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My excitement wanedwhen the cuddler passed up the chance to get me off again. The heaviness of his own cock made it clear he could have quickly gotten back to working order as well. So… whynot?
I didn’t know what to do when everything stopped. The only movement was his hand, still lightly stroking our dicks—not with purpose, but as an afterthought. Or a casualrubdown… as if tocoolthe fire rather thanstokeit.
It wasn’t “cooling” anything in me. My blood still boiled, and I swear I felt steam coming out of my ears; I was so fuckinghot. I wanted his cockin my ass. Surely, that was his next “conquest.” How could itnotbe? Who jerks a man off and then juststopsthere? Why risk crawling into a stranger’s bed without the intent of “going for the gold”? That didn’t even make sense.
What about this does make sense?
Well… nothing. Even so, my point still stood—why go this far and not all the way?
Maybe he’s just taking a breather. If he jerks off that hard—imagine how “vigorously” he fucks?
I was imagining it, and it made my dick harden in his hand. Isubtlynestled my ass into his crotch—just in case he had any “misgivings” about whatIwanted. I couldn’t say why I thought he would have concerns about thatnow. I mean, the whole peskyconsentthing had gone out the window when he crawled into mybed and cuddled my ass. I didn’t know what “moral dilemma” I thought he might be struggling with.
He responded with a discreetnudgeof his hips. My silly heart leaped, and my crazy pulse went even crazier. My reviving erection swelled in his loose fist, and his cock stretched along my shaft, both members sufficiently coated in his cum. He lazily stroked both muscles, giving a gentle squeeze now and then that sounded slightlytacky.
I shivered with delight and started to salivate, wondering what he tasted like. The last dick I sucked wasn’t veryflavorfuland literally left a bad taste in my mouth. But I knew the cuddler’s cock would be delicious. How could I know? No fucking clue. I justknew—and desperately wanted to prove myself right. If I promised to close my eyes and not look at his face, would he let me suck him? I swear, I’d make that deal for just onelick.
When I began pushing my dick through his fist, he slowly withdrew his hand instead of stroking harder. His heavy cock stayed tucked between my thighs, nestled against my balls, which were filling up again. His semi-hard flesh was hot against my sack, twitching with each shift of my hips. I wanted it in my ass again, wedged between my scalding, sweaty cheeks. More than that, I wanted itinsideme. Surely he wanted the same—it was unthinkable he wouldn’t.
His hand, slightly sticky with his own cum, slid over my hip and waist, gently squeezing my feverish flesh. Goosebumps prickled my skin. He pressed his lips to the nape of my neck, and more gooseflesh sprouted over my body. His breathing had calmed somewhat, but I could still feel a slight quickness in his breath as it puffed warmly against my neck.
Then hekissedme. Barely. But it was definitely akiss. Right on that sensitive spot at the back of my neck. He may as well have jabbed me with a cattle prod for theelectricitythat shotthrough my body. My dick hardened so fast I swore I heard a cartoonishdoink!I exhaled a quick, soft“Huh.”Then my pulse went through the roof. I hadn’t thought my heart could beat any faster or harder without exploding, but it managed to exceed my expectations.Thank God for the daily sprints on the treadmill.
I was breathless—fuckingbreathless—from that tiny little kiss on the neck. No one—and I’m talkingno-fucking-one—hadeverhad this effect on me in my entire freakinglife. How was this happening? I hadn’t evenseenhis face ortouchedhim with my own hands, yet-
Here I am, Rock you like a hurricane.
Yes,that—rocking my world like a fuckinghurricane!
I won’t lie; the swell of emotions that suddenly overwhelmed me was a tad… disconcerting. I wasn’t a very emotional person, which, in retrospect, probably explained why I didn’t bond easily with others. I couldfeel, but I certainly wasn’t aslaveto my emotions. Still, here I was, getting choked up over a littlepeckon the nape of my neck. Was I thatlonely?Thatsex-starved?
Maybe…attentionstarved?
That didn’t sound like me. Or maybe it did. I was starting to think I didn’t know myself as well as I thought I did.
But surely I was simply having a “reaction” to the high-tension circumstances of a stranger—anintruder—breaking into my house and making himself at home in my bed. I mean, whowouldn’t?Was he a harmless sex fiend? A dangerous predator? I didn’t fucking know. So, of course, my emotions wereall over the fucking place.
His hot, sweaty chest pressed flush against my slick back as his hand flattened against the front of my hip, drawing me more firmly to him… as if he didn’t want even an inch of space between us. I have to be honest, this wasn’t only an incredible turn-on; I found itsweet as fuck, like hehadto be this close to me.
I was under no illusions—this was all fuckingcrazy.
Nothinghe did should turn me on or make me think it’ssweet.
I knew I should be seeking the quickest exit route, my brain working overtime to come up with an escape plan. Maybe leap out of bed, grab my phone, run to the bathroom, lock the door, and call the fuckingcops?Something like that?
I just lay there, reveling in the heat of his body, my skin tingling where his palm pressed against my hip, holding me against him. My brain was mush—it wasn’t formulating a goddamn thing… except how to get his cock inside my ass. That was the extent of my “planning.” I entertained no thoughts ofescape. I was at his mercy. I had no idea what it ultimately meant for me, but I decided I didn’t fuckingcare. Too late for that, anyway.
If he meant to murder me, at least I’d go out with empty balls.
Don’t misunderstand me. I didn’twantto die that night. Honestly, despite the unusual circumstances, I didn’t feel my life was in danger. If I’d felt he was a threat, I might have reacted differently. But I didn’t, so I went with it. Sidenote—I might have gone with itanyway. I was pretty horny. And as any young, hot-blooded man will tell you—sexsupersedeseverything.Everything.
The most disturbing part of all this wasn’t having sex with a stranger who had broken into my home… but the unsettlingemotionscoursing through me. As much as I wanted him to fuck me, I couldn’t deny the pleasant,contentfeeling of just lying there with him, listening to him breathe, savoring the rise and fall of his chest against my back, his hand resting almostlovinglyon my hip.
I’m going over the deep end.
I had to be. This couldn’t benormal. Could someone lose their mind “all of a sudden”? Could insanity happen that quickly? I was beginning to believe so.
