No.
No!!!!
I buck forward, pushing Sarah off my dick. Her mouth sliding off creates a sloppy, wet vacuum sound.
“What the hell. What’s wrong?” Sarah says as I grab my dick as tight as I can, using my right hand to pull the base of my balls down.
“No, no, no… oh my God, oh my fucking God, no, please,” I groan, eyes still shut, lower back still pressed against the wall as I double over. Lifting my right knee up, trying to squeeze tighter, I bite my bottom lip, my entire form quivering under the sheer strain of trying to stave off an orgasm that feels like it already half-happened.
My cock is throbbing, but nothing feels like it’s coming out.
I can’t tell if the wetness on my hand is from me or from Sarah’s saliva.
Opening my eyes gingerly, afraid to see the outcome, I realize I didn’t come.
A ragged exhale leaves me, mixed with a relieved chuckle. Sarah just stares at me, confused.
Blinking fast, I glance toward the window, then, still feeling the pain and pressure of how badly I need to release, I walk, still doubled over and still holding myself, toward her coffee table where she keeps tissues. I take one out to clean myself.
“Lincoln what the hell is going on? Are you edging or something?”
“It’s… I’m sorry, I can’t do this with you.”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” Sarah chuckles in annoyance. “Are you trying to stay faithful to your ex-wife? Did she tell you you're not allowed to have sex with me? Because as far as I know you guys are in a thing right? Or am I missing something.”
“I just can’t, okay,” I blurt out, not wanting to have this discussion.
“Okay sure,” she smiles, then walks in front of me.
I didn’t realize I was staring at the ground until I see her bare feet with those painted toenails appear in front of me. My eyes trail up, and she’s taken off all of her clothes.
Now she’s bare-assed and bare-breasted in front of me. Her pussy is freshly shaved, the lips red and swollen.
I just stare for a minute, my erection begging for mercy. Biting my lip, my eyes flutter after drifting skyward in a haze of agonizing arousal.
I need to leave.
Now.
If I don’t leave, this is going to be a problem.
Sarah gives me that mischievous smile, and when she reaches out with her hand to grab my cock, I stumble backward, almost tripping over myself.
She releases a laugh of shock. “Lincolnseriously. Haha, what the hell iswrongwith you.”
“I gotta go,” I say, even though it’s the last thing I want to do, and I book it out of her apartment, taking the stairs.
Getting into my car, I throw it into reverse and almost slam into someone trying to pull into a parking spot.
“Sorry!” I yell, even though they can’t hear me with all my windows rolled up. Then I take off, my tires screeching.
When I reach home, I park in the driveway and just sit there. The guilt feels like walking a plank over a ship to my doom.
Walking into the house, I’m hit with an overwhelming desire to tell Gabby what happened. Yes, we’re technically not together anymore and she’s no longer my wife, but it’s killing me inside, and the truth is, even though I don’tneedto tell her… Iwantto tell her.
Because I want to be accountable to her. And more than anything, especially since I already lost her, I want her to trust me.
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