She sounds excited, and when I look over at her as we relax on the couch, I see a sparkle in her eyes. She has an idea. I can tell.
“What is it, angel?” I ask, pulling her against me on the couch, my cock pressing into her hip. It’s like a constant companion these days, always hard, always dripping, always begging for attention it just can’t get.
“I think we’ve overlooked something vital,” she whispers, like it’s a secret. “You know how you can give me head, as long as I don’t give it to you?”
I nod, not sure where she’s going with this.
“Well, I know you can’t jerk yourself off, but no one said anything about me doing it.”
I sit up straight as her words register. What? How could we have been so stupid? I’ve been suffering for almost a month, and here is a perfect solution staring us right in the face. Much like my cock that’s pointing right at Ash this very minute.
A handjob. Hello. And yes, please.
Before I can even say anything, Ashley has her soft hands wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down in a way that feels so amazingly perfect that it almost hurts. Or maybe that’s just the backup of cum just waiting to be released.
“Oh, fuck, Ash,” I moan as she continues to work my cock over. I see her lick her lips, and I know she wants a mouthful, but we can’t. Not yet. But this—this is heaven right here. Having my angel’s hand on my cock, the other dropping down to cup my balls.
I glance up to the cameras that are installed in my apartment and give one a triumphant grin, lifting both hands to flip it the bird—a giant fuck you to Lola and anyone else who made me suffer all this time.
And, oh fuck, I’m so close. I’m about to explode everywhere.
“I’m going to catch it in my mouth, Carter,” Ashley says, breathless, her eyes so dark with desire they look almost black. I love that she’s getting off on doing this to me. And the words she just said have my balls tightening, my release treating to burst for at any second. Fuck, how did I get so lucky to find a woman like her?
Then, just as I feel the orgasm taking hold, the door to my apartment bursts open and Chase rushes in. Ashley’s eyes go wide, and she strokes harder, faster, intent on getting me off before Chase delivers what’s sure to be devastating news. If he’s going to blow this all to hell, I’m going to blow first.
Right as he reaches the couch, a loud “Nooooooo” falling from his lips, my orgasm rips through me. Huge, hot white jets of cum fly from my cock in giant spurts, every pulse of my release shooting my cum higher and higher. Two feet in the air, three feet, four feet, then—splat. Chase gets a full on facial, my cum shooting him right in the face.
He stops, his mouth agape as he stares in horror at me. Then he grits his teeth and delivers the message he was sent to give me, his eyes blazing.
“No. More. Hand jobs.”
Talk about shooting the messenger.
Three more weeks. I’ve got this, even without any more hand jobs because that was just the most fucking awesome hand job in the history of hand jobs. I can do this. Three weeks.
Ashley
It’s here. Thank fuck. The final week. Only one week to go, and Carter and I can be together.
I literally cannot wait to have sex with him. The buildup has been so huge that I know it’s going to totally rock my world. He’s so damn sexy. So perfect. Even though he’s had to suffer the past six weeks, he’s still so generous. You can’t ask for much more than a generous lover, right?
Except he’s so much more. I love everything about him. We’re so perfect together, and I can’t wait to get started on our real life.
I feel so terrible for him. Walking up to the countdown calendar we made, I wish he hadn’t had to suffer so much these past two months. It must've been terrible. I almost wanted to take a vow of chastity with him just so he wasn’t in this alone, but the look of horror on his face when I suggested it made me quickly change my tune. He told me that it was bad enough that he couldn’t do anything with me, but to be deprived of making me feel would be the ultimate defeat.
What could I say? I did my part for man and country and spread my legs and let him eat me out to his heart’s content.
Carter’s in the shower, so I take a minute to check my phone for emails and social media updates. The show is such a hit. The ratings have never been higher in all of the five years of it running. The network must be raking in a fortune. There are betting pools being set up all over the Internet debating over whether or not we’ll crack. Seriously? After all this time, they really think we’re going to give in right at the very end?
I see an email from Lola and hesitate before opening it. Last time I talked to her, earlier in the week, she was super pissed at me. I failed at the job I was hired for. She was so sure that if we were together, Carter would give in. She didn’t count on me being his support, helping him get through this in his weak moments. She didn’t count on my falling in love with him.
I toss my phone aside, and just as I’m about to go make something to eat, there’s a knock at the door. I frown. Who could that be? It better not be fucking Chase bringing us some other ridiculous scenario to make us fuck before the season finale. I can just see him saying that we have to sit naked for hours with Carter’s cock positioned an inch from my pussy, just waiting for him to give in and shove it inside. I roll my eyes. They would come up with something crazy like that.
When I open the door, I’m surprised to see Lola herself standing on the other side. Without waiting to be invited in, she just makes herself at home. I think I might hate the woman.
If I thought she was pissed the last time we talked, that was nothing compared to how she is now.
She’s practically seething. I know why she’s here, even though I’m surprised she actually came herself. The last time we talked, I told her I quit. What was I supposed to do? I can’t do this assignment anymore. When I found out from her what she actually wanted from me, I should have said no from the beginning. I shouldn’t have agreed to it. But I was so desperate to get to know Carter that I did it anyway. And I can’t bring myself to regret it now because we’ve fallen in love. Everything worked out.