Bottoming For A Bastard

What was I turning into?

That question prodded at the back of my mine, while Ferrai kissed the sides of my neck.

When did this even start?

I had always known that I liked women, I'd been with them for as long as I could remember. There had been some men who had made advances my way, but I hated the idea of bedding a man.

So why the hell was I so okay with him touching me?

Nothing made any sense!

"You must be fine, if your mind has the time to think about other things." Ferrari moaned into my ear, I tried to cook up a response, but he bit my outer lip, then kissed it.

"I take it that I can have my way with you now?" His hand traced down my stomach, towards my crotch.

Reflexively, I closed my legs, regaining some shred of common sense.

"No." I said flatly.

Ferrari looked at me with genuine confusion, "What do you mean, no?"

What the hell? Was this kid dense?