Torn

I Need You

Hey so this is a story I wrote in 2018 I'm trying to update it as I feel the urge. It's already complete, but I'm gonna redo the next chapter which is the last. I hope you enjoy it💋

    After that night of heartbreak Larry dove into work full force. He buried himself so far in that he couldn't see anything or anyone else. Including the needy girlfriend he had around all the time whining. "Larry talk to me" anytime played his video games. And God forbid he laid down when she was around. She really started in. So one night while he was relaxing and in to his game she asked "what happened in Texas?" Pausing for a slight second he ignored her not wanting to think about Texas. He just wanted to forget and possibly never return to that state again. Knowing eventually he would have too "nothing happened" was his cold response. So with a upset and defeated pout she walked away. Taking a breather he paused his game and just sat with his eyes closed trying to rest his now racing mind.

   Trying to recover from that haunting day sleep had not been his friend. Lately he's woken up with either tears stains on his face. Hard as a rock. Or both depending on how she came to him that night. As of late, it had been in wildly vivid memories of their sex. These dreams always had him gripping, and grinding in his sleep while moaning out her name. Things had gotten so bad lately he'd started grinding into the sheets. One extremely intense night had him ripping them. In that one he was seeing as well as feeling her butter soft yet firm body as he gripped the bed digging in.

The Dream..
   Hands and nails raking down his back lead to him growling and thrusting deeper into her magical yoni. "yesss.." He hears her moan out "you like that baby?" he asks gently kissing her lips seeing her face contort and head go back as she moans out "yeess.." again. He bites his lip at the feel of if her tight, wetness as her muscles contract and flutter around him. "Deeper" he hears her moan as her hands grip his back "you want me deeper?" He asks knowing he can do it but fuck it might end this quickly. But her response though broken is sure "deeper Larry pleassseee". Always one to grant this woman's wish he rotates his hips and slides right into her g spot and whispers "I got you baby", as soon as he says that she disappears.
End..

Waking up Larry looks around at his surroundings searching for Blake especially when he drops his body realizing it was all a dream. Hitting the bed go with frustration he turns onto his side, and shakes his head "not again..". Sliding a hand down to squeeze his overly and now achingly hard, hard on. "Fuck" he groans out. Gripping his hair knowing he has to finish himself off yet again. Yea he could easily have his girlfriend do it and just imagine Blake's face but he didn't wanna taint her memory like that so he gets up and heads to the shower. Turning it on he leans against the counter waiting till it's nice and steamy in the room. Stepping in his body relaxes a bit under this hot perfection, he stands there for a moment just letting the water soak his body before reaching for his favorite soap. Bringing the bottle to his nose he inhales the fragrant liquid and smiles, this is the one Blake bought months ago, and it easily takes his mind to her. Pouring some on his sponge he goes into a daze as it lathers. Images popping up and he doesn't notice his growing manhood until he finally looks down and shakes his head "damn". Moving under the water letting its warmth run down his slim, muscled frame. He puts the sponge aside and pours a little soap into his hand letting its fragrance fill up the space surrounding him. Falling into her memory again he places one hand on the tile in front of him. While the other slides across his chest, spreading the creamy soap along it's firmness. His eyes shut as the water washes away the soapy evidence, and his hand follows the path it laid out while making his way down over his defined adonis belt. With a firm grip Larry palms himself releasing deep chest rumbling groan. Outside this door not just his moans can be heard this time words are involved, sentences, phrases, praises of a job well done can be heard through the door of his bathroom.