ALEX #11
"You know, darling, this all started with you, our little innocent joke with that stupid inhaler, the one your useless boyfriend took so seriously," Rob murmurs in my ear. "A stupid little joke, and you turned it into something much bigger."
What am I supposed to say? That they’re the ones who did something unforgivable? That they’re the ones who hurt Bay? That they’re the ones who escalated everything? I can’t say any of that.
"Leave me alone, I don’t know what more you want from me after all these years, I’m not even with Bay anymore, this is all in the past…" I choke out, or try to, because Rob’s hand is blocking my mouth and I can barely speak. His body presses hard against mine.
"I’ve always wondered," Rob murmurs into my ear, "how you and Bay even do it. Does he even fit inside you?"
I freeze. For some reason it hits me as strange that Dereck said the exact same thing yesterday. Why?
I glance at the unconscious beta on the ground.
Why did he even come here? Why show up after the lecture? I didn’t ask him to. He chose this route, this group of students. Maybe it’s just paranoia again, but I have to ask.
"Dereck. Did you tell him to do this? To lure me here?"
Did he want to have sex with me before I would be… ruined forever? It’s sick to even think about. But maybe I’m wrong. Paranoia is my everyday companion, after all. I can’t wrap my head around it, and I get no answers from the Hansons, maybe that’s for the best.
Rob presses his lips to my ear and whispers even lower, "We’re about to find out if I fit inside you."
Then he shoves me to the ground.
For a brief second when his hand leaves my mouth, I let out the loudest scream I’ve ever made in my life.
And then I hear the pounding of footsteps.
Unbelievable.
Impossible.
And unbearably wonderful.
He’s here again, my old savior. A whole year has passed, and he’s still watching over me.
But why?
How’s that even possible?
The next thing I hear is a horrible, sickening crack, the sound of a bone breaking.
With a feral howl Rob Hanson collapses, his elbow twisted the wrong way entirely.
Vin leaps at my savior with surprising speed and determination, like he’s been trained, but he’s no match for the stalker. In a fraction of a second he’s on the ground as well, knocked out cold. I can’t even process what my savior did.
Then the masked man turns toward the whimpering Rob, leans over him, and with one brutal downward punch knocks him out. Rob goes still, blood spilling from his nose.
The situation now is this:
Three unconscious bodies lie on the ground: Dereck, Rob, and Vin.
And standing tall above me is my strange, victorious stalker.
The silence is crushing.
"Who are you?" I manage to say with my shaking voice. "Are you watching me? How are you always there when something happens to me?"
The man stands absolutely still, facing me, but his face is hidden behind a solid black mask. As before, his eyes are completely covered.
One more time, I try to catch his Allure.
Still, his scent doesn’t remind me of anyone, even though I try desperately to remember if I’ve ever met someone like him.
It’s a neutral smell to me, like dry autumn leaves, a scent like natural pheromones, not artificial, but I’ve never met a man with this Allure scent before.
What shocks me is how calm his heartbeat is now. It’s not like the last time. Now it’s a little fast, but nowhere near my panic thuds.
His heart…
I listen to the deep, steady rhythm. You can’t identify a person by heartbeat, of course, but something about his makes me feel strangely safe.
"Thank you, thank you for saving me again…" I blurt out shakily.
Slowly, I stand and walk toward him.
Damn, the height difference between us is ridiculous. I’m somewhere between five foot two and five foot three, and he’s somewhere between six foot seven and six foot eight.
He doesn’t move. I notice thick gloves on his hands.
I take another step, then another.
He still doesn’t react.
Finally, I take the last step and… I wrap my arms around him.
Oh, dear Fate, it feels incredible, and impossible, because the closeness of other people usually feels repulsive or uncomfortable to me.
But not his. His touch is bliss. It’s warmth and comfort. My whole body trembles with relief, just from being pressed against him. My hands cling to his thick jacket.
"Who are you?! You feel like him!"
I can hear him take a breath and a sudden wave of fear hits me.
"No! Stop! Don’t tell me."
His breath quiets.
"Don’t fall out of the role, whoever you are," I whisper, barely audible. "I just want to say… thank you. Thank you!"
Then I take his gloved hand and press my lips to the back of it.
"These people are monsters, and you saved me. Ask me for anything you want."
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.
There’s this twisted feeling in me. For the first time since breaking up with Bay, I want someone else… and I thought it was completely impossible. How strange. Could that actually be proof that it’s Bay? No, there’s no time to dwell on that.
A moment later, I feel his hands on my ass again, gliding over my cheeks, his fingers spreading wide as he gently squeezes my soft flesh. I don’t work out, so I don’t have rock-hard glutes, just two pale cushions.
But he doesn’t care. He spreads me wider, and his thumb brushes over my entrance, which responds instantly, pulsing, opening even more.
"Do it. I consent!"
And then I feel the press of his cock—double-wrapped in latex—against the skin of my hole.
It’s real. I’m doing it. Insanity.
My heart pounds wildly, my breath shallow and uneven, but miraculously, I don’t need my inhaler. Every part of me tenses and hums, pulling me toward something incomprehensible, my hole stretching under the pressure of his cock, inch by inch, his hardness filling me.
He’s fucking huge! Just as thick as Bay. I moan loudly, the pleasure so overwhelming I feel like my cock, hard as tempered steel between my legs, might explode any second.
This is real. Right here, on the lawn in the middle of the park, I’m giving my ass to my stalker.
And I know it won’t last long. I can feel him deeper, filling my channel with his heat, his massive presence. My hole stretches to its limit, right at the edge of comfort, yet I still crave more.
I rock my hips back, urging him deeper, deeper, deeper…
"Yes, yes!" I gasp, thrusting back again, and he fills me even more. I can feel my stomach bulge under the pressure of his massive cock.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" I beg, because fire is coursing through my veins. I’m trembling, my hole so pleasure-drunk it feels like every thrust triggers a micro-orgasm. His gloved hands grip my hips hard, and he starts pulling back slowly, savoring the moment, then slamming deep
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
I’m stuffed, skewered, my cock can’t take it, too much electric pleasure, and suddenly I explode, shooting cum onto the grass.
But it’s not enough, I don’t want to stop. I still feel pressure in my balls, my hole pulsing, clenching around him. I hear his breath through the mask, deeper, more ragged, guttural. It sounds like he’s struggling to hold back too.