Page 66 of Lost Touch

It built to something like agony, tearing me apart. Drew pushed a finger into me beside his tongue, and I arched off the bed and broke into pieces, the world shattering around me like mirror shards.

My cock hadn’t gotten hard all the way. Maybe it never would again. But Ifeltit, from my toes to my hair, intense, perfect, a wrenching deep inside that left me limp on the bed, every limb so heavy that I didn’t know if I’d ever move again.

I managed to crack my eyes open. My thrumming heart started to slow, but everything still vibrated to its rhythm. I would’ve thought it was a dream except that I wouldn’t have imagined the faint smell of dust and mildew in the room, or the spring poking me in the back from the old mattress, would I?

Drew lifted his head, nibbling my hip and making me twitch and whimper, and then licked my abdomen, lapping up—oh, God, licking up every drop of my come.

“You’re delicious everywhere,” he muttered. “Fuck. Ash.” Another lick, this one more ticklish, and my knees drew up convulsively, opening me to him even more.

He pushed up on his arms to slide up and smile down at me, fangs a little extended, a wolf who’d gotten the very X-rated cream.

“You enjoyed that.” His smile widened to a wicked grin. “You fucking enjoyed it. And I need you,” he added, in a tone that didn’t brook any argument.

As if I’d have wanted to argue. He could do anything he wanted with me, forever.

“I think I’ll enjoy being your sex toy even more now that I can really feel it,” I whispered, and had the pleasure of watching him gasp and curl in on himself, muttering about how I’d make him come before he even got inside me.

Drew straightened up after a moment, tearing his shirt off over his head and tugging at the button on his jeans. He cursed, rolled off the bed, and yanked them down.

I simply lay back and watched the show, reveling in the soft, electric, lingering sensations of the way he’d brought me off. Hard chest and lean hips, long, powerful legs…all for me. He snatched the lube off the nightstand and knelt back between my spread thighs, cock pointed right at me.

It looked fucking enormous from this angle—well, from any angle.

And I quailed a little bit. That had been inside me dozens of times, but I hadn’t really experienced it. It could hurt. It could hurt a lot, especially when he knotted me.

Drew slicked up his cock, stroking from the base to the tip, running his thumb over the rosy head, and then reached down, slipping a finger into me.

I had part of Drew inside my body. And I could feel it properly, the slight discomfort of calluses rubbing oversensitized flesh, the burn of skin stretching to accommodate him.

It didn’t matter if it hurt. It didn’t matter at all, because the way Drew gazed down at me, like he’d never seen anything in the world he wanted so much, made up for anything. His knot could split me in half and I’d still beg him for more if he had that intense, focused light in his eyes when they rested on me.

One finger became two, pushing deep, curling up to touch—I let out a cry that echoed off the ceiling, arching up and shamelessly fucking myself on his hand.

“That’s right.” Drew leaned over me, lowering his head to tease a nipple with his tongue. Too much sensation all at once, I felt like my circuits were frying… “Take my fingers, and if you’re good you’ll get my cock next.”

I let my head fall back, biting my lip to try to keep in the helpless, high-pitched sound that rose up in my tight throat.

Drew bit my nipple just this side of too hard, sucking it between his lips an instant later, chuckling against the swollen tip of it as I squirmed under him, riding his fingers. They never stopped moving, hollowing out a space inside me for him to fill with his cock and his alpha knot.

“You were never like this before,” I gasped out.

“You mean playing with you?” Drew glanced up at me, moving to the other side of my chest and flicking his tongue over the other nipple. He spread his fingers, the stretch increasing almost to the point of pain, but not quite. “You can tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t have to hold back. I want to fucking ruin you.”

“You already—oh, oh God, Drew—” Anything else I might’ve said got lost as he shoved a third finger in with the others, drawing out a wail.

“Not yet,” he gritted out, moving down, nipping at my chest and belly, every sweet, stinging bite sending shivers up and down. “Not yet, I haven’t. But I will.”

He slid his fingers out, leaving me empty. I blushed to the roots of my hair as Drew leaned back to watch my hole clenching on nothing. How would I look to him, all shiny and pink and open?

Pretty good by the expression on his face, avid and predatory and filled with more desire than anyone had probably ever felt for me.

My face still blazed like it’d been lit on fire.

But I found that the shame didn’t diminish my enjoyment.

Maybe the opposite.

If he looked at me like that…

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