In the beginning
Jeremy
“Oh, yeah, hot stuff,” the oaf grunting over me gasped as his hips jackhammered against my butt, shoving me another inch further up toward the headboard as I idly wondered how long it was going to be before he blew his load. After all, if it wasn’t soon, I’d need to consider bracing myself to keep from banging my head.
I sighed and then rolled my eyes when he misinterpreted it.
“Oh, yeah, feels good, huh?” He did something weird with his hips that made his dick poke sideways, ramming into the side of my channel and missing my prostate entirely. Not a good feeling.
Luckily, I was saved from having to work up an appropriate response by his alarmingly harsh breaths speeding up and his already uneven rhythm becoming jerky and irregular.
“Gonna come, sugar ass,” he grunted, shoving his dick deeper and dropping his weight on me, forcing my face into the pillow.
Sugar ass? Really? No wonder this clown had to resort to hookup apps to get laid.
I struggled to stay still for a minute, making sure he’d actually finished, before tensing my body and rolling over, depositing him on the bed next to me.
“Great. Well, thanks for the fuck.” I jumped from the bed and reached for my clothes, wincing at the feel of his spunk dripping down my leg.
“You sure you gotta rush off?” He raised up on one elbow, grabbing his flaccid dick with the other hand and beating it like it owed him money in a desperate attempt to bring it back to life. “Stay for a bit and I’ll take you on another magic carpet ride!”
Ugg.
Stupid git either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care that I hadn’t even gotten off.
Not that it mattered; I wasn’t there for pleasure. I could handle that on my own when I got home. I’d been after one thing and one thing only – an injection of hot Alpha cum to stave off the worst of the heat symptoms. Without a mate to breed me or access to suppressants, twice-a-day fucks and the black market birth control implants in my hip were the only way to keep from being used as breeding stock by my familial clan.
It took me a minute to realize that my host was still waiting for a response, his drooping dick flopping around like a spaghetti noodle as he tried to jerk it back awake.
Shit. I almost considered it. I mean, it was already late, and I was going to have to find another partner by morning, and, shitty lay or not, this guy had been polite and gentle.
Safe.
My eyes dropped to his still floppy penis.
Yeah, no. Better to play to his ego and make a quick escape.
“Sorry,” I sent him my sweetest smile and batted my eyes, backing toward the door of the one-room apartment. “I don’t think I could handle another round with that monster cock.” I pretended to wince. “I’m not going to be able to sit for a week as it is!”
“You ain’t the first to tell me that,” he boasted proudly. “Next time you need a little loving, you give Big Daddy a ring, you hear?”
I nodded and ducked through the door, closing it behind me and sighing in relief when I was alone in the dingy hall.
Whew.
A couple more days of anonymous hookups and I’d be able to refocus my thoughts on where I was going and how to get there.
~*~
Even though it had been well after midnight when I’d scored my last hookup, the sun was barely up when I realized that the trick I’d landed the night before either hadn’t shot enough or had a high enough hormone level to help for very long. The familiar hot, itchy feeling returned. It was promptly followed by the burning tightness of being forced into skin that was too tight to stretch over my limbs. My heat symptoms were coming on with a vengeance, so sleep was going to have to wait. I groaned and turned the shower on as cold as it could run.
As amazing as the cold water felt on my overheated skin, I still needed to get my next Alpha lined up and I didn’t dare dawdle. Before the water had finished draining from the tub, I was dripping on the plush Caribbean-blue bathmat and scrolling through the profiles of the men logged onto the Do Me Dirty app, looking for one close to the high-end penthouse apartment I was temporarily calling home and willing to travel. Now that my scent had begun to change, it wouldn’t exactly be safe to be out in the streets.
I flipped through the options quickly, skipping over anyone without the bold-type A that signifiedAlphastatus. After all, there wasn’t any point in a random hook up that wouldn’t get me relief.
The floppy fornicator from the night before popped immediately and then sent me a private message, but I ignored him and kept on scrolling. I was about midway down the first page when my finger reversed the scroll to return to a profile I’d skimmed too quickly.
Unlike most of the profiles that might feature a headless torso or a tacky dick pic, this Alpha had uploaded a standard shoulder and headshot, almost like a passport photo. With thick, auburn hair, a strong chin, and eyes that seemed to carry a multitude of different colors, he was definitely handsome.
