SALT
It’s pale dawn when I slip out of the module, leaving Eliano asleep behind me, sprawled in a blissful wide spread with his arms and legs thrown loose, black-violet strands falling softly over his forehead, his full lips parted just a little.
He looks like a wet dream, definitely. My hole clenches, but what's new?
It's become a habit over the last two days.
I pull on a hoodie and jeans and head out for a walk.
The first rays of sunlight are only just appearing on the horizon, the sky shifting from muted gray into a soft peach-pink hue.
I climb lazily up the slope, my whole body humming with the pleasant vibration of knowing that I just had sex for the first time and that it was, truly, better than I ever let myself imagine. Fucking incredible.
Before guilt can catch up with me, I let myself break into a wild sprint along the ridge of the hill, letting out a shout or two. I’ll enjoy being happy just a little longer, before my brain snaps me out of it.
Basking in the morning sun, I wander around the slope above the double rows of residential units. My mind drifts, replaying flashes from last night, short, intense bursts of joy mixed with the memory of my multiple orgasms.
Gosh, I wish my life were that simple. Great sex, no worries in the world, and the thrill of exploring a romance with a hot Sicilian guy!
I keep on walking for a while, staring at the sky, the distant ocean, and the grassy hillside.
This whole damn stay on the island has turned out to be far more challenging than I expected. I never accounted for Eliano turning out to be so… decent. So easy to like.
Slowly, the self-torture mechanism kicks in, downplaying it all.
Maybe it’s just because I don’t really have experience with guys?
Could it be I kept my virginity way too long? Now this whole thing has gotten into my head and I’m making it a bigger deal than it is.
Probably.
The question is: how am I supposed to get out of this?
Especially because inside me there’s still an absolute, unshakable decision that I must escape this island. Fast!
Unluckily, the other half of me wants the exact opposite, raging and clawing and demanding its rights. Whining for more pleasure in Eliano’s arms, more of that soft, pink, weightless feeling I get when he touches me.
Fuck, I can’t. Senu deserves revenge in his name, and he will get it, even if it is the last thing I ever do in my life.
I raise my hands to my temples and yank at my hair, frustration shaking me hard.
This cannot be happening, losing my focus, letting myself sink into physical pleasure, and that was never meant to be mine.
It’s like having two personalities shouting over each other, arguing, clashing.
It’s splitting my head open. My duty to Senu versus my own dreams.
One voice in the back of my head is screaming: why not? You’re human like anyone else, Salt! You have the right to live, the right to love, the right to dream.
And then the other voice cuts in:
But Senu was never given that right.
It was taken from him. He never fell in love, never knew what it meant.
I drop onto the grass and punch the ground, tearing up fistfuls of grass and tossing them into the air like an idiot, just to get it out of my system. I’m pissed at everything. The world, fate, myself, my own body for screwing me over.
Finally I break into a wild sprint downhill, burning it out through speed, pushing harder and harder, nearly stumbling, but it… helps. A kind of euphoria takes over, a frenzy, something close to madness.
I run faster and faster until I finally reach the unit, my heart galloping like a mustang. I lean against its wall, cooling my burning forehead, then swipe my card and slip in through the back entrance, heading straight for the shower because I am sticky with sweat.
Unsurprisingly, the streams of water do little to calm me down. My pulse is still rising like a high tide, refusing to be tamed. The constant feeling of turbulent arousal and wetness in my passage is annoying me so much.
With my brows furrowed, I step out of the bathroom completely naked and lock my eyes on Eliano.
My body hums relentlessly with energy that neither the fresh air nor the water did anything to cool the heat pooling low in my gut.
My hole’s clenches are intensifying rhythmically, making slick leak down my inner thighs, which is simply embarrassing.
Fuck, I can’t take this anymore, I lost the battle, it’s official. My body has turned against me, demanding naughty things. My breath comes in short, frustrated huffs as I pad toward the bed.
He’s sprawled out on the mattress in that effortless, masculine glory that’s like a slap to the ass.
Eliano.
His broad chest rises and falls with even breaths.
The sheets are tangled around his hips, leaving his upper body bare, those defined muscles cut by years of training, his skin golden creamy in the dim light.
His face is relaxed, lips slightly parted, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, that perfect jawline…
Dammit, he’s so fucking handsome it hurts.
I stand there for a moment, just watching him, my heart thudding hard. He has this rugged, exciting beauty that turns my brain to jelly, and my cock twitches.
But why lie? It’s more than just that now. It’s the way he makes me feel, safe and wild all at once.
Eliano stirs then, his golden eyes fluttering open, reflecting the light like molten brass as his head turns lazily toward me.
But my gaze purposefully drifts lower, and that’s when I see it, the unmistakable tent, his morning wood straining against the blanket.
It’s so fucking thick and prominent that the sight sends a fresh gush of slick from my hole, leaving my ass crack even more damp.
I bite my lip, a low whine slipping out as I imagine what it would feel like to finally give in to this ache.
Again, the sound isn’t something I recognize, and it’s absolutely involuntary.
Just like yesterday, Eliano reacts to it, though not as strongly, raising his eyebrows and smirking.
What unlocked in me? Betas aren’t exactly known for that, we can only simulate the basic ones.
Eliano answers with a sound that makes me freeze because… wow.
Somehow my brain just gets it. Like it’s hardwired into my genetic code. So I made the ‘Appreciation’ sound and he answered with the same one. How weird. That’s not something betas and alphas do between each other. It’s an alpha-omega thing.
Feeling way too omega right now, I can’t stop myself.
I move closer and climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping a bit as I sit on the edge.
My hand shakes a little when I reach out.
My fingers brush the bulge, careful at first, sensing the heat bleeding through the blanket, the hard shape twitching under my touch.
I trace it slowly, my own erection throbbing against my stomach as I lean in.
He doesn’t say anything. Just watches me with that smug little smile, eyes warm, almost entertained, while I keep rubbing him through the fabric. My cheeks go bright red. The way he looks at me, like he’s sooo into it too, turns the embarrassment into some almost sweet feeling.
"Wanna ride me?" he murmurs, his voice rough a bit, oh, so deep and inviting, like he’s offering something natural, almost casual.
My face burns even more, a blush creeping up my neck, but I can’t back down now. I lift my chin, layering my usual sass over the nerves.
"Ride that?" I raise my eyebrows, giving his dick a once-over. "Well, I guess I’m suicidal enough for it. Could be fun, though," I shoot back, playful but keeping a defiant edge.
Before he can respond, I grab the blanket and yank it away in one swift, decisive motion, the fabric whispering off his body to pool on the floor.
My eyes lock onto his tool, such a masterpiece of veined perfection, standing proud over his abs, the head flushed and glistening with a trickle of pre-cum.
My arousal spikes fast, and I lean in without thinking, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing stripe along the underside of his shaft.
He tastes surprisingly good despite sleeping all night without a shower, and I eagerly swirl my tongue around the sensitive head, lapping up that drop before pulling back with a satisfied hum.
His cock throbs in response, and I hear his breath hitch, which only spurs me on.
I grab a condom from the drawer, hands quick even though I’m buzzing, rip it open, and roll it down him.
Eliano watches me the whole time, his golden eyes darkened with desire, that smirk still playing on his lips. Once he’s sheathed, I grab a couple of pillows, stacking them under my knees to lift myself up a bit for a better angle, more control.
My own cock bobs free, hard like a rod, but I ignore it for now, focusing on Eliano’s.
Straddling his hips, I position myself above him, one hand gripping the middle part of his dick to guide it. The thick head nudges against my hole, and even that light pressure makes me gasp, I still remember what I felt yesterday, that insane stretch.
But the hunger is stronger than hesitation. I start to lower myself slowly, super slowly, strangely savoring every second as the tip breaches me.
I’m having sex again, whoa! Why does it make me so giddy?
Our eyes meet as I stop for a second, fighting through the intense stretch, strangely enjoying a burning discomfort mixing with the pleasure, as my walls part around his girth like they’re being forced open.
But I must admit, this time it seems a bit easier.
My abundant slick helps a lot, easing the slide…
still, he's so fucking thick! I’m vividly aware of every bit of him filling me, agonizing inch by inch.
I pause after the first bit, my thighs trembling from the effort of holding myself up, my breath coming in pants as I adjust to the intrusion.