My heart skipped—actuallyskipped—when his hand slid away from my hip and rubbed my stomach in that lazy, tender way of his. Fingertips traced the shallow valleys of my tense abs like an explorer charting a route into unknown territory.
Wasthis unknown territory for him? Was I his first “home invasion”?
Thinking I might not be hisfirstsparked jealousy in me. Again—crazy. At this point, I’d accepted I wasn’t playing with a full deck and had embraced the jealousy. I wanted to bespecialto him, as special ashemademefeel. I’d never been special to anyone. Maybe I was reaching with this stranger.
Maybe?
So, yeah, I wasreaching. Shut up. I’m self-aware… now. I was obviously starving for affection and willing to accept it fromanyone, in any situation. Ihadn’tknown that about myself until that night, despite all the dates I had aborted. I thought I was being picky, weeding out the losers, but maybe I was just waiting for someone who made me feel… like this.
I was becoming way too invested. Yet even as I told myself to get a grip and resist this weird emotionalpull, I pressed back against him, welcoming his snuggling body and inviting thecuddle. He kissed my neck again, and another shiver zipped through me—all the way down to my toes, which curled tightly against the sheets, gouging the mattress.
His lips were soft against my damp skin, his breath pleasantly warm with a distant peppermint scent, as if he’d been sucking a candy cane just moments before. He softly nuzzled the short hairs behind my ear as his well-muscled arm casually embraced my midsection, his palm resting on my ribs, gently tucked between my body and the bed.
A shaky breath escaped my mouth, and I wanted to touch him, to trail my fingers along his arm, but I suddenly hesitated to make that contact. Until now, onlyhehad touchedme. Maybe that’s how he wanted it. Maybe he didn’t wantmetouching him, too. It seemed as crazy as everything else, but I was actuallyafraidhe would pull away and leave.
You should be so lucky—a last-ditch rational thought from what remained of my sane mind. But the notion of his leaving didn’t make me feellucky,as it surely should have.
Ididn’ttouch him. I let him cuddleme, and I won’t lie, it felt fuckingawesome. It was affecting me on multiple levels—too many for my short-circuited brain to process.
The moan was in my throat and out of my mouth before I could stop it as he slowly slid his leg between mine, his semi-erect cock smushing my testies in a most wonderful way. On reflex, I curled my leg over his thigh, intertwining our limbs—then froze, again worried about “touching” him back.
He didn’t flee. Or even flinch. His only response was to “nuzzle” his crotch more snugly against my ass. My leg tightened slightly around his, and his semi-erection morphed into afullhard-on, rubbing delightfully against the bottom of my cock. His arm squeezed a fraction, clutching me against his chest.
And he held me like that—totallylocked in—the heat of our bodiesfusingus until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. I know, it soundscliché, but I swear on all the fluffy critters, it felt exactly like that—as if we weremeltinginto one another. The tension in my body flushed away, and I wilted into his embrace, more relaxed than I had ever been in my life.
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His lips touched my earas he breathed directly into my ear hole. Or maybe he was softlyblowingin my ear. Either way, it aroused another batch of goosebumps that made my dick stretch and my pucker hole flex.
Please, fuck me.The desperate plea crawled to the tip of my tongue, but just before it leaped into the open air, I clamped my teeth and bit it back. I don’t know why. I was almost positive he would grant my wish—his cock was fully hard again, and the way he snuggled my ass made it clear what he wanted.
He kissed my shoulder and held me a little tighter, his breathing growing uneven. I slowly tilted my head back and turned my face away, exposing more of my neck.
What if he’s a vampire?
Completely random thought—I have them sometimes—which I immediately dismissed. I hadn’tinvitedhim into my house. Too bad; I’d always had a thing for vampires. Maybe that’s why I liked men whobite. Would the cuddler bite me? I craned my neck a little more, hoping he’d take the hint.
His hand untucked from beneath my ribs and caressed my chest. My nipples perked up as his palm grazed one, then the other. I swallowed so hard I heard my owngulp. He kissed my shoulder again, then dragged his soft lips along the curve of my exposed neck. Very gently, he squeezed my left pec muscle while his thumb massaged the pebbled nipple.
I moaned. My jaw was slightly clenched, so it came out through my nose in a puff of breath and sounded like a whimperingpuppy. I think he liked it because he pushed against my ass, causing his cock to grind my balls a little—which brought on another nose-whimper.
This time, when he kissed my neck, his lips parted, and I felt his warm, wettonguebrush my heated skin. I shuddered. He softly sucked at my neck, his teeth lightly raking my sensitive flesh. My jaw dropped, and a sharp breath escaped my throat. His fingers pressed tensely into my chest—and gentlypinchedmy nipple, his thumb and index finger rolling back and forth, stimulating the nub and nearly making me blow my wad.
A whimpering, barely audible“Uuuhhh…”tumbled off my tongue, followed by a slightly louder one when he nipped my neck and sucked harder. My fingers dug into my pillow as my back arched, shoving my ass deeper into his crotch.
His arm tightened, pulling me flush against him again. I trembled as pulses ran up my throbbing shaft. My balls were full and tight, and I became aware of grinding them on his cock.
He was breathing harder, too—his breath scalding my neck as his lips and teethmarkedmy tender flesh. I grew even more excited at the thought of seeing the hickies in the morning mirror—physical evidence that this was more than the deluded fever dream of a lunatic.
When his hand slid up to the base of my throat, my breath caught—not in fear, but in a rush of fresh excitement. His fingers closed around my throat, but didn’t squeeze. His mouth detached, then nuzzled my hair, his hot breath steaming the short strands.
A roll of his hips. Then another. And another.
His long, thick cock rubbed my dick, making it spit precum.
Holy hell, I was ready to cum again.
The cuddler pumped against my ass a few more times, igniting all kinds of aches through all parts of my body. My dick was stiff as a board, practicallyvibratingagainst the bed like a fuckingtuning fork,drooling all over the sheets.
