Chapter 8
8
F or the first time in months, I don’t hit snooze on my alarm when it goes off at the ungodsly hour of 5am. I pop out of bed, thrumming with energy like I’ve already had two cups of coffee. Guess that’s the power of experiencing the pussy of the woman I’ve been low-key obsessed with for a year. Still can’t believe that happened. It’s no surprise I’m elated this morning.
There’s an enormous grin plastered on my snout as I practically skip into the bathroom to take a leak, which is tricky given my morning wood. It doesn’t go down after—my dick is far too excited by even the tiniest thought of the escape room encounter to be chill. I wrap my palm around it, wishing that the hand on me was a much smaller, softer one.
Godsdamn, she was so perfect. I give my cock a stroke, letting my thumb brush against my piercing and groaning at how worked up I am already. I pump my shaft as I remember her cries and the jiggle of her luscious ass as I spanked her. Fuck, I love her ass. I could write a poem about how pretty it looked all tender and red from my hand. Seeing how wet it made her, her thighs practically coated with her arousal. Fuck.
I speed up my strokes as I think about the determined line between her brows when she fought to take my cock inside her. She was such a good girl, taking it even though it barely fit. Gods, the way she called me daddy as she begged to come…
My balls draw up and then I’m shooting off ropes of cum all over my hand and stomach with a rough groan. Shit, I don’t think I’ve come that fast since I was a horny teen. Godsdamn, baby girl, even when you’re not here, you make me lose control. I let out a hoarse chuckle as I clean myself up, feeling lightheaded from the force of my orgasm.
I finish up my morning routine, still floating on cloud nine at the thought that I might get to see Ariana again tonight. It’s hard to resist the urge to text her good morning before I head out the door to go to the gym, but I don’t know if she’s up yet. She needs rest, if the dark circles under her eyes last night are any indication. We’re going to have to work on that. My urge to take care of Ariana rumbles to life inside me, potent and protective. I want to make sure she gets what she needs. I want to spoil her.
Crap, my dick is firming up again at the thought. Now that the chains on my desire for her are off, it’s like my cock wants to make up for lost time. Getting through my workout and work today is going to be hard—literally .
When I get to the gym, I do my usual warmup and then head over to the weights, grinding out my first few sets with ease. I wonder if I can convince Ari to come with me to my next out-of-town weightlifting competition. I bet I’d smash my record if I had a night with her beforehand.
I know I should chill and not make future plans with Ari in my head. She’s more skittish than I would’ve guessed. It’s clear after our call last night that I need to take things slow and steady if I want more with her. Probably should find out if she even wants a relationship, for starters. I tend to charge headfirst into things when I want them. My determination and fast action are the source of my greatest successes, but also my worst failures. The stakes are too high to be bull-headed.
As expected, the weights feel like nothing this morning. Damn, I wish Doug were here to see this. We meet up most mornings to help keep each other accountable, but I’ll give him some slack the morning after Valentine’s Day. He’d be stoked to see my improvement. Then again, he’d ask what has me so amped and I doubt he’d like my answer. Yeah bro, I banged your little sister and now I feel like a god.
Guilt worms its way into my high. How the hell am I going to explain this to him without getting punched in the face? Doug’s come a long way with his anger management, but even that has its limits. He knows all about my fuckboy tendencies. He’ll assume I was only thinking with my dick, and that I’ll hurt his sister.
Why wouldn’t he? My relationship track record over the time he’s known me is non-existent—I have casual sex and move on. He doesn’t know that my lack of commitment is due to the fact that I knew who I wanted, but thought I couldn’t have her.
Ugh, should I even tell him anything? I hate the idea of keeping it a secret, but maybe it’d be better to wait until things are more established with Ariana. Then he’d see I’m not just looking to get my dick wet. Besides, Ari would murder me if I told Doug before we discuss what to say to him.
Okay. Not telling Doug yet. I’m not great at keeping secrets, but I convinced Ari I wasn’t thinking about how much I wanted to bend her over the nearest object every time we talked over the past year, so hopefully I’ll be able to manage. Though stray thoughts about her sweet tits covered in my cum are going to be harder to suppress now that I actually know what that looks like.
Damn, she has the best tits.
My cock starts to harden in my gym shorts. Calm down, dude. This is not the place to get a chub. I surreptitiously rearrange myself as best I can, then get back to my reps. Hopefully, burning off some of this energy will make it so that I don’t have a semi-hard dick all day.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t help. My arms and back ache from how hard I pushed myself at the gym, but I can’t stop thinking about Ariana. It doesn’t help that it’s almost 1pm, and she still hasn’t texted me to let me know about dinner. I check my phone between every meeting, getting progressively more frustrated as time ticks by. She hasn’t agreed to let me be her daddy yet, but that doesn’t stop me from getting excited about how I could punish her for not doing what I asked. I’m fighting the increasing urge to go jack off in the bathroom just to be able to focus on my work, when she finally messages.
??Ari ??: I don’t know if I can do dinner tonig ht.
My heart sinks. That’s it? After waiting all morning to hear from her, it stings to get such a curt message. I make myself pause before replying, practicing one of the breathing techniques we use in the monster support group to level my emotions.
She’s allowed to be busy tonight. I’m allowed to feel disappointed. I need more information before I get all doom and gloom.
Wesley: Is there anything I can help you with? I could grab some takeout and swing by your place after work.
??Ari ??: You don’t have to do that. I’m sure you don’t want to spend your night packing up shop orders.
I can’t tell if she’s saying that because she’s not used to letting someone help her or if she’s using it as an excuse to avoid seeing me. I’m 99% sure it’s the former, because Ari’s the kind of person who doesn’t want to look incompetent or come off as a burden.
Wesley: I want to spend my evening with you. I don’t care what we do. It’s okay if you don’t want that, Ari. Tell me if you aren’t interested in more with me and I’ll drop it. I’ll always be your friend, no matter what happens.
I hope she can tell how true that last part is. Whether or not she knows it, she’s just as much my friend as her brother. It didn’t start out that way, but now I can’t imagine my life without her sass and laughter. Setting aside my attraction to her, she’s important to me. Too important to let my potential crushed feelings get in the way of keeping her friendship. If she tells me that she doesn’t want anything beyond what we did last night, I can deal.
Wesley: I’d rather know now before I get too far into planning our wedding.
My second message is meant as a joke, but I cringe seeing the word “wedding” sitting in our conversation as I wait for a reply. It gets worse when I see the three dots of her typing out an answer appear and disappear at least five times.
Finally, she settles on a reply.
??Ari ??: Doug would be my maid of honor, just so we’re clear. I know he’s your best friend, but he’s my brother.
A relieved laugh bursts out of me, so loud that Craig passing my office door raises an inquisitive brow at me. I wave him off, and he reluctantly leaves with a bemused expression. I guess laughter isn’t typical for me at the office. It’s not that I’m rude or unfriendly, but I focus on getting my job done at the expense of joviality.
??Ari ??: If you really don’t mind, I’d like to see you. I want to try this. I’m sorry I made you worry that I didn’t.
Wesley: Hah, I was only 1% worried. So no apologies needed.
??Ari ??: You’re too cocky for your own good.
Wesley: You like it.
??Ari ??: ??????
Wesley: Careful, baby girl. You’re asking for a punishment after we get your work done.
??Ari ??: Are we going to keep doing that whole…thing?
I frown down at my phone. Does she not want to? Gods, this is a bad co nversation to have via text.
Wesley: It’s definitely still on the table for me, if you want it. Let’s talk about that tonight.
??Ari ??: Ugh, we’re not going to get anything done, are we?
Wesley: Of course we will. Never doubt my ability to multitask. Now, what do you want to eat? Other than my dick, that is.
??Ari ??: I’m a vegan.
Wesley: Since when? I thought you liked eating hot meat?
??Ari ??: Since just now, when you called your dick “hot meat”.
I laugh again, and Craig pops his head in my door again. You’d think his job was sticking his nose into other people’s business. The stocky human smiles at me. “What’s so funny? Is it that video of the chihuahua riding on the back of a pit bull?”
“Uh, no. Just a friend.” He seems disappointed at my boring reply. “Send that one to me, though. That sounds cute as shit.”
Craig looks taken aback for a moment, but then grins like I made his day. “Sure, man!” His snooping sorted, he heads off, no doubt to inundate me with videos for the rest of the day.
Once he’s out of sight, I reply to Ariana.
Wesley: If meat is off the menu, how about a nice tossed salad?
??Ari ??: You’re the worst .
I can vividly imagine the wry tone she’d use to say that, and it makes my dick twitch. Definitely no rubbing one out in the office bathroom though, since apparently Craig is lurking around waiting for a chance to catch me doing something out of character.
Wesley: Sushi?
That’s one of her favorite foods. I’ve collected little facts about Ari over the time I’ve known her, hoarding them like precious treasures every time she revealed something new. I hope she doesn’t think that’s creepy. I can’t help it. She’s my favorite subject.
??Ari ??: That’s perfect.
Wesley: Just like me.
??Ari ??: ??
Wesley: Just like you!
??Ari ??: Go back to work.
Wesley: Fine fine. See you later, Ari.
I set my phone down reluctantly. Godsdamn, I can’t wait to see her later.