Later, I’d blame the fatigue for what happened next. How I reached down between my legs and freed my aching cock. I’d blame the stress of the evening for how I spat in my palm. Or maybe the late hour for how I stroked myself.
As for what I pictured? There was no good excuse for that.
No way to explain why I imagined pushing my face between Dom’s muscled cheeks. Seeking out that tightly furled skin. Working him open with my tongue and fingers until he was ready for me.
My hips were moving too now, my cock shuttling through my fist as I pictured sliding into his tight heat. God, he’d feel so good. I could almost see his head thrown back on the pillow, the veins on his neck standing out as he gritted his teeth. He’d hold his legs open for me, talking me through it despite being on the bottom.
“That’s it, Shadow. Take me just like that.”
I wouldn’t need to hold back with Dom. Fuck, it’d feel so good to unleash all of that tension on him. To take out the frustration and anger he made me feel on his hole. I’d fuck him brutally, until he was moaning and writhing under me.
My orgasm hit without warning. I came with an inarticulate shout, my panting breaths loud in the quiet room.
It only took a few seconds for the guilt to surface.
What have I done?
Leaping off my bed, I raced to the bathroom. Icouldn’t look at myself in the mirror. Couldn’t face the judgement and self-loathing I knew I’d find there.
Why did you do that?
I rinsed my hands and splashed water over my face. Once. Then twice.
Finally, I forced myself to look at my reflection. The person who’d just betrayed his fiancée. Not physically, but mentally, at least.
But I just saw myself staring back.
Unsure what to think, I went back into my room and attempted to console myself.It was just a one-time thing. People fantasise all the time, even in long-term relationships. No one knows. No one ever will know.
But when I picked up my phone from the floor, I realised that wasn’t strictly true.
DOM
I’m sorry. I know this is hurting you, and I’m fucking sorry Shadow.
Not sorry enough to stop.
I wish I could.
But I can’t.
I can’t give you up.
Wait, are you getting off right now?
Holy fuck.
You are.
I’d know those breathy pants anywhere.
Oh my god, Shadow.
You have no idea how hot this is.
Are you thinking about me?
I bet you are.
