Right now, Garrett’s gut was doing the mambo.
He signed another ball and added it to the growing pile. He was here to play baseball, not to get laid. His cock jerked in protest as the vision of Jessa, spread out beneath him, filled his head.
“Damn it.” His curse broke through the silence of the room. He went to the bar to grab a beer, only to realize he’d left them in Jessa’s fridge. Whiskey then. Just a shot. Not enough to make him sorry tomorrow, but enough to help him avoid the horror of a cold shower.
He carried the tumbler back to the couch, clicked on the TV and resumed signing the baseballs his agent had sent over. He scribed ball after ball, half listening to the sports recap on the TV and more thinking about Jessa. He tossed the marker on the table and finished his drink.
Before he realized what he was doing, he slipped his hand into his shorts and wrapped it around his swollen length. His head fell to the back of the couch. Using his other hand, he pulled the elastic waistband down and hooked it around his balls. His breath caught at the added pressure to the sensitive area behind his testicles.
He worked his fist over his cock, circling the base and moving upward, squeezing the tip until moisture beaded from the head. His hips jerked as he spread the warm fluid around with this thumb before moving to the base to begin again.
Jessa’s taste was still in his mouth. She tasted fresh, sweet. Her tongue an eager partner in the dance he’d started.
He raised his head and watched as he stroked himself. His cock throbbed, as if angry the only heat it felt was from his own hand.
Jessa would be in bed now, sheets caressing her naked flesh. Oh yeah, she’d be naked. And touching herself as he was. Nimble fingers tugging at her tight little nipples. Would she pull hard, or roll them gently between her fingers? Would she need the added twinge to bring her greater pleasure? He was dying to find out.
Sweat beaded on his upper lip as he tightened his grip. The thought of her stretched out and open, her * wet with need, made him desperate to come. He imagined her delicate folds bare, nothing between him and the sensitive nerve endings that would come alive with his touch. He’d take her slow, learning what made his little kitten purr. Swiping his tongue through her slit, he’d draw her essence into him, letting it soothe his throat until he was drunk on her. He’d suck her outer folds into his mouth, first one, then the other. Nibbling at the tender skin until she cried his name. He’d use his fingers to spread her open, memorizing her beautiful shape, before plunging his tongue deep inside, teasing, driving her to the edge of orgasm. But he’d not let her over the edge. Not yet.
She’d grab his head, holding him in place as she rode his tongue, begging him to give her what she craved.
He’d make her crazy with need.
As crazy as he was as he pumped his cock harder, faster. Sweat ran down his chest. He reached with his free hand and grabbed his sac. His heart hammered in his ears, his breath caught as his thighs and stomach tightened. Further thought became impossible. Jessa’s image was all he could hold on to as his release hit him. His breath held, his hips lifted from the couch as his seed spilled across his stomach and chest.
Reality was slow to return. His panting breath and the ringing in his ears the only sounds he could hear. This wasn’t the first time he’d masturbated, but shit. He’d never felt anything like that before. If his release was that intense just thinking about Jessa, then actually being inside her would kill him for sure.