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I shove my boxers down and let my cock spring free. Tilting my head back into the pillow, I close my eyes, stroking myself up and down.
I try not to cast my mind back to the way Emmerson used to like to sit on me and ride me into oblivion. That night in my car… our bodies were closer than the Holy Ghost.
We always molded together so perfectly, her pale skin to my tan. I loved seeing her on top of me. Holding on to her hips, her tits in my face.
I moan out loud. I know this isn’t a good thought wave, and nothing good can come of thinking of my ex like this, but it fucking feels good. I tug my length up and down, moving my hips rhythmically with my other arm bent over my face.
I can almost feel her soft hair brushing my skin, her pert nipples pushing into my chest as I grab a handful and suck one of her sweet buds.
I groan again as my strokes become faster and more fluid. What I would give to be inside her, even just once. The only fucking place I’ve ever felt at home.
What I would give to worship that body again..
I can see in my mind’s eye the way we were together, our skin slapping as we rode the wave of ecstasy with every thrust and every grind. I’d slide my hand down past her navel, between us to her sweet center, where I’d rub my fingers over and over again until she shattered around me. Always calling my name… always wanting more. Her cries were languid, her juices flowing into the heel of my hand. It was a sweet surrender hearing her enjoy the way I touched her, the way I could get her off so easily. It was just as intense for me as it was for her.
I could have spent the rest of my life inside her, worshiping her, loving her…
“Fuuuuck,” I moan out into the dark still air. I feel an eruption about to release all over me. My mind flicks to her luscious tits, the way I’d suck, lick, and caress them until she was pulsating all over me from the inside. Pulling me under with her sweet nectar, clenching my dick into submission until every last drop was wrung out of me.
“Oh Jesus, yes.” I start seeing stars at the onset of orgasm. I can even fucking smell her, taste her, feel her like she’s on top of me. I feel her every move, hear her every murmur, and she wants it so fucking bad. I rock harder and harder until I reach the edge and spill over into a massive out-of-body experience that can only be described as orbit. My body stiffens as I feel my hot seed lick my chest and abdomen. I’m panting, calling out incoherent words. Maybe I even say her name. I spiral on for what seems like an eternity, milking every last drop out of my body before I sag back into the pillows. .
That was freaking intense. I lie there for a few moments to adjust to being back down on earth.
I get up a moment later, trying not to mess up my new fresh sheets as I pad over to my ensuite to clean myself up. I’ve been taking care of business a lot lately, so it’s nothing new for me. What is new is picturing Emmerson while doing it.
It’s a fucking mistake, I know that much. I haven’t thought about her in that way in a really long time. I’m sure it’s just the fact I saw her for the first time, and it brought back old memories of when I had the time of my life, with the girl I adored.
That’s all it is.Nothing more. It can’t be anything more.
* * *
I call Ashton back after my run the next morning because I have two missed calls from him.
“Hey, man,” I say when he finally picks up. “Sorry, I got a bit held up this morning.”
“It’s all right, just checking up on you. Sorry I had to run last night.”
“What’s going on?” I ask him, biting into my peanut butter toast.
I’m lazing over by the window, having breakfast with the sun’s rays hitting me right on the back. It feels nice. So did waking up with yet another hard on and having to take care of that again too… while thinking of my fucking ex-girlfriend. It’s like I can’t get her out of my brain, and my body will not stop responding to it.
“You know my Dad, he’s trying to get me to help him expand the company. He thinks I’m going to want to take over one day. I mean, what part of no way doesn’t he understand?”
Ashton’s dad owns some big corporate marketing conglomerate and has been wanting to rope his son in for years to expand the company and plough some of Ashton’s earnings into it. They had a huge bust up about it last year. Their relationship has always been a bit awkward. I don’t think Ashton even gets along with him that well.
“I have no freaking clue,” I tell him. I know for sure Ashton wants nothing to do with business or living like his father does. He wants to coach some day when his hockey days are over. He’s great with kids, so I think he would make a great coach. “It’s your life, man. I keep telling you this.”
“The pressure is hard, especially from him,” he says, sounding more frustrated than usual.
“Don’t let it get to you, Ash. It’s not worth it.”
“How did things go after I left? Did you see Emmerson?”
Ah, yes. He knows about that, of course.
“Yeah, they came back to the players’ lounge for a drink. I spontaneously invited her, so you see, I can be civil and perfectly normal to my ex.”
He scoffs. “That must’ve been weird.”
