager to have me. It should have been a turn-on. A beautiful woman wanting me. But it seemed to have exactly the opposite effect on my body.
The more that she was trying, the less I wanted her. Every single one of her motions seemed to bother me, culminating in nearly reaching my boiling point.
My hand wrapped itself in her hair so roughly that tears were springing from the corners of her eyes. I wanted her to fear me. I wanted her to show a little mystery, maybe a trembling lip, anything except for that lecherous gaze in her eyes.
Or maybe I didn’t want her at all.
Okay, I had to admit that whatever was happening was starting to worry me. I needed to do something about this new level of madness that was clouding my reasoning.
Forcing myself to want her, I brought her head away from my crotch and began unbuckling my belt. My hand was still tightly secured in her hair, waiting for her to make the slightest grimace. Instead, she parted her lips, eager to receive me inside her mouth.
‘Jesus, you’re such a slut,’ I couldn’t hold back my words as I was realizing I didn’t want her because she was in too much of a hurry to open her legs — or her mouth in this case. She wasn’t saying no to anything, and that made things dull. Nothing exciting in having sex with her as she had nothing more to offer than any other woman that crossed my doorline.
Still, I wasn’t going to give up on blowing off some steam. I was determined to find my release, especially since I noticed the tears dropping on her cheeks had multiplied.
Oh, I must have offended her. Not that I cared. In fact, her tears were arousing me, helping to get back to a moreeagerstate of mind.
I was just freeing myself from my boxers, ready to drive her head towards my length when my phone lit up.
The broad you took on the trip is here.
The text was from Erik. I knew who he was talking about, and it sounded too good to be true.
Send her in.
