Ascent - Passion's Paradox - VOL.1

.11. Lawson Marshall

Neferu is here all day. At Mergery, or outside, and the only time I am without her is at home. This doesn't help me. I'm constantly tense and the day before yesterday was the time too many. I ended up jerking off to relieve the pressure once Dorothy got off my back, but in doing so, I also lost myself. Saying her name, thinking about her. Shit.

I like it as much as it bothers me. The way she invades my thoughts and the way she attracts me. I'm not supposed to act like this, I'm a boss now. I don't usually let myself get sucked in. I'm in control, always, I've never lost it like this. Not to the point of getting mad in the damn locker room. I lose my sense of priorities, being bosses, and securing my position, but in doing so, I put myself in danger and one day it will lose me.

"Damn Neferu...", I sigh my desire low.

I can't deny that she makes me feel crazy. She's beautiful enough, bold enough to silence all the thoughts that are constantly running through my brain and making my head overheat. And I love it. I love watching her, the hold she has on me, my eyes constantly darting in her direction. Even when I had Dorothy with me to talk to, I couldn't help but look at her. When she came to greet me in her sports bra and leggings, yet still in her suit, it was like a new world opened up to me. The way she bent over to lift her bar to develop bed. She only increased that tension. I hate how much this guy stuck it to her. I guessed without a problem that she was teasing his erection, by his face. He wasn't allowed to.

I felt something inside me pouring out from my explosion in the elevator. A dark possession, a jealousy I hadn't known before as if it had always lurked there in the shadows. If I had listened to myself, if I hadn't been boss, I would have hit him in the gym and not in the locker room to get Neferu back. But I couldn't. Neferu's eyes on me were enough. Surprisingly she was very cordial in addressing Dorothy and I thought she felt nothing towards my best friend. Until I felt her gaze shooting down my back the whole time despite this guy sticking it to her. And then it made me smile. Even so, all her attention was mine. To me.

My hand slowly moves to the bulge that has grown under my pants again. I rub it gently not wanting to move too fast. I let myself think for once. I think I'll stagger as I touch my erection through my pants. I don't jerk off much anymore, not right now, I'm busy. And her face comes back to my mind, again. Her cold blue eyes, her brown hair with black highlights, her matte skin. The way her dresses or bra trace the curve of her breasts when she's no longer wearing a bra, her nipples that point when the wind passes, or her ass when she bends over. Fuck, fuck...

Instinctively and before I really realize it, my hand unties my belt as well as my fly. I pull out my now hard sex and stroke it along its length. I wish it was her lips or her hands doing it, and I wish it was me giving her the pleasure that she is giving herself. She's doing something to me and I can't deny it anymore. My sex is hard and just begging for relief, so that's what I do. Because of her. I grab it in my hands, it feels good. I start stroking it and lean my head back, biting my bottom lip. What is she doing right now?

Is she thinking back to that time?

I crescendo the movement while visualizing her body above me, against me and this locker. I let out a soft grunt and enjoy the shiver that runs down my spine and makes me shiver. I think back to the way her bare breasts pressed against my chest, their warmth. Her ass, whose black lace panties I pulled aside and made my cock quiver at the touch. Her pussy soaked under my fingers, dripping with her juices that I wanted to taste and savor the rest of the night. I remember how she tasted. I want her to cum on my tongue.

My throat knots as I moan and speed up my movements. The air in the room thickens, and the tension that had invaded the room reaches my nostrils. That of sex, that of desire. I want to press her against the bed or a wall and take her. To give in. No. No. Never. And yet, I was ready to do it in that locker room. Yes.