The door bursts open just as I’m about to come. I turn mid-stroke, raging hard-on standing at full attention, and pull back the curtain to see what the commotion is about.
“Hurry up Riker, we have to…” She stops mid-sentence, her words trailing off into a soft gasp of surprise. “Oh my,” she sighs, as her eyes glaze over and her jaw goes slack.
I stroke up and over, smearing the pearl of precum that is beaded at the tip of my cock. “We have to go?” I ask casually.
Her eyes shoot up to mine and a nervous laugh erupts from her lips. “Dear Lord, I thought maybe you were having a stroke in here from all the grunting you were doing.”
I laugh loudly, causing my dick to jump in my hand. “Not a stroke, but…stroking.” I look pointedly at my dick, massive and bulging, my fingers still wrapped tightly around it. “Maybe you’d like to help me with this?” I ask, letting the question thicken in the air between us.
Her nipples bead into razor points under the thin fabric of her blouse, and I swear on everything that is holy and good that she whimpers deep in the back of her throat. Her legs clench and her hands twist together in front of her.
When her tongue darts out, licking across her lips, I don’t wait for her to answer. I’m on her in a heartbeat. Pressing against her, lining my cock up with the warm heat between her legs. I wrap my arms around her and mold my mouth to hers, devouring every objection that might be waiting there.
I lift her up, wrapping my hands underneath her ass. Her legs fasten like steel clamps around my hips. She thrusts against me, grinding the sensitive space between her thighs hard against my erection.
A sexy moan starts in the back of her throat and I swallow it down with each thrust of my tongue. She meets me stroke for stroke, licking, sucking, as we drink each other in. She wraps her dark arms around my neck as we continue the sensuous rhythm.
I reach behind her blindly, running my hand across the counter to clear it of whatever nonsense sits there. Bottles, razor, toothpaste, it all comes crashing down around my feet as I set her on top of the counter. Right now, I don’t give a shit!
I pull away just enough to unbutton the first three buttons on her blouse. She reaches down and wraps a small warm hand around my dick, stroking tentatively at first, and then increasing her speed. I groan loudly as I free one of her breasts from the confines of her bra and suck it into my mouth.
“Oh god, Riker!” She whispers harshly. The sound of my name coming from her lips on a breath that’s full of need and desire scorches a path through me that leads directly to the aching member between her smooth fingers.
“Jane, I need you. Let me fuck you.” I trail one hand down her hips and into the liquid heat pooling at her core. I rub my fingers over her panties, across the seam of the lips that hide beneath, adding a slight amount of pressure near her clit.
She freezes. Her entire body goes rigid, and I’m just about positive that she’s stopped breathing. I pull my head back and look into her eyes. They’re filled with something that almost looks like terror, but that can’t be right.
“Stop,” she whispers, so lightly that I almost don’t hear her. She clears her throat and tries again. “We have to stop,” she says more firmly.
I untangle from her legs and step back a foot. My dick droops slightly, wondering what the fuck just happened, but still ready the second he has the go-ahead. Jane buttons her blouse and looks up at me.
“I’m sorry,” she says sincerely. “I can’t do this.”
I can’t hide the shock that I’m sure is written all over my face. My dick bows down a fraction more. No woman has ever told me to stop before. Most women can’t wait to get in my bed.
“This can’t happen again,” she says firmly. “I’m your lawyer. I have a job to do. I don’t have the luxury of letting hormones and lust get in the way of that.” She bends down and slips on a shoe that must have fallen off at some point during our groping.
“I can respect that,” I say, surprising even myself.
She leaves the bathroom and I jump back in the shower, rinsing off quickly and rubbing one out. This hard-on wasn’t going away on its own, not after that make-out session. Hottest make out session of my fucking life!
I get dressed and then check my social media accounts. There are a shit-ton of positive comments, which is nice. Then, there are others that make my blood boil. Some assholes say that it’s a publicity stunt. And yes, it is a publicity stunt, but not for the reason these racist shitstains are saying. We’re not doing this because I’m trying to “court hollywood” and be “progressive.” We’re doing it because I was a fucking dumbass. The truth is, any man looking for something real would be lucky to find a woman like Jane. I mean, shit, I have to pay her an astronomical hourly wage just to get her to talk to me. It’s really hard for me not to engage the social media trolls. The only thing that stops me is the knowledge that Jane would be pissed at me for making her job even harder than I’ve made it so far.
Focus on the good stuff, I tell myself. I keep scrolling. People congratulate me on my engagement while others ask about starting a family. Some even
