Freeze up

“Mmmmmm,” Ray kisses you on the back of your neck as his arms squeezes your body against his, “Thank you darling, I can’t think of a better way to wake up.”

You’re frozen. You feel the penis in your hand throb out a few more loads onto your leg and then start to settle down. You belatedly let go, and feel it dribble on your hand before sagging on your thigh.

You take some sharp deep breaths. There was no way to explain this. No universe where you could possibly make Ray understand that this was accidental. You want to get away but that would involve scooting across the puddle on the sheets. The other way just has you back into Ray even more and he was already pressed up against you.

You’re trapped. You want this whole universe to explode and swallow you up and erase every memory of what happened. You want to isolate yourselfto make sure that nothing like this ever happens away.

Then you feel one of Ray’s hands slide down, across your belly. “Want me to return the favour?”

With horror, reply. “No! I mean… I think that’s enough.”

“Fair enough,” another kiss on the back of your neck.

You both settle there for some time. You have no idea how things got to this situation. You try to ignore the multitude of sensations, but can’t ignore the fact you can feel Ray’s chest against your back as he breathes in and out, feel his arms tight around you, feel his crotch against your padded ass.

He was holding you, in a hotel bed, having pretty much had sex with you. You were… this was nowhere near the position you wanted to be in with him, or with any man. Yet you were too afraid to move. Every move always seemed to make things worse. You stay there. Feeling his body heat against yours. Sickly fluids of both sweat and recent discharges against your skin. Your unreleased arousal still making it harder to think. And Ray’s body still embracing yours.

You despaired. Ray was literally not making a single move and yet he still had you.