**I Need to Cum**

I’d been edging myself for hours, sitting at my desk pretending to work while my cock throbbed against the inside of my jeans. My balls were already aching, heavy with the need to unload, but I kept stopping myself, teasing the head with slow strokes through my pants, biting my lip as I imagined the relief of finally letting go.

But I didn’t want to just jerk off and finish. I wanted *her* to make me cum.

She was my ex—still friends, still stupidly attracted to each other despite the breakup. We’d been texting, flirting as usual, until she sent me that fucking picture of her in just a tank top and panties, one strap pulled down over her shoulder, her lips parted just enough to make me imagine them wrapped around my dick.

*”You look stressed,”* she’d written. *”Need help?”*

I didn’t even bother denying it. *”Yeah. Badly.”*

An hour later, she was at my door, smirking as she stepped inside. “You’re such a mess,” she teased, pressing a hand against my chest and backing me toward the couch.

I groaned, already hard again just from her touch. “You have *no* idea how fucking desperate I am.”

She laughed, low and knowing, then dropped to her knees in front of me. My breath hitched as her fingers worked my belt, then my zipper, her nails dragging over the outline of my cock through my boxers. “You’re gonna have to tell me what you want,” she murmured, looking up at me through her lashes.

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding between my legs. “I want your mouth. Now.”

She didn’t hesitate. My boxers were yanked down, and my cock sprang free, already leaking precum. She licked her lips, then leaned in, letting her tongue flick over the swollen head—just once, slow and torturous.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my hips jerking involuntarily.

She smirked, then wrapped her fingers around my shaft, squeezing just enough to make me groan. “You’re *so* close already,” she whispered, before taking me deep into her mouth.

The heat of her lips made my entire body tense. She swallowed me down effortlessly, her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock as she sucked hard. I could feel her throat working around me, her moans vibrating against my skin as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with every pass.

“Shit—*yes,* just like that,” I choked out, grabbing the back of the couch to keep from thrusting into her mouth.

Her hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently before squeezing, and I nearly lost it right then. My fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she sucked me faster, her lips tight and wet, her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I warned, my voice rough.

She moaned in response, sucking harder, her fingers digging into my thighs as if daring me to hold back. I couldn’t. My hips jerked forward as my cock pulsed, spilling hot and thick down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her lips still working me through it, milking me until I was shaking.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her chin glistening. She licked them clean, grinning up at me. “Better?”

I slumped back, breathless, my dick still twitching. “Yeah. *Way* better.”

She laughed and stood up, kissing me slow and deep, letting me taste myself on her tongue. “Next time,” she murmured against my lips, “don’t wait so long to ask.”

I groaned, already feeling my cock stir again. “Trust me. I won’t.”