Page 42 of Don't Make Me Beg
I feel a wave of relief washing over me at the added sound buffer and finally let myself let out a full breath. But my relief is short-lived. The distinct sound of a zipper being undone has my eyes flying open, and when I snap my gaze up, suddenly, there’s a whole new fear before me.
Oh no. Oh no. Please don’t… Please stop…
“But… I didn’t order a pizza,” I hear a woman’s breathless voice say.
“I’m afraid you’re mistaken. Says right here, you called and ordered a ten-inch personal pan… extra meat.” A male voice responds… and if I thought I was anxious before, the speed at which my pulse is racing now feels like it could trigger an earthquake.
There’s nothing funny about the predicament I’ve found myself in, so I don’t know why I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
I hear the chime of his belt buckle as he loosens it, and when he pulls himself free, I nearly choke on my own saliva.
Holy shit.
Slapping a palm over my mouth, I hold my breath to keep myself from coughing as I squirm around to get a better view. I’ve never had an interest in watching porn before now, never really given it a second thought, so why exactly am I having such a hard time looking away?
I know I shouldn’t be watching this, that this is a complete invasion of his privacy, but I can’t help myself. I’ve never seen a man pleasure himself, especially when he thinks he’s alone. I feellike I’m getting a top-secret glimpse into the male psyche. Not to mention, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Luka takes a bottle from his desk drawer, squirting the lotion in his palm. He lets out a hiss as his head falls back against his chair and he begins working himself in slow, steady strokes.
My hand falls from my mouth as I watch in wonderment, and I have to clench my thighs together to ease the tension growing between my legs.
The moans of the woman on the screen fill the otherwise silent air, but I can’t take my eyes off Luka. He slouches in his seat, his legs parted as he fists himself with raw, carnal abandon. I feel my panties growing wetter by the second, and despite knowing this is entirely inappropriate and an invasion of his privacy, I can’t make myself look away.
Maybe you like it because it’s wrong?
I suppose it’s not out of the realm of possibility. I guess I won’t know the things that turn me on if I never expose myself to them. I never had the forethought to seek it out before. I never knew my body was capable of feeling thisalive.
I watch in fascination as his forearm flexes as he pumps his thick cock in long, slow strokes, squeezing as he gets to the top. My eyes zero in on the bead of pre cum that glistens at his tip. I absently wet my lips as he rubs his thumb over it before dragging it back down over his shaft and using it as extra lube.
And for some reason, my mouth begins to water from the sight of it.
Truth be told, I’ve never really understood the appeal of giving a blowjob. I always found the act to be gross and degrading. Naively, I guess I thought it was a universal experience. Which is probably why I’ve never found it particularly tempting.
But this… Watching Luka, the way he strokes himself so brazenly, seeing the muscles and veins in his forearms rippleand twitch as he loses himself to his carnal desires… This is a level of need I’ve never known.
I feel my cheeks flame with a mixture of embarrassment and raw desire as my heart thrashes violently in my chest.
I’m amazed at his dexterity as he uses his left hand to unbutton his shirt, all while maintaining a steady rhythm of strokes. The soft glow of his computer monitor highlights the grooves of his chiseled abs as they flex tighter with his growing release.
I’m on the edge of my seat—or the floor, actually—as I take in every single detail. Perspiration beads on the back of my neck, and I have to fan myself because… Wow... This man deserves an award for this solo performance.
I can’t help but wonder, if he’s this attentive to himself, what would it be like to be with him?
Without even realizing what I’m doing, my hand moves beneath the hem of my shorts, as if it has a mind of its own. I’ve only done this a couple of times; I’ve never had much time alone to explore, but somehow my body knows what to do. I close my eyes as my fingers slide over my swollen clit, slick with arousal, as a rush of pleasure courses through me.
Oh my… It’s so sensitive. Biting my lip, I suck in a shaky breath as I watch Luka’s strokes become more frantic. His breaths are choppy and strained, the veins in his forearm more visible now as he chases his impending release.
I close my eyes, imagining it’s his fingers that are touching me as I rub circles over my aching clit, my thighs parting a little more to give myself better access.
The thought of how wrong this is weaves its way through my mind, the ever-present voice of reason reminding me of the rules I’m expected to play by, of the type of woman I’ve been taught I should embody. I try to push it away, try to fight off the incessant nagging, but my thoughts are too jumbled. My desireand rational thoughts tangle together, quickly forming a knot I’ll never be able to untie, and I find the searing hot pleasure begin to slowly fizzle out. Just like it always does.
I can’t help but feel disappointed as I pull my hand from my shorts. I sigh a frustrated huff as Luka’s heavy breathing and desperate grunts grow louder.
“Oh fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth as his body buckles forward. And just when I think it’s about to be over, he slows his rhythm again, his jaw ticking from the restraint. He sucks a breath through his nose as he closes his eyes, his head resting against his desk chair as the sounds of desperate fucking on his computer fills the silence.
The sight of him drawing his pleasure out, has my conscience walking a tight rope, balancing between the good girl I’ve always been taught I should be, and all the secret desires I’ve kept hidden in the shadows. Falling is inevitable, so which side will I lean?
The pulsing arousal growing between my legs returns, and I squeeze my thighs, trying to distract myself from the desperate ache.
