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Chapter 5
Looking as sharp as I could in this funky animal-cop uniform, I was sitting on my couch, getting ready to do the one thing that absolutely needed to happen before heading out to meet Mila at the clinic: jerking off.
But first, I read over the messages that we’d sent back and forth over the last few days. Our nonstop chat was filled with laughter and pictures of our daily lives. It was the most fun I’d ever had talking to someone, even if it was through text. Somehow, this woman managed to turn even the most boring pictures into an interesting conversation. There was the one of her pretending she’d fallen asleep in class, a book titledThe A – Z of Pharmacyin front of her. We joked back and forth and then ended up chatting about how antibiotics were invented from mold thanks to a messy scientist who didn’t wash his dishes.
I’d sent a picture back of Thor staring like a psycho into a corner of my living room.I think he sees demons, I’d said. It seemed like there was nothing that this woman and I couldn’t talk about.
Somehow, I managed to keep our interactions PG-13, despite a few texts that could have been interpreted a little flirtatious on her end, like the one about her prick classmate:
OMG. This dude just asked me out in the most ridiculous way. He said we could get hammered together with free drink coupons at a bar around the corner.
I wanted to call her and ask where she was so I could drive over there and beat his little prepubescent ass up, but then she distracted me with the next text.
But he ain’t no animal cop, so I said no thanks. Hahaha
The untamed animal inside me wanted to text something back likeGood girl. Let a real man make you come against his soft tongue when he licks your swollen heat. A grown man like me.
But I didn’t. I was on the job and not some out-of-control pervert. I texted:
Ain’tNo animal cop? So you mean the little douche wasn’t covered in cat hair?
What I texted and what happened inside my head and behind closed doors in my apartment were two completely different things. I hadn’t jerked off this much since college. She was always on my mind. One look at the picture of her in that bikini, and I’d get rock hard. Just like I was right now. Hard as steel.
It was 9:30 p.m., only minutes to our first meeting in person at the clinic—a meeting between just the two of us. There was no way in hell I could go there without rubbing one out beforehand.
Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes and took my stiff cock out of my pants. The picture of her in that ridiculously hot bikini flashed in front of me. I fantasized about her sucking the pre-cum off the tip of my fat dick as if it were honey. Whispering her name, I started stroking my shaft from base to tip as my hips moved in a back-and-forth motion. Rubbing it harder and faster, I focused on the image of her breasts again until I was pushed over the edge. There was an explosion of pleasure as my cum ran down my cock and into my other hand. It was the fifth time I had cranked one out today. A moan of relief escaping my lips, I wiped myself clean with a tissue and prayed that this would do the trick. I had to keep it professional, no matter how much that little devil on my shoulder tried to convince me to just claim her like a wild animal.
I rose and checked myself out in the mirror. My uniform was clean and cat-hair-free. I was clean-shaven and smelled of soap and leather. My eyes briefly glanced at my gun on the table, then back at my image in my mirror. I didn’t need a gun for this fight. This was a battle in my head and pants.
You can do this, Noah. You’ve survived two stabbings and a gunshot wound. And that crazy owl in the subway station.
“You can do this,” I said to myself before grabbing my keys and heading out the door.
