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She continues to hold and ride me as my own pleasure releases, her high-pitch scream of release like a train whistle.
Finally, she collapses against me, arms loose around my head. I hold her—a little less frantically now—kissing her sweet teats until she squirms, and I let her go.
I’m met with sweet laughter. “Well, now we’ll have to clean you up all over again.”
She points down, and I see that I am now covered in my gush. My cock, gone a little soft after its release, immediately perks back up at the thought. Which, naturally, she sees and laughs at.
“Maybe after dinner,” she says.
But I can only grin because she did not say no to it happening again.
I leap to my feet. “You stay still. I will clean you now.”
And I set about doing just that and preparing a dinner fit for a queen. Well, a queen ready to eat what rations we have in our pack.
Chapter Eighteen
KSENIA
Well, that was. . . an unexpected turn of events. I’m shocked and still a little turned on, even though I came. And came hard. From essentially dry humping. Though by the end, there was nothing dry about it. He had a lot of cum. Not an unmanageable amount, but a lot. But I guess he’s a lot of man.
And I know I like it when the guy takes charge, but I haven’t really explored it that much. A little orgasm denial here, a little light choking there. I’d love to get laid more often, but in my line of business, trusting anyone long enough to get naked with them. . . Well, it’s usually not a risk I’m willing to take.
But nothing about Kharon is usual, I suppose. And that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Like, in my whole life. There was barely any denial, and yet it was the hottest fucking thing. What would it be like if we really got into it? I bite my bottom lip, thinking about all those hands of his. . .
My eyes stray his way. After cleaning us up, he made good on his promise to make dinner. Now, through the rectangle overhead, I can see it’s nighttime.
Except I’m, uh, not especially sleepy.
I should be tired after our intense day. But I feel like I just made an amazing discovery. I mean, how can it be the best sex of my life when we didn’t even really get to have sex? And oh my god, that cock of his. It’s huge.
It would definitely be. . . I bite my lip again. A challenge. And I can be a dreadfully curious girl.
I shake my head. What am I even thinking? It’s wrong to be so horny right now. I have a life to get back to. Revenge to plan. Then I look back at the ceiling.
It’s not like we’re going anywhere tonight. Maybe it’s just the intense, death-defying situation that’s making me so horny. That’s probably all it is. It’s just a primal reaction. So, if I get this out of my system now, I’ll be able to focus even more when I get back.
Dammit, I know I’m rationalizing. Throughout dinner and Kharon preparing a nice little nest of sleeping bags for the night, all I can think about is jumping him again.
I’m obsessing over what it would be like with my underwear off this time. Is that even a possibility? Sex between whatever his kind is and humans? Would he. . . fit? My breathing gets choppy every time I think about it. Not with fear but with. . . anticipation.
I’ve stretched myself before. An internet Dom I had a thing with one summer really liked it when I fisted myself. So I’m horribly curious to try and see if Kharon will fit.
I—I trust him. I don’t trust anyone. But I trust him.
Even if it’s just the tip of him inside me. . . I squeeze my legs together and watch Kharon’s backside as he feeds more wood into the fire.
His pants got all messed up from his cum, so I said he should wash them. He agreed, taking them right off and walking around naked ever since. Which hasn’t exactly been helping me avoid sexy thoughts.
Especially since whenever he looks at me, I watch his cock stiffen. He turns away whenever that happens, but then I’m treated to the sight of his very tight, shapely ass. I want to squeeze it. Like how he squeezed mine earlier and notched me into position against his—
A little squeak escapes my throat, and he turns from the fire to look at me. “Did you say something?”
I fist my hands, my fingernails biting into my palm with my need for him. I pulled my shirt and cargo pants on after the sex, but his ease with nakedness makes me bolder than I might have been otherwise. So I tug off my shirt again and walk closer to the fire where he arranged the sleeping bags.
