HIS OBSESSION-To Load

by Beck, J. L.

  I hadn’t been on a date in years. I’d forgotten even how to just sit and talk with a man I was romantically interested in.

  One thing was for certain though: For the first time in days, Jake Mathews was the farthest thing from my mind.

  Chapter Six

  Jake

  I sat the heavy tote down on the floor by the empty shelves on aisle three with a loud grunt wishing that I hadn’t been too lazy to walk in the back to get the dolly. I felt like I was starting the beginning of a nasty spasm in my lower back and instantly cursed myself for ignoring the fact that I did have a recurring back injury. I received it during my first couple of weeks of basic training when I slipped off the wall I was climbing and took a ten foot tumble to the ground. It had been pouring rain and the wood was slippery as hell. I was moving along far faster than I should have been and I had to suffer the consequences. It hurt occasionally even four years later, but when I lifted something heavy the wrong way or carried something heavy like a tote full of tools when I should have used a dolly, it started to hurt really badly.

  “Shit,” I groaned as I placed a hand to the small of my back. The back pain was miserable at times, but apparently not miserable enough for doctors to prescribe me any more narcotic painkillers. Probably was a good thing, actually. As much as I had been taking them, I would have developed a nasty habit. And that was the worst thing in the world to be addicted to from what I heard.

  I nervously glanced around to make sure there weren’t any customers around me in the hardware store to hear my colorful language. You never knew who would be so offended they would never come back to the store and then tell all of their friends as it was blasted it all over social media. Nowadays any little indiscretion could become a permanent blemish on a business.

  And since I was part owner of the family hardware store I now had to take such things personally. It boggled my mind to think of all the half-assed moronic things I did while working in the store part time and summers as a teenager. It was a wonder my old man didn’t fire my ass every other day. But family was family. And that was important to my dad. For a cheating bastard he had some scruples to him. My dad was a very complicated man.

  But I still hated the ground he walked on. Unfortunately, for me, I was pretty damn stuck with him and this sinking ship of a business. I thought it was an act of God when my old man offered to make me full partner in the family store when I finished my tour in the military. My father had started Mathews Hardware when I was six years old and it had always managed to put a roof over our heads and food on our plates. My dad had done pretty well for himself, especially for our little burg of a town. Having a steady job like this one sounded like the answer to my prayers because honestly I had no idea what I was going to do when I came back. The only thing on my mind was Mia, but I still needed to find a steady job and make a comfortable living.

  I figured I would probably get a job in one of the plants in Jackson or something over that ways. There wasn’t a lot around my hometown. So, when I signed on the dotted line agreeing to become full partner in my dad’s hardware store I felt really great about it. But then I realized that this was just a stupid ploy from my old man to keep me under his thumb, get me to do most of the grunt work, and try to use me to get my mother to take him back.

  “Watch your mouth.”

  My father’s gruff voice echoed down the hallway. The man was almost sixty years old and had ears like a hawk.

  I didn’t say anything, preferring to give him a dagger laced glare in response. He gave it right back to me and I swear to God he smirked. The man loved to press my buttons and he knew exactly how to do it.

  I waited until he walked away and then I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching me. The store was pretty dead this morning but you could never be too careful. I grabbed my little flask that I always kept in my back pocket and took a quick swig of bourbon. It was only eleven in the morning, but this was the only thing that seemed to relieve my back pain when it was really starting to flare. Judging by the pain, I was feeling already I was pretty sure it was going to get worse and make for a very long day. It was shelf stocking day when the trucks delivered totes full of new merchandise and we took inventory of everything. It meant getting there early in the morning two hours before opening and probably staying until well after closing. Well, rather it meant I had to do those things. My father would knock off early and go home. If I didn’t do it then things wouldn’t get done. My father had worked and saved his whole life so if the business went kaput he didn’t really care. So basically, I was conned into being a grunt boy to help save an ailing business so my father could remain part owner, reap the financial gains of that, and become semi-retired.

  God, I hated that son of a bitch.

  “You know we have about eight more totes to go through,” My father called down to me.

  Where the hell had he come from? I hoped he didn’t see me sipping the whiskey. Not that I really cared, but I just didn’t need another thing for the old buzzard to give me shit about.

  “I got it,” I hollered back.

  “Not so loud,” My father responded with a sigh.

  Really?

  I continued unloading the tote I was working on and putting everything in their proper place, making sure that the special tag deals were being applied to the right items, and keeping count of everything. It was mind numbing work and I despised it, but at least I owned what I did. I wasn’t an employee; I was a business owner. And that meant every ounce of work I did actually benefited me. I wasn’t just a paid servant.

  “Wow, working hard.”

  I recognized the voice and the skanky smelling perfume immediately. Sofia. I didn’t even bother to look up from my work or acknowledge her presence. After the way she spoke to me Donovan’s wedding I was through with her. I didn’t care how good the sex was. Besides, I really needed to focus on getting back together with Mia. I was singularly focused on that and I couldn’t have wastes of my time like Sofia interrupting that. Besides everyone knew what kind of a loose skank Sofia was, including Mia. She would never take me seriously if she knew I was still hanging out with her. Taking her to the wedding had been a mistake. I’d only invited Sofia as my plus one just to piss Mia off in some vain attempt to make her jealous.

  It was idiotic and obviously didn’t work. Sofia only managed to make me feel like garbage and embarrass me.

  “What? Are you going to ignore me?” Sofia purred behind me coming close to my ear as I was bent over the tote. Her soft voice and warm breath felt good against my ear, a draft of her breath brushing lightly against my neck. Damn. She knew how to work those feminine wiles.

  “I’m busy,” I said.

  “Oh, well I wouldn’t want to disturb you hard at work,” Sofia said.

  “Why don’t you go back to your little rich girl life and leave us real working people to our business?” I asked.

  Sofia glared at me for a moment. I knew that would zing her. She hated to be reminded that she was a spoiled rich girl. And she was one of the most spoiled. Her family came from old money. I believe her grandfather had made a bunch of money with some oil and gas business. Basically, Sofia was set for life and she would never have to grunt and sweat like the rest of us. But she liked to pretend that she was just like one of us.

  “That wasn’t a very nice thing to say,” Sofia said. “After all if you would just stop fighting the love that you and I share you wouldn’t have to waste your time in this shithole.”

  I stopped what I was doing long enough to stare right into her eyes. I noticed for the first time that she was dressed to kill. She was wearing a tight tank top which showed off her perfect cleavage, and she was wearing a short skirt with a nice long slit up the side. I doubted she was wearing much in the way of underwear, possibly a thong like the ones she was so fond of, which were hardly any more than dental floss.

  “I’m not a gigolo,” I said. “I have no interest in your money. I pay my own way, princess.�
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  It was true. I had never taken handouts from anyone and I sure as hell wasn’t about to change for a girl like Sofia. I couldn’t begin to imagine being married to a girl like her, no matter how much money she had. Sometimes I thought I was being an idiot to turn down such an offer, but I was a man of principle, despite what so many people in town wanted to think of me. I was not the kind of man who would have ever been happy being kept or taken care of by anyone, especially his woman. I was just raised too old fashioned. A man was supposed to stand on his own and pay his own way. Actually, I felt that all capable adults should live that way.

  The truth is our town was full of too many thirty year olds who still acted like teenagers. The only reason I had come back was for Mia. Of course, now I was stuck with this stupid store that had failed to turn a profit for the past six months. I’d trusted my dad when he said things were still good and to my knowledge, they always had been. Even though my dad and I’d butted heads ever since I was a kid, I had no reason not to trust him. To my knowledge, he’d never lied to me before.

  “That is so admirable,” Sofia said. “It makes me love you that much more.”

  “Please,” I said. “You don’t love me. Hell, you have dozens of guys constantly after you. Guys way better than me. You only want me because you know you can’t actually have me.”

  “The other guys aren’t you, Jake. I care about you. You are strong, you are kinder than most people will ever know, and you don’t quit anything. I’m not a quitter either. I want you. And I am determined to have you,” Sofia said.

  I couldn’t stifle a laugh. She was so ridiculous sometimes.

  “Get out of my store unless you need to buy something,” I said. “I’m very busy.”

  Sofia suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the crotch, hard. I gasped and leapt back away from her.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded.

  “You are tense. I can tell,” Sofia said her eyes full of naughty thoughts and bad intentions. She ran her tongue seductively across her lips and then puckered towards me. “I can help you with that.”

  “Are you nuts? You can’t grab me like that in my place of business. What if a customer had seen you?”

  Sofia laughed. “Well, then why don’t you follow me somewhere more private? You are due for a break, right?”

  Before I could answer, Sofia sauntered away from me slowly towards the ladies restroom. She paused right in front of the door and hiked her skirt up just enough to show me that she was wearing no panties at all. I instantly went hard, my cock still pulsating from the crotch grab a moment ago.

  Oh, shit. What was I about to do?

  The truth is no matter how much I hated Sofia she was a fantastic looking girl and a wildly enthusiastic fuck. And until Mia came back to me I didn’t have any other options to meet my sexual needs. I damn sure didn’t feel like going out to the bars and picking up women. Word would get back to Mia that I was on the prowl and that would totally shoot my chances with her down the toilet. I had to be a bit discreet, here.

  Sofia entered the ladies bathroom letting the door swing closed behind her. I glanced around to make sure that no customers or my father was watching me and I quickly made my way into the ladies room. I grabbed a “closed for cleaning” sign off the other side of the door and hung it outside, just to make sure we didn’t experience any unwanted interruptions.

  Within seconds, Sofia was down on her knees, yanking my cock from my pants and plopping all of it into her eager mouth. I almost cried out in release when I felt her hot lips around me. She was one of the best blowjob artists I’d ever been with. Hell, I don’t think she knew what a gag reflex even was, as she proved to me right then by forcing her mouth all the way down on my dick. Her lips were wrapped firmly around the base sucking me to the very root of my sex. Her chin was slightly digging into my nut sack she was down on me so far. The tip of my cock moved even farther down the back of her throat.

  I felt like she was trying to swallow my whole body starting with my cock. It felt so good the room began to sway around me and I had to steady myself on the sink as I closed my eyes and tried to Keep from passing out from the exquisite pleasure.

  I could feel the load cooking up in my prostate gland which was throbbing sending sweet sensations through my asshole and trembling down the shaft of my taint towards my dick. I was going to blast her so hard with every last ounce of cum my body had within it. And being the great lover she was, she would enthusiastically slurp up every single last drop of my man juice.

  Sofia pulled back just then slowly allowing my cock to resurface from her body. She pulled all the way back stopping at the tip where she began to move her tongue in every which direction up and down my sensitive head, encircling it in laps with her hot, thick tongue. Her hand reached up and fondled my balls right then, cradling my massive orbs in her palm gently at first and then squeezing them with ever growing intensity. She somehow knew exactly how much was too much. Sofia was a girl who understood the subtleties of using just the right amount of pain during sex. She was actually into BDSM, which I’d allowed her entice me into dabbling in that a few times, but it wasn’t really my thing.

  But just a bit of pleasure mixed with plain could be mind-blowing.

  Sofia’s tongue pressed into my dick hole forcefully, and then retreated as she began to lick the tip of my dick trying to gobble up the few drops of pre cum I felt oozing from my pulsating cock. Oh, that was just a prelude to what I had cooking up for her. And she was ready for it.

  I decided it was time for me to take the reins for a bit.

  Grabbing Sofia by the back of the head, I began to fuck her mouth hard, shoving my cock as far down her throat as I could with every single thrust.

  “Gugg…gugg… gugg…”

  Sofia’s throat started making the most erotic gagging noises as I fucked it harder and harder. Every few thrusts I would hold my cock down in her throat as far as it would go, beyond the point where most normal women would have been gagging and choking. Sofia loved it. Her hands were on my hips now pulling me forward, assisting me with my humping motion. She wanted it harder and faster.

  Mixed in with the gurgles were moans of pleasure echoing out of her mouth. Her eyes were looking up at me unflinchingly. She wanted to take it all. I was going to blast her any second now. I had thought about fucking her earlier but no, the blowjob was going to have to do today. I was working after all. I didn’t have the time for a proper fuck in the bathroom. Besides, such a thing would be very unprofessional.

  “You want it?” I hissed at her right before yanking my cock out of her mouth so she could choke out an answer.

  Spittle flew through the air. My dick was covered in her sweet slobbers, dripping down my nut sack and falling to the floor.

  “Y..yes…mmm…” Sofia moaned trying to catch her breath.

  I rubbed my tip across her lips, teasing her with it. She opened her mouth widely and rode her tongue up and down the underside of my moving shaft. She wanted it so fucking badly.

  I stroked myself hard until I knew I was about to blow. God, it was going to be intense.

  Without warning, I shoved my cock into her open mouth and began thrusting like mad. She quickly enclosed her sweet mouth around it using the perfect amount of suction, her teeth grazing the top and gliding across the tip with every single motion.

  “Fuck!” I groaned under my breath. I wanted to scream to high heaven with pleasure, but I had to be quiet and discreet.

  Clenching my abdomen to reduce the amount of air blasting out of my body in an involuntary grunt, I pressed on thrusting my cock deeply into Sofia’s mouth as my orgasm erupted inside of her, blasting her mouth with what felt like liters of my hot seed. My knees went weak forcing me to grip the sink now with both hands to steady myself. I surely would have fallen to the ground. My legs were spent. There was no strength left in them.

  Sofia did her best to contain he massive amount of cum that I had just spewed into her eager
ly awaiting mouth, but even with her impressive skills, a good bit of it overflowed the corners of her mouth and started dripping down her chin. She was moaning so loudly now that if my cock hadn’t still been firmly in her mouth my father could have heard her in the front of the store. I swear this girl enjoyed sex more than any other woman I’d ever met.

  Except Mia. But Mia was wonderful girl and she was an amazing human being. I hate to say it, but I was probably Sofia’s third dick that week. She was not the faithful type by a long shot. Even though she constantly said how much she loved me and wanted me, I had a feeling that even if I did agree to be with her she’d be bored with me in three months. That was just the type of girl she was. Maybe she might change one day when she got some maturity on her.

  I found myself wondering when the hell I became the voice of reason anywhere. I swear, I often think about weird shit right after I blow a load. Actually, every man does.

  “Alright,” I said pulling my jeans up. I winced slightly as my sensitive, post orgasmic, manhood lightly caressed against my cloth boxer shorts, and then I fastened my jeans, buckled my belt and walked towards the door.

  “See, I knew you needed that,” Sofia said. She was now wiping what was left of my load off her chin and licking her fingers.

  Now that it was over that sort of thing was kind of grossing me out. “Yeah, thanks,” I said. I felt a bit weird about just doing a pump and dump, but it was Sofia and I did have to get back to work.

  “So, what about going out tonight?” Sofia asked. She was looking in the mirror and checking her makeup which had gotten slightly smudged, especially her lipstick. She puckered her lips several times and smiled at herself before grabbing her purse off the sink, and removing a tube of lipstick from it.

  I sighed. “Look, just because I find it difficult to turn down sex from a beautiful woman when I’m still technically a single man, doesn’t mean that you and I have any shot whatsoever. I can’t possibly make it any clearer to you. I love Mia. We are going to work things out and I don’t give a shit what you think about it, so you can keep your opinions to yourself.”