WOLF LOYALTY

We’re Not Exclusive

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Amelia.

I get out of the car, holding my head high. “Raymond.”

What are you doing here so late?”

My head is still buzzing with the argument with Rogers, and I can’t think up anything better on the spot than the truth. “I fought with Rogers.”

Raymond’s mouth twists in distaste at the sound of his name. “I never thought you two were right for each other. I couldn’t believe it when I heard.”

*We are right for each other,” I growl

“Then what are you doing here?”

He has me there.

I… um…” Words aren’t working for me. I stride over to Raymond and kiss him. He responds by wrapping his arms around me, kissing me back in a way that makes me breathless.

He breaks away to lead me inside, closing the front door behind us.

I knew you’d come back to me.”

His kisses, now on my neck, are distracting, but I know I have to focus.

“Raymond, wait. This isn’t – I’m not coming back to you. If we do this, it’s a one-time thing. We’re not together.”

He pauses to look at me. “You think Rogers will take you back after you cheat on him?”

That’s extremely rich coming from you, Raymond.

I keep my thoughts to myself, scrambling for something to tell him. “We’re not exclusive.”

Then who says this has to be the only time?

“I do!”

“Mhmm, ok.”

I can tell he doesn’t believe me, but that’s his problem.

I let Raymond pull me through to the bedroom, pulling my clothes off on the way.

I’m already kind of regretting coming here, but not enough to forgo my release.

Nothing refreshes you like a good orgasm.

I’ll just get this done as quickly as possible, then go stay with Amanda for the night.

Raymond wastes no time in getting undressed either. He’s never been one for making slow, tender love. For ages when we were together, I wished he would, but now I’m grateful for it.

He pushes me so that I’m laying back on the bed. Our lips meet, and I lose myself in the familiar feeling of his tongue moving with mine, the taste of his lip, s and the little noise he makes in the back of his throat.

My hair is getting all tangled up. but that’s something to sort out later. I can feel the fitness against my leg. Raymond’s cock is hard and leaking slightly.

I push a hand down to my clit, rubbing quickly, trying to get myself ready. All the frustration from the fight with Rogers is begging to be released with a rush of pleasure.

Raymond leaves me to work my clit, moving down to my breasts. He sucks one of my nipples hard, eliciting a small gasp from me.

We were together a long time, and he knows just how to touch me.

His hands are quick and sure, skimming along my sides and coming back up to my breasts. I squirm under his touch, relishing the sensations that all run together in my mind.

Raymond seems ready enough, but I take his cock in my hand anyway. The harder he is, the better. A good pounding is exactly what I need to forget my troubles.

I run my hand quickly up and down his shaft. Raymond’s eyes slip closed, an expression of bliss on his face. I go faster, using some of his precome to slick his cock further. He rears up into my touch, his harsh breathing tickling my neck.

As he starts thrusting into my hand, I pull away. No way am Ietting him come now, not until he’s given me what I want.

I push him over so that I’m straddling his hips. I lift myself up and lower down onto his cock. Raymond puts his hands on my hips, helping me find a rhythm as I move.

His cock is huge inside me, pushing away all of my worries. I lose myself completely in the moment, keeping my mouth shut tightly to ward off any traitorous mutterings of Rogers’s name.

I slam down onto Raymond’s cock, gasping as sweat runs down my face. I grab one of his hands and put it on my clit, annoyed that he hasn’t gotten that much in all our years of being together.

He obliges, rubbing quickly in time with our movements. I let out a wordless yell as heat flushes my body and my thighs tense, my squeezing Raymond’s cock.

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Raymond is still thrusting his hips, chasing his own release, but I don’t care. I fall forward onto his chest, panting. He removes his hand from my clit, using both hands again to move me.

Several thrusts later, he’s coming too, grunting as his come fills me up. I fall to the side, letting his cock slide out of me.

I’m weak with the aftermath of my orgasm, and I’d like very much to curl up and nap, but not with Raymond here. Groaning, I roll out of bed.

Where are you going?

Home.

That’s it?”

You want a thank you?”

“No, I mean – you can’t just leave like this.”

I sigh, turning back to him as I pull my dress over my head. “It was great, Raymond, but I have to go now. As I said, this is a one-time thing.”

Like the last time was.”

Ok, so maybe I have been giving off mixed signals lately. It’s hard not to when I’m so confused about Rogers – both my feelings for him and the strange situation that I haven’t yet figured out.

This is the last one, I promise.”

Uhuh.”

I can tell he doesn’t believe me.

Maybe he has a point. I keep trying to forget Raymond, but seven years of feelings don’t go away overnight. I don’t want to be with him anymore, but letting go is harder than I’d imagined.

Goodbye, Raymond.”

I’m distracted by my thoughts as I walk to my car, closing the front door behind me. The lights in the house go out.

Raymond is probably asleep already. He always did want to sleep after having sex.

I’m certainly not complaining – this means he isn’t running after me, trying to convince me to come back to him.

It’s only as I start searching my bag for my keys that the full impact of what I just did hits me. Rogers will be so hurt. Beyond hurt. I didn’t care about that before, but now that my anger has faded, I suddenly regret ever coming here.

It doesn’t make any sense, of course. Rogers and I aren’t a couple. He shouldn’t care who I sleep with. We certainly never said we were exclusive. Still, I’m sure that he’ll see this as a betrayal, even though I can’t really put words to the reason, even in my own mind.

I dig in my bag, searching for the keys. Please tell me I didn’t drop them at Raymond’s house. No way am I going back in there. Maybe I should call a cab.

I step back from the car, searching the ground, hoping that the keys fell out as I hurried away from the house.

In my distraction, I don’t see the man coming up to me until he’s right in front of me.

I straighten with a gasp. He’s unfamiliar and average-looking, but the sight of him immediately fills me with fear. There’s something in his eyes that I don’t like.

Before I can say anything, he grabs me by the arms.

“Let go!”

He doesn’t respond, muscling me around so that my front is pressed against the car. I shriek and struggle, but he’s much stronger than I am, and I’m caught by surprise.

I’m about to scream for Raymond, but the man clamps a hand over my mouth. I pray that Raymond heard the one scream I managed to get out – more like a squeak of alarm than a scream – but the lights in the house don’t go on again.

I try to stomp on the man’s foot, but he dodges it in time. I twist as hard as I can. It does no good. I can’t get away from him.

His hand brushes against the backs of my thighs as he pulls my dress up.

The full implications of his intentions hit me.

Thad assumed he was going to rob me. What he intends is far, far worse than that.

I try to bite his hand, which doesn’t slow him in the slightest. No matter how I struggle, I’m helpless against him. My voice is muffled against his hand, and it’s dark. No one knows that I’m in trouble.

There’s no one to help me. Please, let someone see us. Let someone call the police before it’s too late. Please, help me.

He pulls my panties down to my knees.