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I was roused by the faint honk of a car horn. Half-asleep, I stirred. Wanting to sleep just a bit longer, I reached out to wrap my arm around Ainsley and pull her warm body snugly against mine. But instead of snuggling her, I grasped and pawed at the empty air.
More awake now, I opened my eyes and grumbled with disappointment.
She’s gone.
And I’d slept the whole night on the couch. I had the stiff back to prove it.
Not good,I thought, making a mental note to get some extra stretching in before the game tonight.
I sat up and blotted at the thin sheen of sweat from my face. I looked around the living room, hoping to find some clue Ainsley left behind. A note scrawled on a napkin, with her number and a promise to meet up again soon, maybe? A forgotten piece of clothing or jewelry that she couldn’t live without and would have to come back for, so we could finish what we started?
But no—nothing. The only sign she was even here at all was the imprint on the leather couch cushion of her lithe figure, curled up where I’d spooned her all night.
I sighed, feeling strangely empty.
Honestly, though, I wasn’t sure why I cared. I wasn’t sure why some small sliver of disappointment should cut through my heart when I thought about her. Because, let’s face it, there were thousands of attractive women out there. And it was strange that I’d be disappointed over the one girl who told meno,when I had so many girls screamingyes.
But just like when a puck gets past me, I knew what I had to do: forget it and move on.
Fuck it. Whatever.
I stamped my fist into the cushion, erasing her outline.
There. Now she’s gone. For good.
I blew out a gust of air and centered myself.
Good to go.
Forgetting about Ainsley was going really well … until I stood up and let out a yelp.
Turns out shedidleave me with something, after all: an excruciating ache between the legs.
Great. Blue balls,I thought with a grumble.Maybe making out for three hours the night before a gamewasn’tsuch a great idea.
But hell, I wasn’t mad at her. Icouldn’tbe mad at her. She’d told me from the beginning I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her—I just hadn’t expected her to actually mean it.
So that’s how that feels.I couldn’t help but think of all the girls who couldn’t believe I’d meant it when I warned them that a relationship was never going to be on the table. I had to admit, it smarted. But I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate myjust deserts.I had other things on my mind—like how the hell I was supposed to perform tonight with a stiff back and a pair of swollen nuts that ached so hard, it felt like I had a pair of bowling balls hanging between my legs.
Unless, of course, I relieved myself. It was my only shot.
I began the bowlegged journey to my bedroom. With each step, my sensitive nuts rubbed together like two marbles with a painfulclang. Gasping, I made it to my bedroom and carefully took off my pants and stepped out of my boxers. I laid down in my bed, wrapped my hand around my limp cock, and closed my eyes.
No,I thought, resisting the forbidden urge.Not her. Forget about her. She’s gone.
But my normal go-tos weren’t working. No matter how much I coaxed my dick to grow, nothing happened. The pressure in my crotch was too painful for me to get aroused.
Fine,I grumbled, surrendering to the thought of the girl from last night.
The second I thought about Ainsley, I picked up a trace of her scent and it all came back—the silky-smoothness of her skin, the juicy taste of her full lips, the electric friction of her tongue sliding against mine.
My cock stirred with desire, firming in my hands in a hurry. Picturing how a night with Ainsleycould’vegone—the sights and sounds, the tastes and smells as we sucked and fucked each other on my couch—I tugged faster, harder, grunting with rising pleasure.
Thinking about her, I didn’t last long. I blew last night’s excitement and pent-up frustration all over myself, shooting thick, creamy lines up and down my abs and chest.
Damn. Huge load.
