Overstimmed E11 | Blowing a load doesn't solve all problems

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“What do you mean….I can’t control…”

I can’t process all the words in time. I sit up in the bed and watch the gray blur in front of me pace along the feet of the bed. Jonathan was talking at the speed of light and I couldn’t make any sense of it. I blinked until his face came into focus. 

None of the words made sense to me, but I could see how stressed out Jonathan was. His stubble had come in quite a bit more since last night and his slicked back hair has come undone too. I’m not even sure if he remembers that I’m there. I sat there, turning my head to follow his pacing until he looked up at me. His angry speech transformed into a low tone as my eyes met his.

“Alright, we’ll talk about this later,” Jonathan says before hanging up the phone. “Sorry.”

“What happened?” 

He paces back and forth at the foot of the bed. 

“Jonathan?” 

“It’s fine,” he mumbles while looking at his feet. I shuffle down to the edge of the bed to block him from pacing further.

“Can you sit? I’m getting dizzy just watching you.” 

“Helps me think.” Jonathan sits down anyway and I crawl behind him to hug him. “I’m fucked.”

“What happened?” I asked again.

“Stocks are dropping. Fast. One of our big deals fell through this morning.” Jonathan puts his face in his hands. “They’re going to replace me if I don’t fix this.”

“It’s going to be okay.” I comb down the part of his hair sticking up with my fingers. “You’ll figure it out.”

He grips onto my right arm that’s around his chest. “I’m scared, Leon.” The cracking in his voice nearly made me cry. I kiss him on his scratchy cheek. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“You relax. We eat something. You take a shower and then you figure it out.” I kiss him again and massage his left shoulder. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Jonathan takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

His hand gently leads my right arm downwards and the back of my hand brushes past his crotch.

He needs to destress.

I kiss him on his neck and Jonathan gives out a little moan. He flips my hand over and places it directly on his groin.

Hard.

“How much time do you have?” I pull his tank top off. This is the first time he’s smelt like anything but his cologne. 

“Maybe 15 minutes.” He helps me take off his underwear. I reach around with my right hand to hold his shaft. “Like last night. Please.”

I lean over his shoulder and drool out a long string of spit on his cock. Placing my other hand on his left pec, I massage lightly while carefully rubbing my saliva in. Each movement had a direct effect on his breathing and I controlled my strokes carefully over his sensitive cock head. 

“You tell me if you’re too close.” I kiss his neck again.

“I’m about to be.” His jaw is so tense. I switch to pinching his cock between my index finger and thumb. In this hold, I massage just the spot under his head.

“Oh…”

“Breathe. Remember?”

“Yeah…” I felt his chest and back expand as he took in a big breath. “Ah….”

I left little kisses on his shoulder as I kept my finger’s rhythm steady. Nipple play might set him off, so I decided to move down with my kisses. I suck his skin in a line going down his back until I wrap around his torso and position myself on the floor. As I moved, I closed my fist around him.

“Too much!”

I let go of his shaft and massage his inner thighs. When the twitching of his cock slows down, I stick out my tongue and place it where my fingers were underneath the head.

“Oh fuck…”

“Breathe. Take in the feeling as long as possible.”

“Oh FUCK!” His cock bounced on my tongue. I heard him desperately take in a deep breath but the exhale came out too fast.

He’s not going to last.

I flatten my tongue and lick from him the balls to the tip of his cock.

“Close!”

“Breathe…” I use the tip of my tongue to repeat the same path.

“I wanna cum.” I tasted his essence as some of it prematurely dribbled down his shaft. “I wanna cum!” I flatten my tongue again and give him a slow brush up the shaft. His cock bounces towards his body and then rebounds on my tongue. “FUCK!”

Watery cum sprays on my face and forces me to close my eyes. His cock bounces off my tongue again. 

“Don’t stop!”

I blindly lick upwards, getting his balls this time. More warm cum splatters on my face and the bitter essence invades my mouth.

“FUCK!”

Opening my eyes and feeling my eyes sting immediately, I lift myself up enough to place my mouth around his meat and close slowly around his throbbing cock. 

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

I let him throb deep in my mouth without sucking him, no matter how much I want him to squirm. This is for him. This is all for him. 

“Oh fuck…oh…I needed that.” His shaft throbbed its way to becoming soft. “Let me get you something.”

Jonathan comes back with a towel and I wipe my face quickly before sitting next to him on the feet of the bed. “Better?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan sighs. The stress was still in his voice. 

“It’s going to be okay, you know. Even if you get fired, you’ll be okay.”

“It will not be okay if I get fired! I have a house! My parents retired because I told them to.” Jonathan stands up abruptly and finds his underwear to put on. 

“It’ll be okay! Life isn’t just this job,” I say as I watch him mumble his breath. “You’re more than just a CEO.”

“I am not. This job is everything to me. You won’t understand. Where is my tank top?” 

I uncovered the sheet from the gray tank top and threw it at him. What does he mean I won’t understand?

“You can still have life without this job.”

“Yeah, sure, a life,” Jonathan scoffs and puts on some socks. “I’m afraid I’m not as pretty as you, Leon.”

“So?” I knew where this was going but I still had to egg him on. I couldn’t stop myself.

“No one is just going to hand me all of this.” Jonathan waves his hands around the luxurious room. “No one is going to fly me out anywhere. I worked for every part of this.” 

“I don’t need your handouts either,” I spat as I got up from the bed. I shoved the clothes I had hanging around into my luggage. 

“Where are you going?”

“Home. Don’t worry. I’ll pay for it myself.”

“Leon, don’t be ridiculous. We’re going back tomorrow.” 

“Go to work!” I kept my gaze turned away from him as I tried to get my luggage shut. A big sigh later, I heard the door close behind him.