Chapter 18
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.
“I want to have sex,” I say.
His eyes, which have been staring at my breasts since I took my shirt off, jump to my face. I look at his mouth, so I see when he smiles. “Sex? You want to be my consort?”
I shrug, a little confused by his wording. “I want to have sex with you. I don’t know if you’ll fit.” I slip my hand beneath my pants to rub my clit. “But I want to see if you will.”
He starts nodding, his head moving up and down exaggeratedly. “Yes. I want this as well.”
“Okay,” I say, my body relaxing and loosening as I continue touching myself. “But we’ll have to go slow.”
He just keeps nodding. “Yes. You say how fast or how slow.”
I peek down at his cock, and it’s gone fully hard, bobbing against his stomach. I grin, liking how I can affect him just with my words and some visuals.
We just stand there staring at each other for a moment.
“Do you want to lie down?” he asks. “I would like to. . . taste you.”
I lift a hand to my lips, but then I see his eyes are locked on my waist, where my other hand is still buried in my drawers. Oh. I blink.
Even the thought makes my heart beat wildly, and I shake my head. “No, thank you. Can we—I want you to sit and me to—” I stop, a little flustered. “Like last time. I liked last time.”
He looks up, seeming surprised but he nods. “Yes. Yes, of course.”
I notice that he’s breathing hard, too, his big chest moving up and down. He hurries to sit on the sleeping bags but pauses and climbs over to the pack, pulling out a small, tightly rolled-up silver crinkling solar blanket. He places it down on the sleeping bag and then sits.
I frown at the crinkly noise, but he quickly explains. “There won’t be time to wash the bedding, and I want you to sleep comfortably.”
Maybe it’s silly that I find his practicality sweet, but I do. And the way his many hands fumbled when he was sorting through the pack, mumbling to himself? Well, it seems like I’m not the only one who’s nervous.
It makes me a little more confident as I sit beside him and pull off my pants again.
I don’t look at him, but I like the warmth his body radiates.
I’m not wearing any underwear. I washed them, and they’re still drying, so I just put my pants on after the last time.
I notice Kharon seems very focused on my every movement.
It makes my cheeks heat. “Don’t watch,” I murmur.
“Why not? Your body is so beautiful.”
“It’s just so much,” I say, feeling like my whole body flushes with heat.
“Come to my lap,” he says. “I’ll hold you.”
I nod repeatedly, liking the idea of that. Everything is less overwhelming when he holds me. I fold my pants and set them aside, then I pause.
Communicating with anyone is hard, but considering how good it felt before, I suck in a breath and try. “Like last time. You in control. Saying when. And I liked it. . . when you made me wait.”
“Yes,” his voice rumbles. “I can make you beg.”
I nod, a zing of exhilaration shooting through my stomach and sex at the thought.
His thighs are hugely muscled, and putting my hands on his shoulders, I climb on his lap. He makes me feel so small. Delicate.
But I also like the look of him beneath me.
Those massive muscles. His strong, pulsing cock sticking up between us as I slide my legs open wide.
My toes flex as all of the hot feelings in my belly ramp back up again.
I wrap my legs around his back, but loosely because I want to leave space between us so we can try to. . . put it in.
I reach down and rub the tip of my middle finger against my clit, and a growl comes from low in Kharon’s throat.
“Your scent,” he inhales. “So good.”
Then his head bends beside mine, and I know he’s watching what I’m doing with my finger. “I touch you now,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
I nod, unsure, biting my bottom lip. I just instinctively know where to touch myself. Will he? And his fingers are so big.
“Yes,” I say with an explosion of breath. “Hold me tight while you do it.”
He nods, his chin bobbing against my shoulder as his upper arms come around me, securing me in a reassuring hold. Meanwhile, his right lower arm moves between our bodies, his hand twisting and dipping.
I hiss out the moment his middle finger slips between my slit, and I bury my face in his thick, warm neck.
It was exhilarating when he told me to bite him earlier.
I’ve never done that with any other lover, and I hope to do it again.
Especially when he starts to feel around in my depths, his big, blunt fingers moving against my slick pussy.
I shudder and squeeze my legs around his hips.
I thought I would have to try to instruct him about where to touch, but—
A high-pitched whine comes from my throat as I reach my hands up to entwine in his golden hair. His finger is curious and exploring, and thick, and everywhere—
Which is good because I can’t manage a single word.
All I can do is twitch around him as he rubs up and down, monitoring my reactions. When he finds my clit and sees how I hump up on him and grab at his hair, he explores until I’m a heaving, sopping mess on top of him.
“Not yet,” he rumbles, and I groan. How did he know how close to coming I was? I was trying to be quiet about it.
He makes little grunts of satisfaction, and I feel his cock jump every so often between us.
And then his finger drops down to explore more, sliding down my slit and probing at the soft walls of my entrance.
I’m so primed and crazy by now, I mewl and actually manage words. “Yes. Stick it in. Stick it in.”
I mean his cock, but maybe he thinks I mean his fingers—
But he does neither. Just continues to tease around the flesh of my entrance, pressing and massaging and then retreating.
“Please, oh god, please stick it in,” I beg, restlessly moving my hips up and down.
“You want that?” he growls. “You want to feel my finger inside? You want to feel me rubbing you here?” He presses down on the lowest flesh of my entrance, where it meets my backside. “Giving you release?”
“God, yes. Please. Please,” I groan from the back of my throat. “I’m begging you.”
“I like the sound of your voice when you beg me,” he hisses in my ear. “Now beg me some more.”
And the fingers of another hand come to strum and tease my clit while he continues to tease and press all around my entrance, stretching but never entering.