15
JASON
It’s only been a few hours, but I’m already exhausted. I’m not great at marketing myself, but Fallon seems to be incredible at it. She’s boasting both my business as well as the winery, and is killing it. She’s exchanged information with so many people I’ve lost count. Spending this time with her, one-on-one has been enlightening.
We’re heading back up to the hotel room, and Fallon seems as beat as I am. She’s walking slowly, her posture not as straight as before, like there’s a weight pressing down on her shoulders. I’m definitely not looking forward to sleeping on that terrible couch, but what else am I supposed to do? It’s not like I’m going to make Fallon sleep on it, and we definitely can’t share a bed.
I can’t let myself get that close to her. All the infatuation I had for her back in college is starting to rush in anyway, and if I’m laying in a bed next to her, smelling that delectable perfume… I know if I let myself cross that boundary with Fallon, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I can’t let myself go there with her. I can’t do the relationship thing, and I get the sense that’s where things would go if I let myself give in.
It’s almost like Fallon reads my mind when I let us into the room. She starts to speak, and stops herself, before gaining the confidence to continue. “You’re sure you don’t want to have me sleep on the couch? Or we could…” She clears her throat. “We could share the bed.”
I’m shaking my head before she even finishes her sentence. “It’s fine, really.”
She reluctantly nods, and turns back to her suitcase. “I’m going to get changed.”
Five minutes later, I have what resembles a bed set up on the couch, knowing the actual couch is probably better than the thin mattress on the pull out. Fallon steps out of the bathroom, face washed and free of makeup, hair up in a messy loose bun on top of her head. It’s crooked and pieces are falling out of it, but it’s pretty cute. The sleep shorts she has on are barely covering the curve of her ass, and I do my best not to stare. My dick throbs. She has a loose shirt on top, and I can see the outline of her peaked nipples. Fuck. I withhold a groan, and shift so she can’t see my hardening cock in my pants. I need to take a cold shower.
“Bathroom is all yours,” she says, dropping her clothes into her open suitcase on the floor. I quickly grab my things from my bag, and head into the bathroom.
I take a deep breath, and stare at myself in the mirror. I beg myself not to give in, not to break, or even bend. I need to be there for Lennie, be the best dad I can for her, and as much as I want to believe it wouldn’t be, a woman, any woman, is a distraction right now. Between work, the still new contract with Meadow Grove, and the winery, I’m stretched thin. I’m already not there enough for my daughter.If I can’t give enough of myself to her, how can I offer someone a part of me that doesn’t even exist?
My dick is hard as a rock, and I do my best to ignore it, but it’s no use. Hopefully a shower will help. I start the shower, not bothering to let it heat up before I strip down and climb in. The cold water is like a shock to my system, making me gasp and shiver. My dick is still rock hard, clearly not deterred by the freezing water. I wash my body quickly, avoiding all contact with my cock, trying not to give into it.
After washing my hair, thinking of anything but the gorgeous woman in the next room, I’m still hard. There’s really only one surefire way to get rid of it now, and as much as I don’t want to give in, I also don’t want to walk out of this bathroom with a clear as day erection.
I sigh, wrapping my palm around my shaft, and squeezing tightly. I swallow the groan that is threatening its way up my throat as I begin to stroke myself in quick, hard pulls.
My mind strays as I suddenly picture Fallon on her knees in front of me, hair wet and stuck to her face, her breasts heavy and hanging bare with water cascading down them. Her nipples are pointed and look eager for my touch. She looks up at me, those green eyes round and innocent.
My balls tighten and I try to stave off my climax, to give myself another minute to enjoy the fantasy, to live out this perfect moment that can never become a reality. I squeeze tight, almost to the point of pain, and in my mind, I’m touching Fallon, playing with those pert nipples and round breasts.
Her mouth falls open as I touch her, breathy gasps and moans slipping from her lips as I kneel before her, sliding my fingers between her slick folds, tasting herpleasure.
I come with a groan, white spurts hitting the wall of the shower as I come harder than I have in months, possibly years. I don’t focus much on my pleasure anymore, using it more as a simple release than anything. I watch as the water washes away all signs of my orgasm, of my slip in self-control.
My dick is no longer hard, so I do one final rinse, and shut off the water. I dry myself off and change into my pajamas. Thankfully, I decided to bring a pair of pajama pants, instead of planning on sleeping in my usual boxers and no shirt.
My phone buzzes on the countertop.
Josie
**sends a photo of Lennie snuggled into the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a huge grin on her face.**
We’re having so much fun!
Me
You guys are going to be great parents someday. Thanks for watching her.
Josie
Thanks, Jason.
Me
Let me know if you need anything.
Josie
