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“Come on, let me take you upstairs and watch you scream my name begging me to touch you.” She bites her lower lip.
    That’s it, sweetheart.
    I know she feels the chemistry now. The yearning in the air is unmistakable. Both of us deciding not to act on it is a shame.
    “You too, Parker.” Bringing her hand back to the door handle, she pulls on it allowing warm air to escape the building. It hits me in the face and then she’s gone. I stand watching her until her body rounds the corner to the left before I reach down and adjust my dick which is pulsating in my boxers. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve gotten laid. A week maybe, since I met a girl down at the grocery store. Amber, I think her name was. She gave me a good ride, but then wanted to lie around all day and cuddle and talk. I’m not into all of that. I run a business. I don’t even have time to eat sometimes, let alone sit around like a lovesick puppy all day.
    The cold breeze brings me back to reality. I make my way back to my truck, but thoughts of Grace don’t seem to diminish, neither does my giant hard-on. I don’t want blue balls; they fucking suck. I look over my shoulder, left then right. No one is around, it’s the middle of the night, and I have blacked out windows. I can’t believe I am even considering this as I hop into my truck. Not in twenty-six years have I ever jerked off anywhere but in my own house or dorm room. Since tonight is a first for a lot of things, I might as well succumb to my trusty sidekick, Jill. My favorite girl is also my right hand. She knows just how to work it and get me ready.
    I quickly unzip my jeans and hit the automatic door lock button. I don’t want my windows getting steamy, so I crack the driver’s side window. It lets in just enough cool air. Her smell is still in here and it only makes my dick twitch more. I open the glove box in search of lotion, but it’s empty other than my driver’s manual. Who the hell am I kidding? I don’t ride around jerking off daily, so why would I have a travel-size bottle of lotion at my disposal now?
    Adjusting my body in my seat, I put my hand in the opening of my boxers. My dick is fuckin’ hot and rigid to the touch. I can feel the vein running from the tip of my head down to the base. It’s thick and ready. Running my thumb over the hole at the top, tiny droplets of pre-cum have already escaped, an indication of how fucking horny I am. I slide the wetness down and around the head; it’s the only fucking lubricant I have so it will have to do. Just that one movement makes my legs extend farther into the floorboard. I tilt my neck back so the top of my head is leaning against the headrest and open my mouth slightly. Jill, my right hand, tightly grasps my length and strokes it. My hand slides up and down, pumping repeatedly at a steady rhythm. The pleasure makes my toes curl in my boots.
    “Ahh,” I moan out loud after several minutes of pleasure pass. I use my left hand to cup my tight balls that are drawing closer to my body, ready to explode at any second. I close my eyes and picture my hand is Grace’s mouth, her sweet little lips parted around my thick cock. She takes me in slowly at first, but is excited by my verbal praise. It makes her more eager to suck me deeper. I tilt my hips up in my seat, like I am pushing my waist closer to her face.
    “Fuck,” I grunt.
    What the fuck did Grace Clearwater do to me?

 
     

    Once the steel elevator doors open, I go to open my clutch to retrieve my keys, but I realize I don’t have it. I must have left it in Parker’s truck. I consider calling Maci, but quickly remember my cell is in my clutch. She probably wouldn’t answer anyway. Sliding off my heels, I leave them resting against my locked apartment door and rush back towards the elevator. Catching it with my hands right before it closes, I walk in. I don’t know why he would still be here but it’s worth a shot. My hands pound on the button that reads