Page 34 of Semi-Rejected Life

Chapter Sixteen: River

To say Vince left me high and dry that night was an understatement. I spent the rest of the night obviously rock hard, my shorts tented up around my waist with a growing spot of precum as we both ate our pizzas. My appetite for food was lacking while my lust for Vince’s ass was growing harder and harder to ignore. But I forced it down anyway and I made sure not to say a word before I left for the night.

Step one of my plan was groveling, and that’s exactly what I was doing. Even if that meant sucking him off every night with no hope of reciprocation, I’d do it. He was letting me near him again and letting me touch him… how could I ask him for anything more? No, I’d do whatever he told me to without question or complaint.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t jerking off like a mad man. I didn’t even make it back to the hotel two miles away before I had to pull the van off the side of the road and rub one out. And then I did it again when I got back to the hotel and smelled his scent soaked into my pores. It was impossible to stop thinking about him and how much I wanted to breed that sweet ass of his again. But I had to push that urge down. Vince was testing me to make sure I wasn’t going to snap again. And I didn’t plan on failing.

So, for the next several days, I met him at the coffee shop every morning. I tried to buy him breakfast, but it seemed everything he got there was free. The owner, another wolf, got free pizza whenever he wanted in exchange. From what Vince told me, that was fairly often. I felt a bit jealous when I saw the two of them carrying on. Obviously they were very good friends. But I kept my mouth shut and did my best not to stare.

Then, after we were done at the cafe each morning, I followed Vince over to the pizza shop. Usually I helped him get the place ready and prep for the day. Once everything was ready, he’d grab me by the hand and lead me to the back room. There he’d force me to my knees, whip out his cock, and tell me to suck him off.

I did it gladly.

He liked it when I had one hand on his cock and the other on his balls. But that didn’t really leave me the option of pleasuring myself. One morning I got so horned up while sucking him off that I was rocking my hips without noticing. I found a good bit of friction against my shorts and my leg and before I knew it, I’d cum all over myself and the carpet. Vince called me a pathetic slut and told me to keep sucking. Then, after I was covered in his seed, he told me to clean up the floor and get out.

And I did what I was told.

There was an amount of bliss that came with being used like that. But I knew what Vince was doing. He was using me the way I’d planned to use him for my entire stay. The tables had been turned, and I was given a taste of my own medicine. However, the sad part was that I didn’t mind. In fact, I was starting to love it. The way he treated me like I was just a mouth to be used… it was awakening something in me. I wasn’t worried about my own pleasure anymore. It was all about him.

So when Vince invited me out to the beach on his day off, I expected nothing less. However, when I got his text, it made my heart jump right into my throat.

Vince: Meet me at the beach at noon. We’re going on a hike. And make sure you’re ready to bottom.

It wasn’t a question. It was a command.

Now, bottoming wasn’t totally new to me, but I rarely did it. Being an Alpha, it felt like my natural position to be the top in any sexual intercourse, regardless of who I was with. Only a couple of times had I tried bottoming and while I liked it, something about it didn’t feel natural to me. However, the thought of being fucked by Vince got me a lot more riled up than I thought it would.

I eagerly wrote back.

Me: I’ll be there.

Vince met me in the parking lot at the appointed time. I’d decided to wear a fairly tight jockstrap that day not only to keep my chubby cock strapped down, but also to give him easy access when we finally got to the good stuff. I figured we’d come back to the van or something like that.

But Vince didn’t say anything about it. He just waved for me to follow and led me toward the trailhead at the far end of the parking lot.

I couldn’t help the building sense of excitement twisting in my stomach. Nervous didn’t begin to describe it. Anxious got closer, but it didn’t sound as fun as this was probably going to be. However my brain wanted to categorize it was fine. All I cared about was the dick. And of course showing Vince that I wasn’t just willing to trust him, but that I was serious about meeting his needs.

Honestly, I was just happy he was giving me the time of day. Being away from my mate was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

We walked for maybe five minutes, working our way up one of the dunes and into a small valley between a pair of them. Vince led me to a dense bit of woods where a few trees had fallen over. He stepped up to one, turned around, and crossed his arms.

“Strip,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

I did as I was told, not even leaving my shoes on.

“Good,” he said when I was finished. He reached into his shorts and flipped out that heavy cock of his. “Now get on your knees.”

I didn’t hesitate. Dropping to my knees in the leaf litter, Vince stepped up to me, his cock already hard as he stroked himself. I opened my mouth, knowing what came next. He grabbed his dick by the base, smacking it against my tongue.

“So eager to please,” he sneered, giving me a once over. “Be a good slut and get me ready to breed you.”

My cock gave a heavy twitch and I did as I was told. Wrapping my lips around his shaft, I worked my mouth up and down his raging hard on. The walk had heated up his skin and his sweat was so laced with his licorice scent that my eyes rolled back in my head out of sheer pleasure. I wanted to rub my face all over his cock and balls, letting that smell deep into every pore. I loved it and I could never get enough.

So I sucked him like my life depended on it. One hand held his thigh while I grasped his balls firmly but gently with the other. I slobbered all over him, giving him the sloppiest blowjob I could muster. After all, he’d needed to fuck me right? The saliva would help lube me up. And, if I was being truthful, I really just wanted to live up to his words. If a slut is what he wanted, that’s what I’d give him.

“Good,” he said at last, pulling his cock from my mouth with a small pop. A long glistening trail of saliva still connected us. “Stand up.”

I did as I was told, getting to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me up against a tree. Digging his fingers into my hips, he pulled me back so my ass was high in the air and my cock swung freely between my legs, precum dripping onto the leaves below.

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