He stays silent. His body is kind of rigid. His hand hangs loose in my grip, not responding.
But the worst part is what his closeness stirs in my body, something forbidden, something dark, something that should never be there.
The only person I ever wanted was Bay, so how is it possible that I want this man too? Maybe I really am a traitorous whore.
And then Dereck’s words echo in my mind, that Bay moved on, that he’s with Cosmo now.
Years have passed.
I’m trapped in my misery, while he’s living his life…
Maybe I should…
I rest my forehead against the man’s chest. Sweet Fate, his energy feels so much like Bay’s. Why? I want to sink into it. For a moment I forget that he isn’t Bay at all. Or is he? Somehow? Nah, impossible. And yet…
My hole pulses, my cock hardens, and I tremble, aching with a need I don’t understand. I crave him. Fuck, I crave him hard!
It feels like betraying Bay, or the idea of Bay, with this hunger for another man, but I simply can’t resist. CAN’T. I don’t know why it’s so overwhelming, powerful!
My breath catches, and before I can think, I step back, shove my pants down, and drop to the grass, arching my ass toward him.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me, I can’t live like this anymore…" The words spill from my throat without control, and I feel like I’m shattering into a million pieces, each one burning with shame.
What the hell am I doing?
He’s a stranger! Have I lost my mind?
Then I remember… Dereck always carries condoms in his wallet, just in case.
I reach for him, grab his wallet, and toss two condoms onto the grass.
The whole time, my ass is still raised toward the stalker, on full display.
"Fuck me, please, I want this! Let it be your reward for saving me… I consent; I want it."
The man’s eyes must be locked on my ass now, so I lower my chest to the ground, assuming the perfect ‘omega presenting’ position: elbows on the earth, ass high, knees spread, giving him a clear view of my pulsing hole and dangling balls.
I’m convinced I’ve just humiliated myself, that he’ll walk away, but then…
Something unbelievable happens.
He lowers himself behind me, drops to his knees, and suddenly, his gloved hands land on my hips.
Wow! A divine shiver runs through me. I moan, lewd and needy,
"Yes, yeah, fuck me," I whimper, like some cheap slut from a bad porno.
I’m slightly stunned when I hear more than see the man reach for the condom wrappers.
He tears them open. And what’s even stranger? He rips open both.
I’m too afraid to turn around, but my excitement spikes, sick, wild, intoxicating. This is actually happening.
Yes. This is how far I’ve fallen.
I’m letting a complete stranger (or is he?) fuck me, a man I know nothing about (or do I?).
I’m disgusting.
