Page 26 of Give In To Love
And yet…
Even as I thought to pull back, I slid my fingers beneath my waistband and palmed my dick with a groan, rubbing up and down in one long stroke. I threw my head to the side, relishing the jolts of electricity skittering along my oversensitive skin. It felt like I was being ignited from the inside out.
I wasn’t a habitual masturbator. It wasn’t something I did daily like I’d heard some guys did. I’d always felt weirdly self-conscious about it. Which was stupid, since it was a solo activity, so who was to ever know? But right now, at this moment, with my hand wrapped around my cock, surrounded by the lingering scent of the guy who’d slept in my bed last night, there was no stopping it.
I was a live wire ready to ignite. There would be no turning back.
Fully committed, I threw off the covers and lowered my shorts mid-way down my thighs, then took my dick in hand once again, sliding up and down in quick, jerky strokes. My movements were awkward, and without lubrication, it was rough, but it didn’t matter. Nothing short of a freight train barreling through the room could have stopped me at this point.
Frantically, I stroked faster and faster, jaw clenched while beads of sweat popped out on my temple. I whined as each jerky stroke brought me closer and closer yet not close enough until, suddenly, it was there. Cum shot up my chest, landing on my shoulder and nipple as I arched my back, the orgasm tearing through me. More cum landed on my chest and belly as I continued to stroke through it, thrashing my head from one side to the other, lost in ecstasy. My phone buzzed somewhere to my left, but I ignored it as I shot one last time. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, every coiled-tight muscle in my body released, leaving me lying in a puddle of sweat. I was limp, sated, and cum-covered.
My phone buzzed a second time, reminding me I still had an unread text, and I wiped my hand on the sheet, knowing I would have to wash the bedding anyway, before picking the phone up and swiping open to my messages.
TJ
Glad you’re feeling better!
I stared at it a moment, then laughed and laughed. I was definitely feeling “better.”
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JIMMY
Mandy
We’re coming into town today and kidnapping you. Be ready at noon
I readthe text as I was sitting in the library Saturday, trying to catch up on homework from the day of classes I’d missed earlier in the week.
What if I already have plans?
Drea
Do you?
No
Mandy
See you at noon!
I shook my head but smiled as I closed the messages app and checked the time. I figured I could spend another hour studying before heading back to shower and change for whatever they had in store.
Just after noon, I got another text letting me know they were on campus and needed to know which building I was in. It was just like Mandy to drive an hour from Lincoln to Omaha without actually knowing where to pick me up. I responded to the text, then headed downstairs to the lobby to watch for them.
They pulled up in Mandy’s old Kia a couple of minutes later, with their windows rolled down, smiling and waving like lunatics. I smiled back and trotted down the sidewalk to meet them. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed them until they were right in front of me.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked as I buckled into the backseat.
“There’s a new ramen place we thought we’d try in the Old Market.”
It was a ten-minute drive to the restaurant, which turned out to be in a small space on the edge of the trendy downtown area. We placed our order at the counter and then sat in a booth toward the back.
“So, how’ve you been?” Mandy asked as she sipped her pop.
“Good.”
They exchanged a look.
