Free (Sequel to Through The Dark) Complete

Chapter 50

Rated M for MATURE like REALLY MATURE

Harry woke up from a long nap, and discovered it was already evening. He'd gone out the night before, which was Wednesday night, and didn't come home until sometime early this morning. It had been quite the night. He had to find a way to keep his mind occupied until Friday night when Julie got home. He talked to her every day, and every night, but it wasn't enough. Especially when a lot of those phone calls were interrupted by Marcus telling her they were either going to lunch or dinner or to the seminar. It was driving him absolutely insane. He had controlled what came out of his mouth and his actions, but he couldn't control the thoughts in his head when he heard Marcus's voice. And the dream he'd been having before he woke up just now, well the predicament he found himself in he wanted her here to fix. He wanted to wake up and roll over and make love to her. The things she was doing to him in his dream. He groaned trying to push the thoughts away and pushed himself up and out of bed.

He grabbed his swim trunks and threw them on. He would go sit in the hot tub and maybe that would help him relax. In more than one way. Maybe it would help shrink his ever-growing problem. And maybe it would help work out the rest of his hangover. He may not have drunk often, but last night he had definitely overdone it. He felt rough. He turned on the path lights outside that led to the pool and the hot tub. It was dark, and he wanted to keep it that way. He grabbed a towel and set it next to the hot tub and climbed in. He sank down onto the bench and leaned his head back closing his eyes. The warm water did feel good on his tense muscles. He then made the mistake of opening his eyes and seeing the pool. But not only did he see the empty pool, he remembered what he and Julie had done in that pool a week ago. So, there went the goal of shrinking his problem.

He shook his head trying to shake the vision of her body, and their pleasure from that night, but it wasn't working. He looked down at his shorts which were now tight and standing at attention. There was no way he was going to be able to wait until tomorrow night for her to help him relieve the tension. It was dark, he was in his fenced in private back yard, and he was completely alone. He removed his shorts and set them aside and wrapped his hand around himself. Once he started to stroke himself to relieve a little pressure, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip and groaned. This wasn't the way he wanted to deal with this, but between the dream, and the visualization of the scene they'd had in the pool, he needed some relief. He could visualize her here with him now.

He thought about how good her small hand would feel wrapped around him. How she always started out with the sweet torture before giving him a bit more relief. So, he stroked himself slowly at first. He then thought about her lips wrapped around his tip. She wasn't able to take him fully into her mouth so she always stroked the bottom of his length with her hand as she sucked on the top. He groaned louder when he pictured that clearly. Feeling her tongue work over his tip. He took his thumb and rubbed over it to mimic her tongue. It wasn't the same, but visualizing was working better than he'd thought. He started stroking harder and faster when he thought about hitting the back of her throat over and over again. "Oh, god, baby." He said as his pace quickened. His hand creating that friction he needed to bring him even higher.

"Shit." He said as his hand worked faster and his hips moved with his hand. He got up on his knees and steadied himself against the side of the hot tub with his other hand, dropping his head as he thought about taking her from behind. How good she would feel wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her all night. "Fuck!" He said a bit loudly as his high built to the tipping point. A few more hard strokes of his hand, and he exploded into the hot water. He continued to stroke himself until he rode out his high, and then sat back on the bench. He was still picturing her all over him so he hadn't yet opened his eyes. He jumped when he heard a voice behind him.