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Wingman duty. “I’ve got you. You go after the girl. We’ll take care of the rest when it happens.”

He was too young for the condom talk, right? I eyed Neo. Yeah, I'd let Amantha handle that.

Neo smiled. “Thanks, Z.”

I fist-bumped him. “You're welcome. You've got this.”

Neo happily ate his nachos and drank his soda. I opened a pack of Reese's cups.

I could do this wingman thing. I was just happy I could help Neo out.

Chapter 14

Saturday, I pulled my helmet off and tossed it on my desk in the office. I took off my jumpsuit and put it on the chair. Eric also stripped out of his racing jumpsuit at his desk.

A big counter stretched across the room, separating our private desks from the public waiting area. Mark, our 30-year-old male office manager, sat at a desk across the counter beside the front door.

Eric and I had just raced, and I'd won, but I was still restless. The adrenaline rush hadn't helped like it normally did.

I realized I hadn't had sex for a week, not since before I met Amantha. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe I needed some release. I wondered if jerking off would make me feel better.

“I’ll be right back. Gotta take a dump,” I made an excuse to the guys.

A couple of grunts were the only reaction I got.

I walked into the small bathroom and locked the door behind me. As I walked forward, I undid my jeans.

I leaned one hand against the sink counter and watched in the mirror as I pulled my cock out of my pants and gave it a stroke.

My cock stood hard and tall, ready for action. It throbbed with pleasure, making it jump as I watched.

I brought my hand to my mouth and spit in my palm, then grasped my hand around my cock again.

My eyes closed at the delicious sensation I received when I stroked the makeshift lube over the surface.

I imagined a warm mouth wrapped around the girth of my dick; my cock disappearing as it slid between full, plump lips. A tongue tracing the bottom of my cock and a mouth pulling its way down the length, sucking especially deep when it reached the tip.

My strokes grew longer, faster; my grip tighter. I let my imagination take over.

The lips that encircled my cock changed to a set of pouty ones. My hand pressed against the back of her pink hair to bring her closer.

Fantasy Amantha deep-throated the length of my cock, swallowing around it.

Of fucking course my mind went straight to her. But my brain knew what it wanted.

The fantasy turned me on, and I stroked harder, jacking myself to the edge.

A groan almost escaped my lips, but I choked it back, right as cum spurted onto my hand.

I kept stroking slowly through the aftermath, my eyes still shut, pretending Amantha's mouth milked me dry.

When the feeling was over, I opened my eyes and stared at myself in the mirror.

While I enjoyed the release, I still felt unsettled. Maybe I'd have to make it through until Monday and skydive to feel normal.

Chapter 15

I sat on the wall on the roof of my apartment building later that night, dangling my bare feet in the crisp night air.