SALT #2
Eliano grabs my hips and pulls me up into a doggy position. I take it gladly, even modifying it on my own. I position myself in the famous ‘presenting omega’ posture, with my elbows on the sheets, ass high, and it brings me wild joy…
Eliano buries his face between my cheeks, rimming me with passion, swirling, licking, while his hand finds my hard cock hanging heavy between my thighs. I know this will not last long, and Eliano seems to sense it as I get close. He slows down, his movements turning lazy.
"Please, please!"
He speeds up again, in sync with my racing heart, and then suddenly stops.
"Fuck, no! Why?"
Ignoring my protest, he gets up and opens a cabinet, then comes back to the bed with something in his hand.
"It’s a special adjustable dildo. It has a few width settings. The thinnest is almost like a finger. The thickest is like my cock."
I twist my head back, surprised a bit. "You studied those dildos?"
Eliano chuckles. "Studied is a strong word, but yes. I checked them. I told you yesterday you should try stretching if you ever want to have sex. I am not even talking about sex with me," he corrects quickly. "You are just really tight."
I swallow hard as waves of arousal tumble over me. "You want to fuck me with that dildo?"
"Well. On the narrow setting… we could try."
My breath comes out shallow and uneven. I am burning up.
"Then do it…" I finally murmur, almost drowning in a mix of conflicting feelings.
Eliano coats the tip with lube and gently presses it against my pucker.
"Okay, let’s go slow," he says, making small circles around my ring. "Now… exhale, and push your muscles out…"
I do as he tells me, the cool shape slowly and gently sliding into me. I gasp. The ultrasound probe was thinner, so this sensation feels more intense. But I deal with it, Eliano’s energy somehow makes it easier.
And then it dawns on me that I… do trust him. At least in that. Weird as hell. This is not me, not the old Salt who lived by the trust-no-one-but-Senu rule, and yet here I am, blindsided by it.
The movement of the dildo inside me feels too damn good. Eliano rubs that sensitive spot with every thrust. Shivers race through my body, like that knot of nerves is firing bursts of pleasure through my system.
I mumble cringy encouragement, low sounds slipping from me, and I sway my hips encouragingly.
This ball of tension inside me is finally starting to loosen, like a tight tangle I’ve carried forever is slowly coming undone. All those warnings Senu drilled into me, born from the fear of being raped and the danger of getting too close to an alpha, are finally easing up a little.
Now I start to see that the sex he told me about, the kind that was supposed to be terrifying, painful, and disgusting, isn’t like that at all!
It’s a sweet rush of losing myself and forgetting the shit around me.
Still, deep down, I’m also starting to understand what Eliano was talking about.
How awesome would it be to have sex with someone I actually give a shit about, someone who’d hold me and get me without judging.
Those thoughts stick around on one level only, because on another my body is trembling like jelly, taking each new thrust of the dildo with bliss as it hits that wonderful spot hidden inside me, a place I did not even fully check out before.
Eliano’s hand slides gently over my belly and then curls around my stiff rod, bobbing between my thighs. His other hand reaches for my nipples, lightly pinching and tugging at them, and the sensation is delicious.
I cannot take it any longer. That feeling of being close to blowing up, something inside me puffing up like a balloon and stretching, is insanely good, sending full-on tremors through my whole body. Then I know I’m at the point of no return.
A sound rips out of me as waves crash through my cock from base to tip, but not just that. My hole pulses rhythmically in sync with those same bursts.
Fuck, this orgasm is the best! Everything climbs perfectly into one blinding, white ball of pleasure.
I can barely see, but one thing is obvious.
I feel something land on my ass, a warm splash.
Eliano is spurting his jizz all over me!
I turn and meet his gaze, hazy with pleasure, his hand clenched around his massive shaft, white drops still falling onto my skin, slowly changing into small rivulets dripping over his reddened head.
We look at each other for a moment, and I slowly flow down onto the sheet, lying flat.
However, the problem is… I want more! My hole is super sensitive, still hungry. I need him pressing me into the mattress and…
Stop.
Salt, what the hell are you doing?
This really is a game played right on the edge, and reaching the limits is not even that fun, because I can’t have more, and it leaves me thirsty.
But more of what?
It’s not only about sex.
A trap. I cannot have what I want, and at the same time it feels like by stupidly joining the game, I am… letting Senu down.
Eliano disappears into the bathroom and comes back a moment later with a small bowl of warm water.
He sits on the bed while I stay still, and slowly, gently cleans my ass, wiping my belly smeared with cum.
These moments when he takes care of me only make it worse, because they show me the sweet mirage beyond the fucked-up impasse, yet won’t let me cross into that fleeting, tempting world of real connection.
Then he takes the protective pad from the sheet I had laid out earlier and carries it off to the washer-dryer.
I press my cheek to the pillow, feeling emotionally drained.
Me, Salt, the gloomy artist working in a tattoo parlor, always on edge, always alert on the street, scanning for shadows sliding along the walls, watching for eyes fixed on me, checking again and again every day through calls and messages to make sure Senu is okay. What is going on with him?
From the day I started to work, my life has been a constant fight for money, for keeping a safe roof over our heads, for making sure there is food on the table.
Oh, how much I would want to leave behind me this old Salt, constantly alone, falling asleep curled up on the bed, sometimes secretly rubbing one out, making sure Senu would not hear with his omega ears that catch everything…
Me, quietly imagining strong arms holding me, a touch that would lift me over the ugliness of the world, let me fly, let me escape the fucking struggle, the constant mess.
That version of Salt knew well that those pretty, shiny things were distant dreams, hazy visions that belonged to other people’s lives, not mine. But in the darkness of the lonely nights I dared to dream anyway.
Hours spent bent over clients’ skin, inking tattoos into the surface, frustrated, immersed in the scent of strangers’ bodies and their often not so perfect, artistic visions.
And inside me?
A constant lack, a restless chase after something vague on the horizon. Unreal, misty, a flicker of something beautiful and gentle, of a life that could maybe be good, safe and warm.
I remember those days when one of my coworkers would bring his husband and their little son to work. I’d hide out in the corner, leaning over my project, sneaking glances at them. Their happiness burned. It felt like a slap in the face, a reminder that I’d never have something like that.
Whenever their kid wandered too close to my workstation, I’d pretend I was busy. Only once, when his parents weren’t looking, I dared to lean down and gently touch his curly black hair. It felt like touching something impossible. Like brushing against a dream I could never have.
I hear Eliano coming from the shower and entering the room, dimming the lights even more. His body, strong, hard, lies behind me, his hand casually resting over my waist.
Too pleasant a feeling!
Too… cuddly.
The thought about the duty of revenge on Tanner strikes me like a sharp whip, jolting me, pulling me out of the pink haze.
Sorry, Eliano, but I have to leave the island and hunt him down. And then the police will shoot me or catch me, and I will never return to the island, into your arms, because they will never allow that again.
A repeat offense. I won't talk my way out of it.
Ruined. My fate will be sealed.
Eliano will stay behind, along with that small, colorful bubble of hope that forms whenever I am close to him.
That damn cursed bittersweet hope.