Page 38 of Lost
“What do I smell like?” I ask, wanting to know as I prop myself up on my elbow.
“Raspberry chocolate,” she whimpers. “I really want to lick you…Take your shirt off for me?”
There’s nothing in the world that I’ll deny her. Maybe it’s a bad idea that I’m alone with Nova. Grabbing the back of my long sleeved shirt, I pull it over my head and off.
“Do you want it for your ne?—”
The word never finds its end as Nova’s fingers tangle in my red strands and pull my face to hers. I laid her over the blankets because her skin was so warm, and my hand slides up as I hover over her.
Nova lunges up to kiss me, not paying attention to the IV. My hand on her leg moves to her arm to stroke her skin so she won’t pull it out or hurt herself before I’m lost to her lips.
A part of me thought she’d be hesitant since we don’t know each other, but her kisses are wanton and insistent. She mewls into my mouth, her noises making me deepen the kiss. She even tastes sweet, and I groan as I suck on her tongue.
I’m trying to keep a leash on myself while still giving her what she wants. I don’t want to take advantage of her, even as my cock begs me to sink into her wet pussy.
I can smell her slick, my dick throbbing as she squeezes her thighs together. My fingers cramp with the need to scoop some up and smear it across her lips so I can taste her pussy as I kissher. For someone who hasn’t been interested in sex in so long, my mind is filled with reels of how many different ways I can make her feel good.
“Tyde,” she gasps, pulling back. “Please. God, if you won’t knot me I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“Nova,” I groan. “We don’t even know each other. I don’t want you to be angry with me when your heat is over. Do you really want to fuck a stranger?”
“Would it piss you off if I said I have?” she asks.
Her fingers untangle from my hair to ghost down her body. I can see that her eyes are unfocused and her pupils are blown wide with desire. Nova is practically high from her heat, and my eyes move down to where her fingers are buried in her cunt, the sound of her slick as she pumps them in and out obscenely loud.
It takes me a second to catch up to her words, and I force myself to take a breath. I don’t think that she meant to make me jealous, but I am. I want to touch her more than I want my next breath, yet there have been others before me.
“Were they good to you?” I growl, my eyes narrowing as I watch her thumb smear slick over her clit. “Did they make you come and knot you, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes rolling as she masturbates.
I wonder if she watches porn, and want to give her something to fantasize about.
“Did they feed you their cocks, and did you suck on them like a good little omega?” I ask, loving the way she shudders.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “This shirt smells so good, but I’m hot, Tyde. Take it off. My arm also kind of hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’ll fix it if you keep playing with your pretty, wet pussy for me.”
“Okay,” she moans.
Getting onto my knees, I turn off the IV drip and grab a cotton ball. I would typically wrap her arm in a bandage forcompression, but I know that her body will heal the entry wound of the cannula quickly.
I pull out the needle and dispose of it in a sharps box near her as I apply pressure, using a piece of tape to hold the cotton ball. I think I can keep her distracted for long enough until it heals.
“Are you going to come for me, beautiful?” I ask, laying back down. Her brow furrows as she continues to fuck herself with her fingers, and I wonder if I said the wrong thing.
“I’ve been trying for hours, but it’s not enough to take the edge off,” she complains, pulling her fingers out of her pussy.
Unable to hold back my instinct, I grab her hand and shove her fingers into my mouth to suck on them. Nova’s eyes grow large as she moans, writhing on the mattress.
“Tyde,” she wails. “Please help me.”
Fuck, I can’t say no. I’m a weak, weak alpha.
Pushing the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head, I cover her body with mine. My fingers tangle in her multicolored hair, while my other hand explores her body. Her breasts are round and large, her nipples so tight that they could cut glass. My hand squeezes one roughly, my fingers pinching her tight nub.
“Yes,” she moans, her body bucking upward. “Everything feels like it’s going to shit. Give me something good to feel, Tyde.”
