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Downtime (CTL 19.5)	By : shockvaluegr Category: M through R > Red Eye Views: 4277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was so fucking hot.
Jackson flung himself into the seat of his car and shut the door. The interior was stifling, so blistering he could almost taste the heat. Why is it still so fucking hot? He shoved the key into the ignition and started the BMW. The instant the engine purred into life, he gave the air conditioning control a hard twist, impatient for cool air.
Before he backed out of his space, Jackson glanced back at the movie theater. How long would Lisa stay in there? Somehow he had the feeling she would in fact stay for the duration of the lousy movie - if only to sort through everything he had told her.
Reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket, he extracted the movie ticket and looked at it with disdain. Must Love Dogs. For fuck�s sake. Grasping it as if to tear it into pieces, he hesitated. No. It was a souvenir of sorts, something he would keep to remember his encounter with Lisa� in case it was his last. Tucking it behind his visor, Jackson shot a guilty eye at the theater one more time, then reversed the BMW quickly.
Driving home, he replayed the incident in the dark theater, relishing certain details� like Lisa�s trembling collar, betraying her excited fear. In the theater, Jackson had not allowed himself to become aroused by this, keeping his mind on the task at hand. And it had been difficult. But now, free of her presence, and tormented by the fresh memory of Lisa�s nearness, the blood surged to his loins unabated.

God, I could have fucked her there in that damn seat.

Jackson licked his lips. The privacy and darkness of the theater, and Lisa�s proximity, had been almost more than he could ignore. He drove faster, his hard-on throbbing insistently. He needed a release. Do I ever. Only yesterday he had been discharged from the hospital. For two and a half weeks he had lain in a bed - in terrible pain, sick, or in a drugged fog that precluded any interest in sex or self-pleasure. Not to mention the complete lack of privacy there. And last night, his first in his new house, he had been so dead tired from the day�s activities that he had collapsed into bed and fallen straight to sleep without bothering to rub one off.
How long had it been, then? Jackson pulled onto his street and tried to determine how long it had been since he last ejaculated. He wasn�t sure when the last time had been, only that it had to have been before the flight� maybe the night before it. Something like three weeks ago. Jesus. He knew damn well he hadn�t had sex in an even longer time - for that, he had to go back several months. Unless you counted his almost fucking Vicky on the beach; when he had been within inches of sliding for home.
The realization only served to harden his erection further, and he hurriedly punched the code into the keypad at the Imperial Lakes gate, struggling for a moment to remember the numbers - too much blood had gone south. Accelerating down his winding street, he gave his cock a furtive squeeze through his pants in anticipation. Now that he was close to home, his release imminent, Jackson felt an almost frantic urge to get it on with it.
He waited for his garage door to rise, thinking about women and their reaction to him. Most, if they saw him in public, no doubt would assume he had pussy thrown at him every day of the week. Jackson laughed wryly. He could not deny that when he wanted a particular woman, he generally could have her in short order. But in reality, his job greatly restricted his sex life. And since he could not tell people what his job was, he could not explain to them the isolation and lack of companionship he endured the vast majority of the time.
The truth was, he did a lot more jerking off than fucking� not that he was happy about it.
Getting out of the car and putting the door down, Jackson entered the dark, quiet privacy of his home and shucked his jacket on the way to the master bathroom, his stiffness a distracting heat beneath his clothes.
Undressing in the spacious bathroom, his new scars caught his eye in the mirror, and Jackson turned away. It angered him to look at them - they were too raw. But anger did nothing to lessen the intense pressure of his erection, and he turned on the shower. Though he had already showered that morning, he had no interest in wiping a three-week load of come off himself.
The water struck Jackson�s chest and ran warmly down his lean body. He leaned into it and closed his eyes, not yet touching himself; letting the trickling water tease his sensitive cock. It twitched in readiness: hard, hot, and alive. This would not take long� so he would make it a little different from his standard jack-off. Taking the new bar of soap, he rubbed it over his palm. Wrapping his newly slick hand around his cock, he began a slow massage.

Lisa. Lisa and her fucking lips� her mouth. In the theater, a brief but intense fantasy had bolted through his mind - in which Lisa moved over to the seat next to him and gave him a blowjob. It had been only a flash at the time, and he had hurriedly kicked it out of his mind, but now he allowed it to play out in full.

Lisa�s eyes glinted with dark and mischievous lust. �You must feel so good to be out of the hospital, Jack�� she whispered. �I�m sorry I never visited.� Her fingers crept to his zipper, the same devilishly lethal fingers that had impaled his throat. In the quiet of the theater, his zipper descended with a faint buzz, and he tensed his thighs. Already his breathing was slow and heavy in expectancy, and he flexed his firmness against her hand in appreciation as she freed him.
Lisa ran her thumb over the head of his dick, rolling the pre-come moisture down the front of him, and gave him an experimental lick with the tip of her tongue. Jackson held his breath. God, you bitch� just do it�
She enclosed his cock in the soft warmth of her mouth, and Jackson could not restrain a hissing gasp. His hands clutched at her head, tangling in her hair, as she sucked and licked along his length�

Jackson groaned, his cock tightening in his fist, and suddenly, without warning, the fantasy changed.

He had her against the wall. Lisa�s thighs trembled against his in the airplane bathroom as he pulled her panties aside and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. She flung her head back and moaned, bringing both legs up around his hips. Jackson delved into her hard, crushing her between himself and the wall, not caring who might hear. As if he could fuck the willfulness out of her. Each thrust brought him rapidly closer to the flame of orgasm, and he snarled against the wall, his fingers digging brutally into the soft flesh of her hips�

Jackson�s knuckles ground against the tile, pressed against the shower wall as he thrust his cock into his fist with slow, measured movements, in a half-conscious simulation of his vivid fantasy. He drew in an extensive, deep breath; lightning shooting down his spine and clenching every muscle in taut intensity. He came, groaning and gasping loudly above the hiss of the shower as the spasming orgasm drew out longer than any in recent memory.
Jackson opened his eyes, the water running over his head. �Fuck�� he swore, breathless. That was the best hand-job he�d ever given himself, without a doubt. Never in his life had he been so pent-up; never before had he been so frustrated, so turned on by a particular woman. Swiping his wet hair back out of his eyes, he turned to let the water massage over his back. Jerking off to Lisa was a release� but not good enough.
He would have her, or die trying.
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