I reach for my cock and take it out. “Yes,” is all I can grunt out as she reaches out and takes me in her hand.
I hiss when her skin meets my engorged flesh, and my breathing picks up. I look down as her head moves closer to me; all I can see is the back of her blond hair. As soon as her soft wet lips meet the head of my cock I gasp, the moist heat of her mouth making my thoughts scatter.
“Take it all,” I growl, curling my fingers into her hair and pushing myself deeper into her throat.
She murmurs something around my cock, but all I feel is the vibration in her throat that sends me close to my undoing. I thrust in and out, fucking her mouth and relishing how it feels around me. I hear her gag and can see saliva dripping out of the corner of her mouth, but that doesn’t deter me from the easy forceful way she allows me to pump in and out. I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Liv’s face is there as soon as blackness falls across my eyelids. Liv’s mouth is on my cock. It’s her that’s circling my head with her tongue. When I feel the tightening of my balls and the tingling at the base of my spine, letting me know that I am starting to come, I hear a ping of my cell phone. I ignore it, fist her hair tighter, and continue.
“I’m coming,” I moan, giving her no time to pull back and shoot my load down the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow. I watch her as she cleans me, licking up every drop of my release. I reach over her, take the drop running down her chin, and coat her lips with it. She licks her lips afterward as if savoring the taste of my cum.
She returns to the couch, and I turn away to get my phone. My body is relaxed, and as I look over my shoulder, I see an over-eager Tatiana waiting to be fucked in her crotchless teddy. I grab my phone from the floor and flip to my messages. The breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as I see a name I didn’t plan to see—Liv. I quickly pull up my boxers and fumble with shaky fingers to click the message open.
“Come back, Dax. I need you,” I hear Tatiana beg, but her voice is barely audible over the beating of my heart in my ears.
I opened the message and read her response.
I am always thinking of you.
I freeze. A million thoughts cross my brain. Is she thinking of me?Should I respond? What should I say?A whimper behind me makes me turn my head, and I stumble back and look at Tatiana. She must see the shock on my face because she stands up and walks over.
“Is something wrong?” she asks, but I put my hand up to stop her.
“No. Nothing is wrong. It’s nothing,” I say as I walk to get my pants and begin pulling them back on.
“You look like you've seen a ghost. I can take your mind off it,” she says while trailing a finger up my arm. I shake her off and tuck in my shirt.
Her lust-filled eyes immediately darken, and suspicion crosses her face. She looks confused and hurt but isn’t sure what to make of the situation. If she only knew how I felt about hearing back from Liv. Liv, the ghost of my not-too-distant past, present, and hopefully future. I button up my jeans and look at her.
“I should…I should probably get going,” I managed to get out.
She takes a step toward me now with apparent anger on her face, quickly replacing her concern. “You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.”
I can’t even look at her. “No, I have to go.”
“Does this have anything to do with the text you just got?” She throws her shoulders back and crosses her arms across her chest, clearly annoyed. Her head tilts as she sees the guilt in my eyes. I have no idea how to respond, and my brain can’t think of a reasonable thing to say.
Ultimately, I go for honesty and just reply, “Yes.” A one-word answer without further explanations.
“That’s it?! That's all you have to say?” her voice rising in octaves. “You aren’t even going to explain?” I go to the door and grab my wallet and keys from the floor. “I’m sorry. Maybe we can talk later, but I have to go now.”
I feel the door slam at my back before I even make it to the first step. I know that was a total dick move to make, but my head isn’t in the right place right now. What the hell did Liv mean by that? I have been given the biggest head fuck of my life. No response from her at all, and then, BAM, she hits me with that. My head wants to be frustrated, but I feel like my heart is dangling on a string, and Liv is holding the other end. My history with women is by no means a secret. I’m a good-looking guy and a surgeon at that. I get fucked on the regular, but I’ve never had a connection with any woman as I did with Liv. She has a hold on me; I just can’t explain. I get into my car and pull away, throwing music on the radio to help calm my thoughts. I need to get home and take a cold shower. I’ll also need to apologize to Tatiana at some point, but not tonight. I’ll let her cool off. We have to work together; unfortunately, that is one of the hassles of shitting where you eat. It was unavoidable. I’ll have to see her tomorrow at some point. Tatiana is by no means exclusive with me. I’ve dated other girls, and she knows that.
Does she date other guys?I wonder. Throwing that hypothetical situation in my mind, I think of how I would feel if another guy put his dick in Tatiana. My immediate reaction…I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t be jealous at all. I never staked a claim to her or said we were exclusive. We had never even discussed a relationship before. I always figured it was just casual sex between two consenting adults. She must feel that way, too, right? A nagging feeling in my gut tells me she probably doesn’t.
“What the hell did I get myself into?” I mutter as I pull onto the highway and head for home.
My mind drifts back to Liv, and I think of her being with someone else, and my blood boils. Immediate fury and panic set in, and I clenched and unclenched my fists on the steering wheel as I drove. I try to get that thought out of my head. I feel like throwing up when I think of her sucking another guy off, and a murderous rage rushes through me. What the actual fuck is this about? Why has this girl got me in such a head spin? I have a gorgeous woman throwing herself at me who gives a decent blow job, and I leave a guaranteed fuck because of a few words responded back from a text message. I hit the steering wheel with a pounding smack.
“Dammit.” I need to go home and clear my head of this girl.
I finally reach my apartment, throw the car in park in the garage parking, and head inside. Throwing my keys on the foyer table, I head to the decanter and pour myself two fingers of whiskey. I swallow them back in one go and set the glass back on the table.
I head to my bedroom and begin to undress as I head to the bathroom. I can smell Tatiana’s perfume lingering on my clothes, and I need to get rid of that fast. It’s nauseatingly floral, and I need to rid myself of it before it makes me sick. I would generally like the smell of my conquests on me for the night, but now the scent is suffocating. I toss the clothes in the hamper and throw the water on in the shower. The steam and mist settle around me as I stare at myself in the mirror.
“Get a hold of yourself,” I say to the somber person looking back at me.
Stepping into the water, I let the water hit me in the face and rain down over my body. The pulsing spray is soothing, and I begin to feel more awake and a little more like myself. I adjust the showerhead to a different massage setting and let it hit my body. Thoughts of Liv go through my mind, and I remember sitting next to her on the beach. Her hair flowed in the breeze, and we talked for hours. We held hands like teenagers, and I soaked up every minute we were close to each other. I looked at her as if I just couldn’t get enough. Those images go through my mind as I start to stroke my cock. I soap up, allowing my hands to rub smoothly from base to head. It’s slippery and warm, and I imagine I’m between Liv’s legs and not alone in my shower. This isn’t the first time I have jacked off to thoughts of Liv, and it certainly won’t be the last. Even though I had shot a load in Tatiana’s mouth just an hour ago, I started to feel the tingling in my spine and the familiar tightening of my orgasm beginning. I continue to pump harder, and my breathing becomes more ragged. I lean against the tiled shower to steady myself as the most intense orgasm rips through me, and I continue to pump through it until the last of the waves stops. I feel shredded. I stand there under the spray, trying to figure out what I should do about Liv. I just can’t seem to let her go.
ChapterEleven
