I drove home in my underpants, muttering to myself about outrageous, ungrateful women. To go from soft and willing in my arms to hissing like a polecat! It was unfathomable.
I was still in shock that she'd turned me down.
She hadn't just turned me down; the damn woman had cursed me to perdition!
And all this after I'd gone out of my way to make her writhe with pleasure, never mind helping her fix up her house! The woman was more than ungrateful-she was downright mean! I groaned, my cock still twitching from rolling around with her on her bed.
My balls felt heavy and sore. I felt a headache coming on too. What did I do to deserve that?
All I'd done was offer her the use of my body! What woman could find fault with that? I knew I was sought after by the opposite sex. Or I always had been.
Until now.
I parked a little farther from the house than usual, pulling my clothes on as I ranted to myself. The last thing I wanted was to have my brothers catch me driving half-naked. I'd never hear the end of it.
I walked into the house and straight to the bar. I poured myself a whiskey and downed it.
Then I poured another.
I stood there, raging against the unfairness of it all.
What I needed was a cold shower. I went upstairs to take one, bringing the bottle with me. I stood under the icy cold water, trying to get the thought of her out of my mind. I could still see her beneath me, all soft, warm and willing woman.
I could still feel her against me, under my hands.
I could still taste her.
I groaned as my cock bobbed uselessly in the air. I gave up and decided to go with it. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped my shaft, tugging on it firmly. I leaned against the shower wall and let my mind run wild.
She hadn't kicked me out. No, she'd been eager to accommodate me. So eager that she would wrap her legs around my head as I tasted her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with my tongue. Then she would roll me onto my back and have a taste of me too.
I felt my balls tighten as I imagined that hot little mouth of hers closing around my rod. She would lick, suck and stroke me until I was close to coming.
Then she'd climb on top of me and ride me until we both came. I could practically feel her thighs around my hips, see her head tossing around, feel her tits as I reached out to squeeze them-Unffff...
I shuddered violently as I came, my hand milking what appeared to be a gigantic fucking load. I turned the water to warm and let it wash over me, cleaning my seed from my hand and my tingling cock head.
Fucking A.
That was better.
Completely unsatisfying, but better.
It would have been a lot better if the woman herself had finished what she'd started!
I spent the night tossing and turning and swilling more whiskey than a sensible person would consume in a month. But I considered it a victory. What I really wanted to do was go next door and pick up where we'd left off that morning, before she spoiled all my fun.
It was a long night. I got rip roaring drunk alone in my room. And I had to rub one out every time I let myself think about her too much.
I spent more time making friends with Mr. Hand than I had in years.
In the morning I got dressed and went back downstairs. I figured I would do some paperwork, distract myself from wanting to text her and tell her what I thought of her antics. But around lunch I headed right to the bar.
I picked up my phone and stared at it, pecking out a few texts. I deleted them one by one. She wasn't going to react well to being told to get over here and get into my bed. But that's pretty much what all my texts were saying.
"A little early for you isn't it?"
I glanced over my shoulder at Jake. He was grinning at me. He loved it when anyone but him acted the rebel. I shrugged and grabbed the fresh bottle of whiskey someone had put out. That was the best part of having servants. The liquor cabinet was always stocked.
"Missed you at dinner last night."
"I was tired. How's dad?"
"He's good. Resting now but he trounced me at chess this morning."
I nodded, refilling my glass.
"That's good."
"What's gotten into you?"
"Not what, who."
"Ah, our pretty little neighbor is under your skin. Elle said she thought as much."
"Under my skin, that's an interesting way of putting it. Like a rash."
Jake laughed and sat down, apparently having nothing better to do than enjoy my misery. I scowled at him, hoping he would go away. He didn't take the hint.
"What, she isn't falling over herself to get into your bed like every other woman in town?"
"No. She kicked me out."
"You're joking."
I shook my head, downing my drink.
"What did you do to deserve that?"
"Nothing! Unless you count fixing her roof, and a leak in her attic!"
He was laughing at me.
"There must be more than that."
I got up abruptly, stomping to the bar to pour myself another drink.
"Well?"
"I offered her my services. No strings attached."
Now Jake was laughing uncontrollably.