No copyright infringements are intended. The plot is mine I'm just borrowing the characters
Deprivation Chapter 28
EPOV
I stayed on my knees for probably a good couple of minutes, I could still feel her juices all over my chin and cheeks so I brought my hands up to wipe my face. I smelt of her everywhere, my hands, face, and my fingers, everything. I couldn't work out what I'd done wrong; one minute I was revelling in the feeling of her coming, exploding was probably a better description and then the next thing she was leaving me…. again.
Finally I got up and made my way back to the changing room. I wasn't even going to bother trying to stop her this time, she obviously wasn't interested in meeting me outside of here, well to be honest I wasn't even sure what she was even doing in this room. As I sat naked in the changing room, my dick now shrivelled up and in hiding I made a decision, I needed to get laid. It had been weeks since my last alley visit and seeing as I was here I might as well make use of the facilities.
With that in mind I went and had a quick shower because I needed to get her scent off me, and as soon as I was dry I went back into the room but this time I made sure I was nearer the centre so if she did by any chance come back I wouldn't be the first person she encountered. I sat on the bench and waited ….
Sitting on my balcony the next morning, drinking my first cup of coffee of the day, I looked out over the neighbourhood. It was a lovely day far too nice to be sitting around. I quickly got changed and once my trainers were securely tied I set off to run in the park. My iPod was flooding my brain with my running playlist which meant I was able to just run. My mind was blank no thinking about her, no thinking about the disaster that happened after she left which incidentally I blame her for because if she hadn't run off like that I wouldn't have been in the room later on my own looking to get laid. I physically shuddered as I tried not to recall the events of the previous night. It was bad enough that she had run out on me again, but the fact I couldn't even get it up later when I had the opportunity to was just infuriating.
I knew someone new had come into the room, she was confident and knew where she was going, no fumbling for the rope or stumbling in the dark. She walked along the bench and stopped because she could tell someone was close by. It was a very strange experience, very different, she knew what she wanted and slid her hand up my thigh within seconds of placing it there. When it didn't slow down I knew she was going straight for my dick and I took in a deep lung full of oxygen and held my breath. She took this as encouragement and grabbed my dick tightly. I could hear her disappointed sigh when she realised I wasn't hard. She started to move her palm up and down but all I could think was that the scent was all wrong, I couldn't smell strawberries or coconut. I breathed out slowly and tried to focus on her hand, she was good at was she was doing, she had all the moves and was trying most of them. There was a little tug every so often, a swipe over the head and then she would run her finger under the head. Trouble was no matter what she did, nothing, no twitching, no jerky movements, definitely no swelling. After a few minutes she squeezed me again and with a sigh let go and stood up. I felt her step round me and move into the middle of the room, seconds later I heard a very high pitched moan and I wasn't sure whether she was giving or receiving, but at least she would get some form of release tonight.
So that's how I find myself trying to run my frustration away, I haven't had sex in a couple of weeks and I can tell, usually when I get like this a quick visit to Jasper's club solves all my problems. Perhaps that is the answer I'm looking for?
I call Jasper as soon as I'm out of the shower to see if he is around tonight. He tells me he is as he's working so I arrange to see him later. Emmett on the other hand is away on some sort of team building handholding trip these 'athletes' get to go on all the time. Personally I'm sure that after listening to his stories it sounds more like a break from the families and girlfriends so they can let some tension and stress out. It will be interesting this time to see what mischief he gets up to, or whether his new woman has got him by the balls.
The rest of the day I just chill, I catch up on some admin, pay some bills and do a little grocery shopping before finally getting ready to go to Jasper's club. I know a table is always reserved for us and that I don't have to worry about queues or anything so there is no need to rush. I put on a pair of black dress pants that the tailor at my club made for me. They fit me like a glove and I know my ass gets a lot of attention when I wear them. I team it with a slate grey silk shirt which I leave open at the neck and a casual jacket that is the same grey. After splashing on some aftershave I load my pockets, keys, wallet, phone, condoms and some loose change and make my way out front for a cab.
When I get to the club I'm really surprised that the place is so busy, I wave at Felix on the door and make my way up to the VIP balcony to Jaspers private table. The sight that greets me stops me dead. Not only is Jasper sat there with Alice on his lap, but he is also surrounded by several women, this is awkward, while I had guessed about Jasper and Alice actually seeing it was a very different thing.
"Edward finally! Come and meet everyone and help me dilute the oestrogen a bit will you" Jasper joked waving me over. I could tell from the look in his eyes he was worried about my reaction but who was I to judge, if he was happy (and he certainly looked it), then Emmett was just going to have to accept Jasper was what Alice wanted. I took a deep breath and headed their way. Alice jumped off his lap and came barrelling towards me grabbing my arm pulling me to the table.
"Let me introduce you Edward, this is Rosalie, Emmett's girlfriend along with Tanya, Bree and Jane. Down there on the dance floor are Bella, Kate, Irina and Angela. We are having a bit of a celebration for Bella, it's a girlie thing." She said, I wasn't sure what she meant with that but I just smiled and nodded, it was probably safest.
Surprisingly I had a really good night, the girls were funny and intelligent and hell bent on having a good night, not one of them tried to pick me up, but they were friendly and fun. It was obvious they were all close friends and they just wanted a good night out, they were concentrating on drinking and dancing and chatting and laughing and spending time with each other. It was as if they were a self-contained group that didn't need any outside forces to enhance their evening. I spent most of the night with Jasper and Alice, it was obvious they were very much a couple and had been for a while so I just relaxed and had a good night with my friends.
Several times the bodies at the table changed as they would get up and go off and dance to different songs, grab drinks and visit the Ladies room. They all seemed to get on really well, no rivalry or petty jealousy that you can sometimes get within a group of girls. There were blondes, brunettes, even a red head and all of them were head turners in their own right. As the night wore on I couldn't help but keep noticing the small brunette who stayed on the very edge of the group, I 'm sure her name was Bella and she was celebrating something that had happened. I was thinking it might be her birthday and if it was I could use that to go and talk to her, you know offer to buy her some champagne or something so I asked Rosalie.
She just laughed at me though and said that Bella had certainly 'come' of age this weekend. She seemed to exaggerate the word come for some unknown reason. Not wanting to appear stupid I let the remark go but the comment made the rest of the table excluding myself and Jasper collapse in hysterics. I still wasn't quite sure what she was getting at (and she didn't elaborate) so I sat back and just watched Bella from a far.
The more I watched her the more I knew where I'd seen her before because she seemed familiar, but I couldn't place her. I knew she had been at the table when I had spilt the beer, but that wasn't it. I knew her from somewhere else, I just didn't know where from.
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