People stopped and stared as I cried my eyes out loudly enough to draw the attention of passersby. I was making a fool of myself, but I did not care; my world had been shattered by my cheating boyfriend, who doubled as my boss. I was out of a job and single all in one afternoon after sacrificing three years building a business together. They had thrown me out into the cold streets along with the rest of my belongings, which were now scattered all over the sidewalk, the final blow that had led to my meltdown.
After a full thirty minutes of screaming and sobbing, I was picked up by the guards who had thrown me out. Guards I had personally interviewed. They threw me in the cab headfirst before shoving my things beside me. I was forced to silently sob after giving the cab driver my address. At the very least, I was multitasking even if I was unemployed. Something between a sob and a giggle escaped my throat, startling the driver, who had spent half the time throwing glances at me, probably concerned.
I dragged myself up the five flights of stairs that led to my house. I collapsed on the floor of my living room, having no will to clean myself and get to bed, all of it seeming so pointless after losing all my hard work, as if it was nothing. The love part of it I could tolerate; it wasn't the first time my heart was broken, but building something I loved from scratch, I wasn't sure I had enough motivation in me to even try it again.
When darkness fell, I managed to drag myself to bed and took out my laptop. I was not going to find the solutions to my problems by wetting my floor with tears. My eyes were almost swollen shut at this point, but the tears still flowed as if trying to erase the memory of the past few hours. I still couldn't understand how I could wake up in the morning thinking I had the perfect life and manage to have nothing before noon hit.
I snuggled into the covers and tried to distract myself with my favorite manhwa anime, hoping that watching men fall in love with each other would ease the searing pain that was my current reality. The series was set in the Omega verse, and it was currently the highest top-ranking web novel with more than ten million avid subscribers. The storytelling was phenomenal except for the instances when the main character let people push him around, which was way too often for my liking.
I tried reading the manhwa, but my tears stubbornly flowed for my eyes; the book I loved offered very little comfort. Once again, the main character, who worked for their country's biggest weapons manufacturing company as an accountant, was torn between his three suitors. With his heat cycle fast approaching and having relied on alternative ways to weather these trying times, he was running out of time. He could either look for a casual fling to ease the need he could feel slowly bubbling under the surface, or get a permanent mate. On top of everything, the main antagonist of the book, a rich, spoiled brat who had been hired through nepotism, chose today to attack him.
It was just a book, one that brought me a lot of joy in the past. Even when the main character went through hell, I had always been objective. However, today was not a good day for me, and watching Ristof, the main character, have another bad day broke the last shred of will left in me. As if in a trance, I set my laptop down and climbed out my window. The street below was dark with very little traffic, as most people were home with their families. It wasn't until I heard laughter coming from my neighbours' house that my plan fully took form. With tears clouding my eyes and one look at the blurry nightlife let the window frame down and watched as the ground rushed up to meet me in a punishing but final embrace.
I closed my eyes at the last second, not wanting to see the very end. A second passed, and another and another. Air was still rushing past me as if I were still free-falling, but another warmth had my body tingling and vibrating with an intense feeling that I couldn't quite place. A full minute went by before I ventured to open my eyes, and the second I did, my surroundings changed. One second, I was suspended above the concrete floor; the next minute, I was in bed.
I tried getting my mind up, still struggling to process what had just happened. Had it been nothing but a dream, a twisted escape for my tortured mind? I tried to get up, but a hand reached out and pushed me back down. Any other time, I would have screamed my head off, but I was not sure if I was still dreaming. As I turned to look at the owner of the hand, it dawned on me that although I was in bed. It wasn't my bed. My mind screamed to run, but the message echoed in my head as the rest of my body remained locked in shock until the hand raised my chin, and I found myself staring at ocean blue eyes that seemed to see through past my soul and into my essence.
This had to be a dream, I concluded as I took in the human version of one of the characters in my book. He was identical down the fictional scar that ran across his arm, lined with tattoos that aimed to exenuate the scar rather than hide it. Even as my mind buckled, my body's shock transformed into a familiar out-of-place feeling considering my current state. My body felt hot, uncomfortably so, sweat started dripping from my neck, and as if he heard it, the man in front of me lurched so fast at me he managed to catch the drop. He proceeded to use his body to pin mine as his lips latched onto my neck, and sad to say, I lost all control after that.
This was a dream I had decided, why else would I have a dick? The only explanation for why my, although not overly ample, breasts were missing, and in their place was nothing but pebbles and a barely existing mound of flesh. I had lost my mind, and this was some type of lucid dream in my brain concocted to help me cope. That theory made the most sense to me, but to be honest, in that moment, I wasn't thinking as much as I was feeling.
The man's hands dipped into my shirt, caressing my naked skin, causing me to jump. His hands snaked around my waist a second of gentleness before digging his fingers so deep into my skin it started to hurt, and sad to say, my member responded with the highest enthusiasm it had displayed this far, making it harder to ignore. It all felt so real yet so insane; it had to be a dream, had to.
The intensity of the feelings I was experiencing began to scare me, and I found myself wishing I would wake up from this weird dream. He must have seen the hesitation in my face because he gave up with his obsession with biting and teasing my neck and looked into my eyes, lifting my chin, bringing us infinitely closer. He pulled me with my shoulders in swift motion that should be impossible. My hair was still whipping when he captured my lips, leaving me breathless in more ways than one.
Then it exploded, whatever the bubbling under my skin had been took over because one second I was weakly trying to push away and the next I was fully embracing him with a need too deep to understand. My body arched into his, and without saying a word, I begged him with every fiber of my being to devour me, and he, equally silent, responded like he knew my thoughts. My hand grabbed desperately at his skin, pulling his body closer to me, wanting to jump into his cool skin, which felt amazing against my flushed one.
His lips teased mine before his tongue dove in slightly, teasing me again when I was already so beyond ready, I started to cry. He pulled back from me, and I swear I whimpered slightly, hating the air for getting between us. He once again forced me to look at his face.
"Don't you dare close those eyes, watch me," he breathed, and my skin prickled with anticipation of the unknown.
He started kissing down my body, which was now slick with the sweet that tasted oddly sweet and salty. I had tasted it on my lips, and there was a familiar fragrance to it that I couldn't place in the heat of the moment. His textured tongue felt like heaven against my slick skin, and I couldn't help but reach, trying to get his tongue on me. He grabbed my hips, pinning me to the bed, and the entire time his eye locked with mine in a heated stare I couldn't break.
He went lower, and my fever turned to madness before my mind entirely gave up on reality as his mouth closed around humming and slurping, yet the eye contact was what drove me wild. He took me in as if I were nothing, and judging by ten seconds later when he released me to draw his pants down, I was. For a second there, I remembered this was a dream, and I wanted nothing more than to go back home to my bed.
Those thoughts were once again pushed to the back when his warm mouth closed around me once more, but this time joined by his finger, which went to places that fingers should go to. Once again, I was disappointed by the enthusiastic reaction my body had to what should have been an intrusion. I arched this time back into his finger, and the rather long appendages began exploring with practised ease my sensitive walls before finding a button a second later, after suddenly thrusting, and all thoughts fled my mind.
His body joined mine shortly after, and we became one, his pleasure, my pleasure, and my pain his in a bond I found myself wishing would last forever. He moved in and out of me with expert maneuvers, each thrust pushing me over the edge before pulling me back down, causing me to lose my mind endlessly. I wanted to look away, and blurry as my eyes were, I couldn't look away; it was as if his command had pinned me in place, and my body obeyed regardless of my true wishes. It wasn't until he broke our gaze, diving for my neck, did my eyes got reprieve.
Thrust after thrust had my voice rising, and the softness of it even in this heated dance surprised me. I was a girl, and even I didn't sound so airy and soft. He seemed to enjoy my moans, and I was happy to comply as his body pleasured mine endless until it exploded from pleasure offering me a much-needed relief. He didn't even give me time to catch my breath before he was on me again. It was an exceptionally long night, and he did not relent until the sun peaked across the horizon. As I slipped into an exhausted sleep, I couldn't help but worry about the beautiful sunrise.