Page 17 of Unwanted

After struggling with myself for nearly two minutes, pacing back and forth and cursing under my breath, I finally dropped to all fours and slowly crawled toward the window. From my angle, I first saw a dim light inside. I could make out a wardrobe, and as I crept inch by inch, more of the room came into view. Finally, I saw the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and moved the last few inches to see if Liam was lying there.

What I witnessed left me breathless. Liam was indeed on the bed, but he was… naked. Thankfully, he lay face down in a position known as 'breeding', his luscious, round buttocks raised high, his head on a pillow, and his hand sliding between his legs,gripping a dildo—a pink plastic dildo that he rhythmically thrust into his hole.

My head spun within seconds, my pulse racing. I cursed under my breath and stepped back, feeling waves of arousal like never before. My dick hardened instantly, and my breath hitched as if the air wasn't enough.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I shouldn't be here. It was a violation of every hospitality rule imaginable. I wanted to rush to the ladder, but my body protested.

I desperately wanted to leave, yet my hips just remained rigid, as well as my dick. My hand drifted to my crotch. The image of Liam's protruding, round buttocks, with the pink dildo nestled between them, sent my blood boiling. All sense of decency vanished.

Leaning over the window again, I gazed at the captivating scene below, at Liam masturbating. The realization that I was witnessing such an intimate act, usually reserved for lovers, ignited a fire within me. My breath quickened, and blood rushed to my head, making me see red.

Fully aware of my scumbag-ish behavior, I unzipped my pants and grasped my shaft. My excitement was nearly uncontrollable. I knew I was moments away from climax, but I couldn't finish yet. I had to watch a little longer. Those white, round spheres and the pink, inviting hole drawing in the dildo… My eyes were glued to the sight. I yearned to be there, thrusting into that pink hole, grabbing his skinny waist, pressing against his slim body, squeezing him tightly in my arms, and relentlessly pounding my hips, claiming, penetrating, plowing. It was madness.

Then it hit me, I wanted to mark Liam as mine in a way I had never done before. My fantasies flooded over me, I wanted to jump down and fuck him relentlessly for hours on end.

It was sickening, this poor guy trusted me to provide a safe haven, yet here I was, a twisted voyeur, a disgusting pervert, a peeping Tom.

Disappointed with myself yet enticed by the forbidden, I tightened my grip on my dick. Pre-cum oozed from the swollen head, and I couldn't hold back. A few seconds later, warm streams of my cum splashed on the roof and dripped between my fingers.

After quickly zipping up, I crawled away from the window, flushed with embarrassment, feeling terrible. This kid had been on the brink of suicide just days ago, and I had used his intimate moment for my pleasure, which was inexcusable.

I showered and went to bed, hoping to forget, to clear my head, and… to fix things. But it was already too late.

Even in bed, I couldn't resist jerking off again.

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The next day, I had a class at 9 am, so I got up at 7 for a short jog to clear my head, then showered and started making breakfast.

Liam came downstairs a little later. His cheeks were even more flushed than before, and he seemed to avoid eye contact. As soon as I saw him, that strange heat came back, and my whole body tensed up with the same intense energy. Any calming effect of the jog went out the window.

"Hey, I’ve got a few lectures today. I’ll be back around 2 pm," I said with a smile, pretending not to notice his odd behavior.

Liam didn’t respond, so I added, "Feel free to make yourself at home. Here’s my number in case you need anything," I said,sticking a note on the fridge with my phone number written on it.

Liam stayed silent, just biting his lip, his cheeks practically glowing red. After a pause, I asked, "I made some hard-boiled eggs. Want a couple? I can’t finish them all."

Slowly, he walked over to the table and sat down stiffly, looking really uncomfortable. Finally, he mumbled, "Yeah, thanks."

Not sure what else to say, I gave him two eggs, a slice of bread with cream cheese and chives, and set a cup of coffee next to him.

"Thanks for the breakfast," Liam said suddenly, staring at his plate. "I don’t remember the last time someone made me breakfast, only you did it."

"I’m glad to add a little change to your life. You’re on vacation, on medical leave, right? So let yourself be spoiled a bit, okay?" I grinned at him.

He didn’t smile back, just kept his head down, staring at his plate. His cheeks were still burning red.

Eventually, I had to ask, "Hey, are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?"

Liam shot me a quick glance and mumbled, "No, it’s not a fever. I’m not sick."

I watched him for a moment, but he kept his eyes on his plate, eating silently.

I wasn’t sure if I should say more. Clearly, something was off, but maybe he would rather not admit he was sick because he didn’t want to bother me. Maybe he thought staying at someone’s place with a cold or flu was bad manners.

"Look, possibly it’s just the start of a fever. If you need something, I have some meds in this cabinet. Feel free to check if there’s anything that might help. Personally, I’m not a fan of lowering fevers unless necessary, but some people can’t handlehigh temperatures, so go ahead if you want." I opened a small side cabinet and showed him the contents.

Liam glanced that way but still said nothing.

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