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Authors: Elena M. Reyes

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No, I am trying to save you from being mauled by me
. “Not at all, but you, my dear, drive clear across town every day for school and after for work. I wouldn’t want you to be too tired in class, or worse.”

Please buy my weak excuse. 

“Fine, Mr. T. I’ll buy that excuse, but could you at least walk me to my car?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

Jasmine was out of the store and driving away from me within ten minutes. I barely spoke to the staff present as we passed them on our way to the parking lot; my goal was getting her out of here and away from the animal within ready to break free. 

The drive home was an uncomfortable one. My cock was straining against the confines of my pants, making me delirious. My
mind  re-playing the image of her lips wrapped around those forsaken sticks, making my head spin. It wasn’t long before I found myself at a red light. Pressing my hand down hard over my cloth covered cock alleviated the pressure.

“Fuck Jasmine. What are you doing to me baby?” My hips bucked up of their own accord, and the relief was instantaneous. I was never going to make it home in this state. 

There were no cars beside me, thank God.

Lowering my zipper enough for my cock to come out, I stroked the heated flesh. “
Jesus,”
I groaned into the empty cab of my car while conjured images of Jasmine swirled in my mind.

The light turned green and my neglected cock protested with a twitch as my hands returned to the wheel. I kept hoping my arousal would calm down. Then the next red light came. The hand that had been on the clutch returned to tug twice harshly on my engorged flesh. A bead of pre-come slid down the side of my cock.

“I need to get home…” My thumb swept over the sensitive head causing me to hiss in anguish and pleasure. The light turned green again and my head slammed back on the head rest in aggravation. Thankfully, by now, I was turning on my street, my house coming into view after the turn around the lake. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding when my garage door opened—my body was shaking with my need to release.

Once inside the house, I managed to take off my pants, shoes, and shirt before reaching the hall that led to my bathroom. In my haste to take care of my needs, I never turned on the hot
water inside the stall. The sudden cold rush of jets hitting me only heightened the fire burning from my lions. My finger slowly caressed my length—in my head it was her dainty tongue laving me, licking the taught skin as if it were her favorite brand of lollipop.

“Fuck, your tongue feels amazing, baby. Lick the head …fuck yeah.
Just like that.”

In my vision, her lips wrapped around my tip and sucked. My knees buckled and my fist pumped hard as the images became more lewd with each second that passed.

“You taste so good, Greg. Motherfucking ambrosia,” Jasmine moaned around my meat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my other hand tugged my heavy sack. “Can’t wait to taste you on my tongue . . . come in my mouth, baby.”

That was my ending.

I fucked my hand like I would have done to her pussy, the hand surrounding my length cocooning it and forming a small passage that I abused in Jasmine’s name. My eruption was volatile and relaxing. 

Every spurt that left my body and down the drain left me weightless and with a clearer head.

If my little Jasmine could turn me to mush with just the way she ate, how would she leave me when I finally had her?
Only one way to find out.

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

She left.

She walked right out of my office with my heart in her hands and not a care in the world.

Just as Cassandra had done all those years ago. I knew this would happen if I let Jasmine in. 

By now, Jasmine had to know that I loved her and needed her. That it would absolutely

kill me if another touched her when she accepted this date.

But have you really let her in, Greg? Have you expressed your feelings, or have you

pushed her to do the very thing she’s doing? Moving on
.

No. I refused to believe she would let me go. Jasmine loved me, just as I loved her. It

might have taken me forever to admit that to myself, but now that I finally had, she was going out with another asshole!

Then go after her,
dammit. Don’t let her go out with him.

“Fuck!”

My computer screen met the back of my office door and shattered into a million pieces. The desk was no match for the ire that coursed through my veins, and it, too, served as an outlet to my emotions.

“What’s going on in here?” Lita called out as she maneuvered herself through the

destruction of my office.  

 

“Don’t,” I snapped when I saw the disapproval on her face. How dare anyone judge me?

They weren’t living inside a tornado of emotion threatening the foundation they stood on. “Save your speeches and let me fucking
be.”

She tried again. “Greg, I—” 

“Get out.” It was an asshole move of me to treat her horribly, but at the moment I couldn’t control what was going on within me.

“Greg, listen to me,” Lita pled, but all it did was incense me further. 

This was all Jasmine’s fault for making my walls crumble; for making me forget the

promises
I’d made myself.

Because of her I was losing my sanity and composure.

“Lita . . . Leave me the fuck alone. I love you as a friend, but right now . . . right now I’m losing it. Get. Out.”

“What’s all the shouting about?” Alex yelled, barging in and eyes popping wide as he noticed the shape my office was in. He looked at Lita. “Someone answer me.” 

“Jasmine—” Lita began to explain, but Alex noticed right away how tense my posture became at the mention of her name. 

“Lita, get out. Let me handle the love sick fool,” Alex ordered.

“But—” 

We both glared at her. 

“Fine. You,” she pointed her finger at me, “owe me an apology tomorrow, and a raise for the shit I put up with.” 

I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was enough to calm me down some and help me see what I

had just done. Fuck. This is what Jasmine did to me.

 

“Lita, I’m—”

“Oh hush, I know. Greg, you need to figure out this thing you have going on with her. It’s not fair to either of you.”

“I know.”

“Okay, everyone loves each other. Boss man,” Alex clapped my shoulder and pushed me forward, “let’s get a move on.”

“Where the hell are we going? I don’t have time today for more interventions. This office needs a cleaning, and fuck, I need to call in the help desk and make up something to explain my destroyed computer.”

“No,” Lita jumped in, “I’ll call. It might take some creativity on my part, but I’ll make up some shit, and clean this up. You need to get out of here. Let Alex take you out for a drink.”

“This isn’t your mess to fix.” I argued.

She glared at me. “Get out.”

“Thank you.” I walked up to Lita and gave her a hug. These people were more to me than just employees; they were my friends, even when I didn’t deserve them.

“Let’s go, Greg, there’s a bar close by with our name on a few beers and wings.”

Alex and I walked out and straight over to his car. I was in no shape to drive. My hands were shaking, and I still couldn’t breathe right.

The Ale House was just a few streets down from our store. It was a local watering hole, and every Friday night was packed to the brim.

“Come on, there’s a booth in the corner where we can talk.” Alex first stopped at the bar, bought a bucket of Heineken, and led me toward the back. “So, you want to tell me what all that bullshit,” he waived his hand around in a circle, “I witnessed back there was about?”

My head dropped back. “There was a blow up between Jasmine and me.”

“So, you’re finally together?”

“No. She decided she’s had enough waiting and went on a date tonight. I simply couldn’t

handle it.”

“That’s what you call ‘not handling’ it? You lost your shit. Boss man, you can’t get mad at her for dating and trying to move—”

My glare cut him off. “The fuck I can’t. I love that girl . . . can’t be without her.”

Alex looked shocked by my admission. And frankly, so was I. I couldn’t believe I’d said it out loud to someone.
Anyone.

“You love her?” he hedged carefully.

I was beginning to feel like a mental patient being handled with care. Everyone seemed afraid of the explosion one wrong word or move could cause. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well hell,” he shouted, causing a few patrons to look our way. “Let’s drink to that!”

The rest of the night continued on in the same fashion, me pouring out my heart and Alex pushing for the declaration Jasmine deserved.

“Call her. Interrupt that bullshit of a date and tell her what she deserves to know.”
We were both a bit drunk at this point.

“Can’t believe she went out with that douche bag.
He’s not worthy of her, I am.”

“Call her.”

“Son of a bitch better not lay a single finger on what’s mine.”

“Call her.”

“You’re right, I should. Oh shit . . . where’s my phone?”

“Use mine, but call her.”

“Give it.” My blurry fingers dialed her number. At first, I called Dominoes and refused their special on any carryout order. The second number was some club deep in the city that was known for their drag shows. How the hell did I get it wrong again? And, more importantly, how the hell did I manage to get that number?  

Finally, Alex took the phone from me and dialed the number. 

“Hello, who’s this?” There was a lot of noise where she was, but the moment she spoke all was right in my world.

“Baby, we need to talk.” 

Alex was giving me three thumbs up.

“You shouldn’t be out with him you’re mine.”

“Greg?”

Yes, Jasmine . . . I need you.
“The one and only, my sweet little cashier.” 

She gasped and the noise level around her dropped. “Are you drinking?” 

“Of course.” I scoffed. “How else could I deal with the fact that you’re letting me go?

You don’t love me anymore.”

“Where are you? I’ll come get you and take you home.”

“With Alex at the Ale House—”

“Excuse me, gorgeous, but is this seat taken?” Some woman with way too much perfume asked.

 

“No,” I answered, “but my girlfriend is coming to get me and I’m saving it for her.” The blonde swamp creature before me was the epitome of everything I hated. Too much of everything.

“She doesn’t have to know that I’m warming her seat.”

“Baby,” Jasmine said. Fuck; that sounded so sweet. “I’m coming to get you, stay right

where
you are, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am . . .  and come quickly before swampy attacks.”

Alex laughed and Jasmine kept asking what the hell I was talking about as she drove to me. I ignored the thing beside me as best as I could, but the woman was persistent.

“So, want to buy a girl a drink?” 

Why couldn’t she take a hint and leave?

“Umm…” 

“I don’t think he’s interested,” Alex jumped in. 

“Fine, you’re cute enough . . .  how about you, sugar?”  Was she serious?

“How far away is Jasmine, Greg?” Alex ignored Swampy’s attempts at flirting. How could a woman love herself so little to sit there and take our indifference?

“I hope soon . . . might need some protection here soon.”  Fucker just laughed.

“You’re in my seat,” a voice that made my cock stir whispered close to my ear as her arms encircled my neck. 

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