Chapter 14 #3
He huffs out a frustrated breath but lies flat on the bed again, his hands resting lightly on my waist. I wait a few moments and then slowly start to rock myself.
Each slow gyration of my hips lowers me the tiniest bit further onto his cock.
My inner walls stretch to accommodate him, sending jolts of both pain and pleasure all the way through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, and reach down to rub two fingers in slow circles against my clit.
With that added pleasure, and the delightful sensation of his first ridge entering me, the pain soon dissipates into sheer bliss.
I’m still not sure I could handle him fucking me, but grinding against him feels amazing.
“God, you feel so good.” By the time I have half of his length inside of me, I know I could happily bring myself to satisfaction given only this… but a greedy part of me wants more.
Seeing him panting and desperate beneath me, I know the feeling is mutual.
I brace both hands on his chest—careful not to touch his wound—and spread my thighs until they’re trembling from the effort, pushing myself lower, taking him deeper.
One thick inch at a time. Soon I’m gasping, eyes rolling, nails digging into his skin.
It’s overwhelming. When I look down, my stomach sinks.
I’m stretched obscenely, thighs spread wide open, but there are still a couple of inches left that won’t fit inside of me.
His huge hands tighten around my waist. “More,” X demands, his eyes locked on mine. “You will take all of me.”
“I can’t,” I gasp. “X, it won’t fit—”
“I will make it fit.”
He thrusts up into me. I let out an incoherent shout, clawing at his chest, my mind blank for a moment from the overwhelming sensation. But when I look down, I feel a surge of triumph.
He’s fully sheathed within me. It is possible.
“Taujak,” X says, his huge hands gripping my waist. “We were made for one another. Of course we will fit.”
I blink away overstimulated tears and smile down at him.
“Yes.” By some miracle, my body is adjusting to the overwhelming size of him within me.
It feels like his cock is halfway through my torso, but it doesn’t hurt.
Maybe it’s for the best that he’s injured, because I’m not sure I could handle him fucking me full speed ahead in this form. “You’re perfect, taujak.”
Just when I think I’ve started to adjust to the shocking fullness, he thrusts up into me.
I cry out, grabbing on to him, too overwhelmed to do anything but hold on for dear life.
I know that I said I’d be the one in charge, but judging by the wild look in his eyes, he won’t allow me to do anything but take it.
His tentacles wind around my body to hold me in place and spread me wider for him, and I’m helpless as a doll in his grip as his hips snap up against me.
I keep expecting the overstimulation to abate, but somehow every thrust feels deeper, more intense.
And then his tentacles tighten around me and he shifts his angle and—oh.
My entire body lights up, electric and wild.
I scream my pleasure, writhing helplessly in his grip, and he takes the hint and increases his pace, slamming into me and hitting that spot again and again and again until I—
My mind goes blank. Nothing but white-hot pleasure for God knows how long as my body spasms and shakes and finally goes limp in the cocoon of his tentacles.
But he doesn’t stop, and soon I am sobbing, overwhelmed by how good it feels.
Finally he grunts and digs his fingers into me, tentacles holding me tight as his thrusts grow choppy and frantic.
He yanks me down, flush against his chest, holding me prone, breath hissing in my ear as his cock throbs and spills inside of me.
I feel it, hot and wet and slippery within me.
For several minutes I’m content to lie atop him, my harsh breath easing, the pressure between my thighs lessening as he gradually softens within me.
Slowly, I remember the gravity of the situation: his injuries, the MRF surely searching for us.
But when I try to push myself up on his chest, he growls a complaint and holds me against him.
I huff a laugh against his neck. “X,” I murmur. “I can’t stay like this forever.”
“Want you to,” he murmurs.
Yet I can hear his exhaustion, the faint drag to his words.
Soon, I suspect, he will fall into a much-needed sleep. A long, deep sleep. And by the time he wakes…I don’t know what will happen.
So I lie against his chest, giving myself a moment longer to enjoy this perfect night.
These precious hours of privacy together have been good enough to help me forget all of the troubles that wait outside of our door.
Perhaps I should feel guilty. We’re being hunted, and X is wounded, and there are so many other ways we could have spent our time.
Yet I can’t bring myself to regret it. Even if this one perfect night is all we get, I am glad to be here.
“Taujak,” I whisper, pressing my cheek against his skin. “No matter what happens, I’m glad I met you.”
But the even rhythm of his breath is the only answer. I listen to it as I fall asleep.