by Lauren Wood
“Your awkward hands feel amazing. I really have no idea what you plan to do. I hope that you’re not just going to waste it in the air or all over myself. I can’t stop you. I’m not one that’s going to force my will on others. You have me, at a distinct disadvantage and I think for once in your life you enjoy having the control.” He was watching out of sheer curiosity and the last time that he had had a hand job was several years ago. It was in the back seat of his father’s car and she was adamant that they didn’t go very far. She was religious and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember her name. He did remember her silky hands, but they were nothing in comparison to what Samantha I was doing to him.
“Every guy wants an orgasm and they really don’t care how they can it. You can say that you want to fuck me, but I think deep down you only want what you can’t have. I will never give in to you and there isn’t anything that you can say that will change my mind. You’ve tried every trick in the book and I have rebuffed your advances. That might seem trivial to you, but it’s a testament to my strength of character. You will tell me what I want to know and I think that I have you in the palm of my hand, literally and figuratively.” “It’s challenging to do nothing about my own pleasure, but I think that this way might be a good way to earn his respect. I don’t want him to see me, as any of the other conquest that has found their way into his bed and underneath his sheets. I want him to see me, as somebody that will bend a little, but not enough to give him a reason to walk away.”
Judson had never felt like someone that couldn’t go the distance. He prided himself on his stamina, but this girl was showing him that he was being adversely affected by her nimble fingers. He could see that she was disgusted. He felt a need to satisfy his sweet tooth in a different way than others. Her grip was tighter than some women that he had the fortune to be with. She was actually using his own natural essence to pave the way for a slippery sensation that couldn’t be beat.
“If you’re not careful, I might give you a handful. I’m giving you fair warning and I don’t know if you know this, but when the vein starts to throb, you should really think about stopping.” He wanted her to finish him off, but he was uniquely aware that this woman was not exactly the wanton whore that others have claimed to be. She had that naughty quality, but it needed to be coaxed out slowly and with more work than the average woman in a bar. He felt like it was a good way to test his mettle, as a man and maybe find a new perspective about what women really wanted. “I’m telling you…you keep stroking it like that and I won’t be responsible…for my own actions.” His breathless tone and the way that his words were rushed had confirmed that things were getting to the point of no return.
“I don’t think that you understand. We have a long-term commitment. I’m not going to ruin it by giving in, so easily. I’m not saying that you have a chance of getting into my panties, but I’m not going to rule it out either.” She was giving him false hope and she was very aware about what the vein throbbing meant on the underside of his cock. “You have had it easy with women falling all over themselves to be with you. I’m going to be more of a challenge and I just hope that you are up to stepping up to the plate.” It was a mixed metaphor and one that really didn’t go with the football analogy. “I believe that you can be one of the good ones, but you need a woman like me to mold you into the right type of man.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say. I’m not paying attention to any of your words. My main concentration is the way that your fingers are feeling like a tight hot glove around me. I just…need…to make sure that you don’t…think that you have all the power.” He grabbed for her hand and held it steady, while moving his hips in a way that was indicative of a sweet hot piece of ass. “That’s it, just stay steady and let me do all the work.” Judson looked into her eyes and then saw that she wanted him to blow. He was actually pleased that she was a captive audience of one and that he had her undivided attention like nobody else.
“You’re just using me for your own pleasure and that is about to end. You need a lesson in what it’s like to really treat a woman with the kind of respect that they deserve. You can’t always think that you’re going to always have your way, because that only sends a bad message to any one that you tell this tale to. Guys will begin to think that your way is the best way and from there we will devolve into a society of women bending over backwards to please men. It shouldn’t be like that and it should be a matter of give and take.” “This guy needs to change, or his life will revolve around a woman that is only after his money. He’s going down a dangerous path that is ripe for addictions like alcohol and drugs. I don’t think that he wants to do that and maybe I can steer him in the right direction. Giving him the tools will help him to decide what is the right course of action to take. I want to finish him off with my hand, but my mouth waters for the taste of the man. I haven’t had the privilege or the honor of siphoning a man dry in quite some time. I actually find that I miss it and the taste of sweetness on my tongue is something that I can really get used to.”
“You wouldn’t dare leave me like this, as some kind of punishment for how I treat women. You can’t be…that cruel.” Judson was doing his best to get there on his own, as he could see that she wasn’t going to lift a finger to make it any easier on him. “I can feel it…it’s so fucking close. Your attempt to tease me has only had an unexpected side effect. The ferocity in which I shoot is going to be a little bit more than how I usually fire off with my own hand. I’m not one for delayed gratification, but you have certainly shown me that there is a place for something like that.” He found his eyes closing and then he slipped into his own little world of sexual pleasures.
All the blood had rushed to a certain part of his anatomy and there was no way that he was going to deny himself the kind of joy that only comes around once in a lifetime. Her hand was very tight and made it impossible for him to move freely without dripping more of that secret sauce from within.
She saw that he was at the end of his rope and this need to feed came over her in a wave that even surprised her. She saw that it was about to blow and then in a surprise twist, she slipped her lips over top of the head and gave in to her own form of depravity. “I just heard him gasp with his own arousal and I can only imagine what he’s thinking at this very moment. I feel that first spurt and I want more. There’s no way that I’m going to give up one single drop to somebody else. This may not be exactly the way that I wanted this to go, but I’m not going to quibble over details. His hot seed splashes against my tongue and I taste him and it only makes me crave for the last little bit that I can get from squeezing from the bottom to the top.”
“I can’t believe…that you are…doing…that.” He wasn’t expecting to feel her lips and that tongue circling around the crown. There was nothing better than having his cock sucked, especially when it came from a woman that knew how to bring about that explosion in the most intense way possible. He moaned and held onto the bar over his head to grip it tightly. He let that pleasure flow over him like a roller-coaster ride.
She was vividly aware that she had taken it a little bit too far, but this was one thing that she couldn’t take back. Samantha didn’t bother to lick him clean, feeling like she had done women of mankind a disservice. She didn’t want to be known, as someone that could easily fall for a man of his obvious character flaws. It was possible that he could be changed, but that was wishful thinking. “This was a stupid thing to do and I had him exactly where I wanted him and now everything has changed. He thinks that he knows how to get to me and I have only shown him that he is probably right. I’ve never been one to fall for the bad boy, but I can see the merit in letting our bodies do the talking for us.” She tried to move away, only to feel his hand grip her wrist in a way that was almost menacing.
“I thought that I was going to have to fight to get into your panties, but I see that you are ready for me right now. I’m not even going to try to fuck you and that is entirely up to y
ou to make happen for yourself. I’m more than willing to get a boner again, but for now I think that I should show you what I can do with my tongue. I’ve shown you a little bit, but it’s not nearly enough to truly understand what it’s like to have my oral expertise at your beck and call.” Judson was giving her what she wanted. He had no delusion that she would easily spread her legs for the chance to be speared by the man of the hour.
“I really don’t think that you know what you’re doing. This is going to come back against you in some way. Your behavior is deplorable and sooner or later somebody is going to find a reason to take exception to how you treat them. I might be the fortunate one and by playing with your emotions, I might have been able to break you of some of those bad habits. I’m not much for teaching, but for you I might just make an exception.” “I may be barking up the wrong tree, but he does have some redeeming qualities that I would like to cultivate into something more. He looks at me with this delight and I know that there’s no way that I could possibly stop him from having his way with me. I’ve never had a man this close and this available that wanted me and nobody else. I may plead innocent, but underneath there is a guilty woman begging with her eyes for the boys to see her, as a sexual object.
“What you need to do now, Samantha is to sit on my face. I will understand if you’re scared and maybe you would like to tuck your tail in between your legs and run off into the night. You’re the type of woman that is probably scared of your own shadow. You’re definitely not my type and maybe I should seriously consider turning my attentions on somebody else.” He was purposely daring her to find something deep down inside to grab onto and let things happen naturally. “I have no better place to be and maybe after I finish pleasing you orally, I might even be able to give you tidbits of information for your project.” He saw no reason why he had to mince words. He was saying that she could have his time, but only if she was willing to show some gratitude in return.
“I don’t think that I should do that. I will be back tomorrow. I’m leaving before I change my mind.” She was able to pull away from Judson’s grip, feeling his fingers like a phantom indentation in her skin. Breathing deeply, she gathered up what she had come with and left without looking back. “If I even make one mention or show any kind of sign that I’m interested, then I won’t be able to leave here, until I am walking on bowlegged legs. I really do want that, but he needs to work a little bit harder. It will be more satisfying, if he was to make a conscious effort, instead of lying back and letting the world hand him everything on a silver platter.”
She heard him laughing behind her back. It was almost like this was one big joke and that she was unfortunate enough to fall into his web.
“I know that you’ll be back and it’s not like you’ll be able to help yourself. I’ve gotten underneath your skin and now that you have gotten a taste, there’s no way that you can possibly leave without going all the way.” He had no idea if he could reach her, but he suspected that she was nearby. “I’m not going to tell you that I want you. It will be a cold day in hell, when I come crawling to a woman on my hands and knees. Girls like you are all the same. You claim to be innocent, but there is a bad girl lurking underneath waiting for someone like me to bring it out in them. You’ll come to your senses and eventually you’ll be the one begging me for the chance to ride my manhood. Don’t kid yourself and it will happen sooner than later.” He got up and went directly into the showers, turning the tap and letting the water wash away the insanity of the moment. He didn’t even want to consider the fact that she was the one that got underneath his skin. He stuck his head underneath the spray, closing his eyes and envisioning her mouth over top of him all over again. He was always one to love them and leave them and to forget about them after. So, why was it that he was actually thinking about her in a more than friendly manner? He couldn’t answer that. He didn’t dare pull away the curtain to see the truth for himself.
Samantha heard everything that was being said. She was lying back against the door to the weight room, unable to move, except to squirm a little bit in her own discomfort. “God help me, but I do want him, but to tell him would make him even more smug than he already is. He needs to know that his actions have consequences. I may not be the one to teach him, but somebody will. Girls have come in and out of his life. I’m sure that some of them have left with hurt feelings. I’m sure that there are even some that want some kind of revenge for being treated like they meant nothing afterwards.”
She moved away from the door and then a figure clad in a black hoodie slammed into her and knocked her against the wall. She watched him leave through the exit door at the end of the hall. It led to the parking lot. At first, she thought that the man was being a little rude and then she took one step and realized that there was a fire in her gut. She mistook it for the heat between herself and Judson, until she placed her hand up against that very spot and came back with blood dripping from her fingers.
Samantha stumbled and fell back against the door with a heavy thud. She tried to say something, but the only thing that came out was a squeak. She was trying to call for help, but the shock of the moment had gotten the best of her. It was kind of alarming to see the blood flowing through her fingertips. It was a deep cut and one that was meant to do the maximum damage. Sliding down the door, she left behind a trail of blood in her wake. She saw in front of her on the wall across from her the fire alarm. She tried to move, but the pain was imaginable and then her eyes started to flutter with the black abyss about to swallow her whole.
THE END
ROCKSTAR
BOOK – 2
Chapter 1
Judson was thankful for the reprieve of the hot shower. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough and he had to turn the dial to the freezing cold to freeze the heat of the moment between him and Samantha. He remembered every little detail and it was like a little movie that he could play in his head over and over again. Their witty banter back and forth about violence in sports was almost laughable. He liked that she was opinionated and wasn’t about to bow down to conventional thinking. She was ready to make a stand and be damned anybody that got in the way.
Judson wanted to follow her outside of the weight room, but to do that would admit something that he didn’t want to. He had seen the light, but maybe it was more of a darkness that was seeping into his very soul. She was corrupting his thoughts and his feelings that he was getting angry. He began to pound his fist against the tile like that of a mad man possessed by a demon. It brought to mind the way that his father treated his mother. She was always doing his bidding and there were times that she didn’t look at all happy about it. He was very young at the time and he didn’t know any better. He began to emulate his father in ways that he probably shouldn’t.
He needed to get her out of his head and the best way to do that was to get the necessary sleep. He was a big believer that 8 hours was never enough, but he was also a sucker for a pretty face. He envisioned what it would be like to be with that redheaded vixen with no morals and suddenly the face of Samantha came flooding in over top of those naughty thoughts.
He finally turned off the shower, feeling that adrenaline rush from the cold water pulsing through his veins. The unfortunate side effect of shrinkage was very evident by his cock that was acting like a turtle shying away from the public eye. He had lived with that appendage swinging down between his legs all of his life, but he still could not understand the mechanism of how it all worked. Certain fantasies could bring about an erection, but even a brief graze by a female hand on his pants could bring about that same condition. There was no telling what would make him salute and raise the flag in the presence of the female form.
He toweled himself dry and tossed it into a nearby bucket in the corner. He walked unashamed back into the weight room. There was something different, like a foreboding sense that surrounded him like a personal aura. He couldn’t understand what it meant, but he was prone to getting these kinds of feelings from time
to time growing up. The one that he remembered vividly was how his father had died for 1 minute during a heart attack. He had lived, but he had changed his attitude and was now mostly a family dedicated man. Judson thought that he was weak and that maybe having that heart attack had broken the man into a shell of his former self.
He slipped into a pair of track pants that were black and had white stripes down the side with buttons that could easily expose his more private region in a quick flick of his wrist. He had had the pleasure of showing women what they were missing. He saw the look on their faces and some had even taken him up on his offer about going back to his place for a little bit of something on the side.
He put on that black sweater and then picked up his gym bag and made his way over to the door leading to the hallway. He had his hand on the handle, when he realized that he had forgotten his fan mail. He went back to retrieve it, stashing it into his bag for further perusal in the cold light of day.
He opened the door and there was a certain weight behind it that didn’t make any sense. He almost stepped on Samantha, as she was lying in a pool of her own blood. At first, he was shocked by this latest display. Thankfully, that shock wore off and he was able to pull himself out of it without much difficulty. “I need you to hold on, Samantha. I’m calling for an ambulance.” He saw her holding onto her stomach. She was possibly trying to use some pressure to stop the bleeding from getting any worse.
Samantha could sense that somebody was there and that she wasn’t alone. She opened her eyes to see a sight that surprised her. There was a moment that she thought that she had gone to heaven, but the face of the concerned Judson was more of reality than something of an ethereal nature. “I can’t…breathe.” It was the only thing that she could say. All the energy had been drained away from her and she couldn’t even hold onto the wound.
