Page 57 of Stags

“Would they mind if, uh, you and I went to get lunch?” He lifted both hands. “If you want to, I mean. If you don’t—”

“Oh, I want to,” she said, shrugging. “Sure.”

“Cool,” he said, flashing her a grin that made her think he was actually really handsome. Had she not noticed that before? Was it because he was half-naked?

She scolded herself for being such a slut as to find two men attractive in the span of two days.

Not a slut,she told herself.It’s not like I’m going to have sex with Stockton.

It would be wrong, wouldn’t it?

She was friends with his ex. It would violate the girl code.

Yeah, totally safe. Finding him handsome meant nothing. She was quite well satisfied for the weekend.

“We could meet in the lobby?” he said. “In, uh, twenty minutes or so?”

“Works for me,” she said, smiling at him.

EIREN LET HERSELFget caught by a stag out there in the mid-morning run.

He took her over a tree stump, her bent over, balancing her hands on it, ass in the air, and it was almost exactly like being caught by the wolf the night before and yet completely different.

It didn’t feel very good.

It kind of hurt, because she wasn’t very turned on and therefore not very wet.

She found herself not wanting to look at him back there, huffing away as he jerked himself in and out of her.

Halfway into it, she wanted it over. She didn’t know why she’d let herself get into this.

She knew she was well within her rights to just tell him to stop at this point.

But… it didn’t seem very polite. She might as well just let him come, right? She’d already let him go this far, after all.

So, she shut her eyes and told herself to think about something else.

And then it went on.

And on.

And finally, she was thinking about saying something, like, asking if he was holding on for some reason—sometimes men had this totally idiotic belief that you could be close to an orgasm when they weren’t remotely stimulating your clitoris, and they would go at you, holding off their orgasm, thinking you could come from that. She was going to say that if he could come, he just should. She was at the point where she would probably just lie and say she had already come if he made a thing about it.

She tried not to do that. It only reaffirmed these men’s notion that they could make someone come that way, and it was a disservice to the world at large. Sometimes, though, she just didn’t care.

But then he suddenly yanked his dick out, jerked it several times and spattered his come all over the curve of her ass, which was good. She was wearing a red earring. They were supposed to pull out.

But.

Eeew.

She was now covered in this man’s semen, because she had decided it was polite to let him keep having sexual intercourse with her even when she wasn’t enjoying it.

She sagged into the tree stump, thinking that she was a sad, sad product of the patriarchy.

This is why men are the way they are. They’re entitled because we treat them as if they’re more important than us,she thought tiredly.

And she’d never met a man who would get her off out of politeness, truth be told.

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